Third Wheel turns round and round!

An hour later, somehow, Morgan dragged you to a yoga class. All women, and then a very drunk you. You were shocked how well Morgan moved and did the work. You had to leave before puking. You were already drunk, so you just went back to the bar. You texted Morgan where you were, but nothing.

Around 1100, you went up to the room. You were shocked to enter and see Morgan and Bill on the couch. Bill had his arm around Morgan, and she was resting her head on his shoulder. She was drinking a beer. She handed it to Bill and he took a sip. They were watching football highlights. Since it was Saturday, college games would be on.

When you closed the door, Morgan turned. “Shit. He's still here.” So you were starting to get, if Bill was around, you were the third wheel. When he wasn't you were the BFF. Was this really the only way Morgan could deal with you? Hopefully it was just the weekend. “I need a beer,” she said and stood up. Bill slapped her ass in the yoga pants. She didn't even miss a step and just went to the kitchen.

“You get some beers buddy?” Bill asked as you sat on the love seat.

“I need to get more,” was all you could say. “What time is Notre Dame on?” You wanted to talk sports. At least that was normal.

“330,” Bill said, and Morgan came back and handed him and beer and opened her own. “We were thinking of going down to the sports bar to watch it.”

Morgan turned to Bill. “He's not coming with us is he?”

Bill shrugged. “He's my bro!”

Morgan stood up and crossed her arms. “He's a freak and a loser. You do this ALL the time,” she pointed to you and waved a finger. “Last night he shows up when WE are supposed to be going out, and now this,” the tirade was oddly similar to the one she had with you a day ago. You felt anger and madness. Strangely, all you wanted to really do was just fuck her so hard. Was this how Bill felt? Were you now getting a taste of his life?

She sat down on the opposite side of Bill this time. “Well, we are going to the pool first.” She held up both hands and two fingers to make her point. “He is NOT coming for that. I don't want him staring!” Bill put his hands on her thigh and rubbed them slowly, moving up. She laughed, and slapped him as he reached her crotch, “Cut it out!” This went on for several minutes, and you just felt odd. Like you shouldn't be in the room with them. Like THEY were the couple.

You got up and didn't even excuse yourself. You went to your bedroom and turned on the bath. You made sure to leave the door open a crack. You went back to the door and peaked through. It was dark in your room and you leaned back. You didn't see yourself in the mirror, so you felt comfortable. Bill was pulling Morgan's yoga pants down. Her hands were on the glass coffee table. She was bent over and her exposed ass swayed slightly. She kept looking back at your guest room. “What if he sees?” She whispered.

“He's taking a bath!” Bill insisted, and pulled her workout panties down. Now she was naked from the waist down and bent over. Bill checked the door. “He's not there.” You were.

“I'm telling you. He REALLY is a freak.” She turned to Bill who was pulling his grey sweat pants down. “You know he was sniffing my panties and jerking off last night right?” Your heart sank. She had told him. How could she?

“Yeah,” he said. “I been there! Sucks!” He went to go get a condom. Morgan stopped him.

“No condom. Just pull out and cum on my back!” The words made sense. But it all seemed so fake. As if this was a different reality. Your girlfriend was telling this jerk, who she hated to “not use condoms and cum on her back”.

From this angle, your view was perfect to see his hard cock enter your girlfriend. The first few inches disappeared inside her as he began to fuck her from behind. “Uh....” she moaned as he entered her. As what you guessed were four inches entered Morgan you realized he had several more inches to go. “Uhhhhh....” she moaned again as he pushed more of his cock inside her doggystyle. He held her hips and pulled her onto his cock. He buried himself to the balls, and you again had a realization. He was so deep inside her he was experiencing her pussy in a way you never had and never would. It was strange. It made you so hard to think that when all this ends, Bill's dick will have explored further depths of your girlfriend's pussy than you ever will.

“OH GOD BILL!” Morgan said rather softly, but still loudly, and but her lip. Her sock covered toes curled on the floor. You saw her eyes roll and her mouth hang open. A spurt of something came out and coated Bill's dick. It all but glistened. Had you just watched your girlfriend cum on your rival friend's dick. There was little doubt. She had a smile that remained as he fucked her with more speed. How long had it taken to make her cum. Two minutes. How long had it taken for you to make her cum. A half hour at least. With a LOT of work.

You meanwhile, in your room, watching, couldn't handle it anymore. You slowly undid your pants and began to rub your crotch. You had to cum. It was too erotic, to arousing. When you looked back cock, Morgan was watching the door. You stepped back.

“I just don't want him to see me like this!” Morgan said.

Bill kept up his fucking, and kept slamming his cock in and out at a moderate pace. “He knows we did this last night!”

“Not like that. I mean I don't want him to see me naked!” Morgan said her hips meeting Bills thrusts.

My brow furrowed in confusion. As did Bill's brow. He stopped his **** on her pussy. “Your his girlfriend.”

Morgan stood up, Bill's cock slid out. She turned to Bill and your eyes focused on her pussy. It looked so open. Like a blossomed flower. You heard her words. “Not this weekend. Not here. He did this. I wanted a nice weekend and he blew it. Well, you did too, but he didn't stop any of it.” She walked off and went to the fridge to get a beer. “I just wanted a relaxing, fun, stress LESS, sex FILLED weekend. If it's got to be with you, it's got to be with you. Sucks for him.”

She went back and you watched her grab Bill's glistening dick and begin to rub it. “I'm NOT with him this weekend. He needs to get that. YOU need to get that. I get it. I just want some fun. I deserve it!”

You felt your heart sink as Bill pulled her in and kissed her deeply. Her body went limp in his arms. You couldn't believe when her leg lifted at the knee while they kissed. “You do babe, you deserve it,” Bill said and slapped her ass.

Morgan walked to the stairs. “Let's go fuck in the room. I want to enjoy sex and not worry all the time about this and that.” You watched Bill follow and a few minutes later you heard the door close. The bed again creaked and you heard Morgan moaning loudly. While they no doubt fucked above you, you were in the bathtub, tugging on your own dick. It was getting harder and harder to cum. You had already cum so much. You came and got out of the bath and went to drink a beer in the den. The noises filled the room.

What caught your eye was Morgan's yoga pants. They were right on the floor. Inside, or more like on top were her workout shorts. You saw the caked residue of her sex on them. The shameful thoughts came back. You wanted to at least smell her again. These weren't tainted by your own...ahem...stuff.

Fifteen minutes later, they came back down. You had been pacing around the panties. Both adjusted there hair and clothes. Morgan had on the same tight top, but with green short shorts. Her ass looked great. Bill wore board shorts and a wife beater t shirt. Bill asked if you wanted a beer. You nodded.

You felt sad when Morgan picked up her clothes and went upstairs. She came back down and you felt pissed. No panties.

The three of you sat and drank. It was around 1pm and you were all feeling buzzed. Bill and Morgan were flirting and chatting, and you were not part of their conversations. Bill constantly was groping, squeezing, teasing and touching her. She seemed to feed off the playful attention. These are things YOU never did.

Bill turned to Morgan, “We need to hit that pool. I want to watch the game!”

Morgan sipped a beer and looked at me. “Well, what about him. I don't want him seeing me in a bikini, and I don't want him in here without us!”

“Why?” You asked looking at her.

“Cause I don't trust you freak. I already caught you sniffing my goddamn panties last night. They're in your room now. Lord knows what you're doing with them in there.” She had such venom in her words. “You're lucky I didn't call security!”

“I....I...” you didn't know what to say, she was being accurate. About all of it. You had done everything she said. “I can just go gamble I guess,” is what you said.

“Do whatever you want loser,” Morgan got up and went to get a beer. She came back and handed one to Bill. Morgan sipped her beer and watched TV but addressed you. “I get it. You can't get laid. So you have to jerk off.” She was laying into you now. “But you shouldn't steal a fucking girl's panties you fucking pervert!”

“I messed up,” you shrugged, feeling tipsy. “Sue me.”

This made Bill laugh but he shook his head. “Bad move dude,”

Morgan looked over with a face that could turn a man to stone. It did. You felt so small. “You think I'm joking. You are taking those panties out tonight. I told you.” She put her hand on Bill's thigh and moved closer to me. “You're going to make dinner, light candles. The works with those fucking panties. Treat them right. If you don't I'll have you fucking thrown out!” She sat back down. “You should be grateful. Those panties are the ONLY pussy you're getting this weekend. Fucking loser.”

A half hour later, Morgan and Bill got ready for the pool. Morgan refused to leave until you were on the elevator going down. She “seized” my keycard to get back in the room. You went to the bar. Not to gamble. After about twenty minutes, you made your way to the pool.

Morgan and Bill were across on the far side of the pool. Your cock got hard at seeing Morgan standing up, in a silver shiny bikini. You had never seen this one. It made her boobs look nice, and her ass look great. It wasn't a thong, but it was a nice sexy bikini. One she bought specifically for this trip. Now she was wearing it in the company of your asshole friend. He was taking advantage of it too. You watched as she stood, and he oiled up her long toned legs. Twenty four hours ago, she wouldn't have let him touch her. Now she was letting him oil her legs up, about an hour after fucking him. So strange.

Bill paid special attention to her ass. It made your dick almost sing to watch him apply oil to her ass. You wished it was you. Morgan just laughed and shook her head as he focused on her ass.

“Dude,” a voice called from behind. “Do you stay here!” The cabana boy walked up to you. “Are you a guest!”You nodded. “Then where is your key!” You had none. You felt like a criminal as you were escorted back to the casino area. The boy was apologetic. “I get it, the chick is smoking hot, but if your not a guest I can't let you just ogle her.” As he walked away, he said, “Besides her boyfriend would probably be pissed.”

“That's not her boyfriend!” You shouted finally.

The boy laughed. “Sooo in denial dude.” He walked away.

Just then your phone buzzed. It was a group text message from Bill to a bunch of your mutual buddies from high-school. The picture floored you. It was Morgan's ass. With the words “what I been fucking all weekend” attached. Your phone came to life with replies like “hot as fuck” and “jealous man” and “you're the man dude”. Bill was showing pics of YOUR girlfriend. Luckily it wasn't her face.

A minute later, Bill personally texted you pics of her ass. “Got to be a tough weekend dude. I don't blame you for jerking off. Hope this helps!”

You sat at the bar staring at her ass in that bikini. You were so horny, and needed to cum. Bill texted you. “Did you release the demons!”

You replied. “I can't. Can't get in the room!”

Bill came back with. “If I were you, I'd be spanking it in the bathrooms to this chic.”

As much as it made you mad, he was right. You were so hard and so stressed. You needed release. Five minutes later, you were doing just that, even as people walked in and out of the crowded casino bathroom. You managed to put some tissue over your dick as you came.

Somewhat relieved, you went to the bar. You didn't feel like gambling. You wanted to go back out to the pool. It would be risky, and you could actually be asked to leave if caught. Still, you weren't going to let Morgan and Bill just act like a couple without your supervision. You walked around and to the parking lot, then you hopped the small fence. No one saw you, and you made your way to the pool. Acting as if you were supposed to be there. Morgan was sitting sipping a drink in a coconut, and Bill had a glass of beer.

“What's up,” Bill winked and high-fived you.

Morgan rolled her eyes, “Fucking god. Can't get away from this guy! Seriously? No privacy!”

“I just want to hang out,” you said trying to regain some footing. “Right dude, we're at a casino, let's get some drinks,” you told Bill. You knew Bill. He just lived to party. He didn't care.

“You know it bro,” he got up. “This one's on me. Rough weekend.”

Morgan tipped her glasses down. “You're leaving me alone with him. Seriously?” This made you mad.

“I'll be fine,” you assured her for some reason. “Just want to drink by the pool.”

Bill walked away. Morgan turned her head away from you and sipped her drink. There was a real tension then between you and your girlfriend. No games. Just real awkward tension. Finally you broke the silence.

“You know he's lying to you,” you stated.

“Hrrrmpphh,” Morgan grumbled. “I shouldn't even engage you about whatever your going to say, but I'll bite. What's he lying about?” She kept staring forward and basking in the sun. Your eyes wandered over your own girlfriend's toned body. “Quit fucking gawking dude and speak!” She said as she pulled her hair back and laid back down.

“He's been using these,” you pulled out the single pack of Viagra and showed it to her.

“Is that Viagra?” Morgan looked over and then sat back down seemingly unamused.

You nodded. “Yeah...he's like....cheating....or something.” You didn't really know how to categorize his underhandedness.

Morgan laughed hard. A laugh of amusement. “So you're big reveal.” She tipped her glasses and looked over to me. “You're big attempt to make him, I don't know, what...look dumb,” she smiled, “was to show me that he's been taking pills. So that he can fuck me.” She paused. “Like fuck me all night. Over and over. All over that suite. So much so that I was cumming all over his hard dick.” She shrugged. “That's what you wanted to tell me?”

Your head spun. Jesus. She was right. You didn't know what to say. “It seems kind of creepy I guess!”

Morgan looked at you intently. “THAT....THAT seems creepy to you.” She put her glasses back on her face properly and laid back down in the sun laughing some more. “Sounds like he's smart. And you're an idiot.” She was truly amused by all of what you had said. “Maybe take some lessons!”

Bill came back and handed you the beer. You put it down on the table between your seat and Morgan. Bill sat next to you. Both of you were trying not to just stare at Morgan. Bill was more an expert at stealing glances than you. He waved you off many times from doing it. Was he teaching you? Should you learn from him? He DID get in the hot girl next to you's pants. But she WAS your girlfriend. Was she still? You still thought so.

You and Bill chatted about sports to break the ice. Well, just for you, as he seemed rather comfortable and quite content. How could he not be, since your girlfriend was literally sleeping with him. You kept stealing glances at Morgan's legs. She turned over and her ass was out in the open. The two of your weren't the only ones checking out your tight bodied girlfriend. Several dads and married men did as well.

Morgan didn't really speak at all. As the conversation got back to football, you and Bill got into it about the Notre Dame game. You bragged about how much more you knew than he did. Always rivals. You were pretty adamant that Notre Dame was going to lose. It felt good to focus on something other than Morgan and Bill's new....well....closeness. You found yourself barely even glancing at Morgan. You just kept drinking your beers to ease the tension. The current one tasted odd though, but you let it slide.

Finally, Morgan said something. “So Bill, how much Viagra do you take usually!”

You thought Bill was going to get a red face and be embarrassed. Instead he looked up, thinking in his mind. “About half a pill is all you need.” He slapped my back. “Gets my ass fucking ROCK hard dude! For hours!”

Morgan looked at him and nodded, “Interesting, so what about if you took a full pill?”

Bill looked confused. “I wouldn't do that. If you don't actually have erectile dysfunction and you take a whole pill, you're world is going to be rocked.” He started laughing wildly, “big time mistake. Like you'll burst I bet! Totally fucked!”

Morgan smiled at you and threw down an empty single pack of Viagra. “You're loser buddy here.” She pointed a thumb at me. “He's fucked!”

“Oh no,” Bill started to keel over laughing, “She spiked your beer dude. BONER BEER!”

Morgan actually held out her hand for a high-five and Bill reciprocated. “Totally BONER BEERED this freak,” Morgan laughed.

“What's going to happen,” you said nervous. You'd never taken Viagra. You never needed to. Hadn't thought of it.

Bill slapped you back hard. “In an hour or so, you're going to be HURTING bro. Total full boner city to the point you'll fucking gush if you even rub against a wall dude.”

You stood up, now rather scared. You looked around. How much time did you have? You didn't want to be in public. Would people see your boner. Morgan and Bill laughed and laughed at your expense. You felt more of a third wheel, and an outsider to what was now THEIR weekend than you ever did. There was no where to go. You couldn't go to the room. You had no key.

Morgan patted the seat next to her. “Sit down boner boy. You're about to have a tough day.” She looked over to Bill. “Oh my god, I'm so glad he isn't in the room. He'd be fucking all my panties in an hour!”

Bill made a comment about how it would be easier if you got drunk. Which you tried to do. You kept drinking beers. You acted as if everything was ok. It was at first. Morgan kept joking about “how you felt”. Nothing really happened. You actually started to feel rather buzzed and comfortable for the first time in hours. You actually took off your shirt, and got in the pool. You, Bill and Morgan. You looked at Bill who had a gut. Sure he had bigger arms, but he wasn't as fit as you. What did she see in him. You wondered why you thought that.

You were kind of having fun. Morgan did a hand stand under water. Her legs came up. You caught a glimpse of her feet. They were always so sexy to you. Your dick began to creep to life quickly. Morgan came back up, and jumped up into Bill's arms laughing. Your dick got even harder. As you stared at her ass, your cock got impossibly hard. Harder and more erect than it had ever been in your memory. Fear crept over you. Your face turned beat red and you got out of the pool.

Morgan and Bill were in the pool. Morgan looked over to you and then to your crotch. You sat to hide it. She whispered to Bill who burst out laughing. “Got a problem dude!” She came to the side of pool, and dunked under. You couldn't see her. She jumped up from behind the concrete side of the pool and into your view, slowly moving out of the water. She whipped her hair slowly, and the sun shined off her body. She looked amazing in that silver bikini, and apparently she knew it.

Morgan came out of the pool. Bill just sat in the pool. Morgan asked if Bill needed his beer. He said yes, and she grabbed it and walked over. About three feet from you she bent down at the waist to give Bill his beer. Her ass pointing directly at you. Your dick began to twitch. It was almost as if it was going to cum, but that couldn't be. You hadn't even touched yourself.

She walked to the seat next to you and cooed. “Yikes,” she rubbed her long legs right in front of you. “I need to put more lotion on.” She grabbed the bottle and applied lotion slowly to her left leg. Your eyes were on her the whole time. She was putting on a show, and you couldn't look a way. She then went to her right leg, putting her foot on the reclining seat. She rubbed the oil on slowly. Bill was laughing in the pool. Meanwhile, your cock was moving on its own. So hard, so erect, and rubbing against your wet shorts. It was obvious now.

“You're killing him,” he joked.

Morgan went about oiling her body, not looking your way. “What's funny,” she said in response to Bill's comment, “is that you can actually see this loser's boner. Which is an achievement for this guy!” That's when it happened. Morgan dropped the bottle. It went under the seat. She bent down, once again at the waist. This time her ass inches from your face. You could see her pussy lips under the bikini she was so close. Your eyes bulged from your head. Your cock spurted a jet of cum. It had ****. She swayed her ass slowly in front of you as she bent for what seemed like hours to pick up the bottle. Your cock didn't just move now. It began to shutter and you felt on the verge of orgasm, as your own girlfriend's ass was inches away.

She stood up and adjusted her amazing body in front of you. She sat on the side of the seat and raised her hands to her head. As she did, her tits became the center of your view. It caused your cock to feel somehow harder, and your head went dizzy, as the blood was going directly to your cock. “Do you want to rub lotion on my feet,” she said and crossed her legs, bobbing her little feet right in front of you.

“What,” you said in a daze, now confused by all of this. “Really? I can?”

Morgan chuckled. “Sure,” she turned to Bill and winked. “It's the only time this weekend that YOU will be able to touch ME!”

You were somehow ecstatic. For some reason, the idea of touching your OWN girlfriend was driving you insane with lust. You stared at her feet. She handed you the bottle of lotion. Morgan then put her foot in your lap. Her sexy foot was only a few inches from your hard cock. You went about lathering up your palms, and then began to rub her feet. It felt so sensual to rub oil on her feet. You took the time to massage her feet and really get the oil in. It was amazing, and your erection now was so hard it began to hurt. It seemed to last for a lifetime as you went about rubbing her feet with oil.

“Are you ok dude,” she looked at you laughing, “you're beat red and look like your going to have a heart attack. You might want to calm down!”

Bill was chugging his beer. “Aw babe. Come on, leave the guy alone. You're too hot for him right now!”

It was such a strange thing to say, but so on point. Her feet were always so cute to you. She knew you wanted a footjob, but never wanted to give you one. She said it seemed ridiculous. You wanted to kiss her feet for some reason, to lick them to worship them. You're heart was beating fast, and beads of sweat began to roll down your face.

Morgan looked you over. “Ok,” she said pulling her feet away, as she gave you a look of amusement at your obvious growing uncomfortableness.

“You look like your going to explode dude. Breathe!” Bill laughed chugging a beer in the pool.

Morgan wiggled her little toes and you watched the whole time. “I do have cute little feet,” she sighed, and rubbed them, and then her left leg. “I also have these long LONG legs that go ALL the way up,” she seductively said rubbing the bottom of her ass. She turned to you, and crossed her legs, dangling her foot between you own legs. She wasn't looking at you however. “Hey Bill,” she turned to him, her feet and oiled legs dangerously close to you. With the current state of your boner, and how hard you were, those legs were almost lethal too you. Threatening to cause you to erupt without the slightest touch.

“What's up,” Bill responded from the pool.

Morgan grabbed her foot. “You ever had a footjob?” The words were like a shock to your system.

“Ha,” Bill replied. “Nah, never been interested in one. Why?”

Morgan shrugged her shoulders. “I don't know, a lot of foot fetish freaks LOVE them.” She rubbed her toes. “I guess if you do it right it feels like a bunch of hands rubbing your dick or something. Or feet I guess!”

She looked at yo now, “You ever had one?”

It was so strange, she knew the answer. She seemed to make you feel so small. Like you were a kid in high-school and she was a mature women, who would never give you the time of day. “No,” was all you could say.

“I need to grab my charger,” Morgan all of the sudden stated and got up and pulled a shirt over her body. She walked off and went inside the casino. Bill came out of the pool and you talked more football. Bill's phone buzzed on the table between the reclining seats. He picked it up and looked at it. He gave an approving nod to whatever he was reading. You were getting pretty drunk, and your dick had finally subsided. Eventually, he excused himself and went to the bathroom.

You had about three beers, and neither Morgan nor Bill returned. It had been about fifteen minutes. Probably having sex, you laughed to yourself. The ease with which that joke came surprised you. Those two, you again joked. How weird of you.

Your phone buzzed. It was a text message from Bill. There was a video to download. You did it and pressed play. On the screen was Bill's erect cock, and then two dainty feet you instantly recognized as Morgan's began to rub all over his dick. Your own cock exploded to life. It might have been a record for you. You four inches went from flaccid to insanely hard almost instantly. He was getting a footjob from your girlfriend. Something you NEVER got but always wanted.

“How do you do this?” Bill asked.

Morgan's feet began to move up and down, in opposite directions. “I think I just keep pumping your dick with my feet is all!” She was moving her feet more rapidly, her toes and feet glistening with tanning oil. You are the one who told her she would need lubrication. You never KNEW YOU would be the one applying it for your jerk buddy. “I don't get it really, it doesn't seem like its that fun. Freaks like them.”

Bill's lower body was squirming. “Actually....fuck.....damn.....” he was moving his hips up and down, as her feet rubbed his shaft. She giggled at his squirming. Her feet began to pump his cock on both sides. “Fuck it does feel pretty fucking AMAZING!” You could see his hands begin to curl. He wanted to grab something but didn't know WHAT to do. It made you laugh, and then Morgan did too.

She began to really pump his cock with her feet. Damn, you thought. She's a pro. You showed her enough videos. For the first time since last night you felt an INTENSE jealousy which mixed with your erection and confused you. You knew Bill was in a heaven you never experienced and it pissed you off and aroused you all at once. You wanted to feel her sexy feet on your cock so badly. It was still so erotic to you that you were now basically watching a foot porn video shot by your friend and starring him and your girlfriend. That last thought caused your cock to spew a shot. That's when you heard Bill groan. “FUCCCCCCKKKKK BBAAAAAABE!” He grabbed her feet and held them against his dick as it erupted and poured cum all over her dainty little feet. You watched as her toes were coated with his thick creamy cum, and your cock spurted harder. Not a full cum, but you couldn't control your dick any longer. The video finally ended with Morgan saying something about not getting anything out of what just happened.

Bill had texted you that its “safe” to come back to the room. You guys needed to get ready for the game.

You got back to the suite, and heard the bed creaking. He just came, you thought. The hard cock in your pants reminded you how strong Bill's pills were. If you had a pussy to fuck, you'd be doing it too. The memory of Morgan's panties came to you and you went to your room. You were shocked to see it was locked. Morgan had locked it, you had no doubt. You then snuck up the stairs, but were stopped by the open bedroom door.

“Uh...uh....oh fuck....oh fuck,” Morgan moaned softly. If you went up there, you risked being caught. So you walked back downstairs and went out to the deck. You started up a smoke, and looked across the parking lot and saw people in the other tower looking right at your deck. Two young guys, looked like high-school kids were pointing their phones at your deck. You looked at yourself, then around the deck. You turned to face the actual room, and you instantly saw what they were watching. The main bedroom door was open, and the deck door gave everyone who could see a view of the pair fucking on the bed. Morgan's legs were on Bill's shoulders as he was humping down at her. You couldn't see much, but it was clearly two people fucking. You turned to shoo them away, and they gave you the finger.

That's when you went and closed the tinted deck doors. Again, you heard Morgan moan now. Louder than before. Your cock was trembling and swaying in your pants. You thought about those kids uploading the video to pornhub or something. Then your friend and your girlfriend would be pornstars. Together. It made your cock spurt again. You still hadn't fully cummed, but you were afraid to even rub up against something now. They could have a video. ANOTHER one. No sound though, you thought. The sounds of Morgan's moaning rung in your ears.

“OH GOD! OHHH!” She was really screaming. It gave you a naughty thought. You had just gotten a selfie stick for Morgan. You were going to give it to her as a present this weekend. Things had changed, you laughed. You ran and got it out and put your phone on it. Then you turned on the camera and lifted it close to the deck doors. You could see the image of the two of them on the bed and you adjusted until they were in the middle. Bill was fucking her doggystyle and you got a perfect view of his dick disappearing inside your girlfriend. She was gripping the sheets and screaming. “OH GOD BILL! FUCK ME! FUCK ME AGAIN AND AGAIN! NEVER STOP FUCKING ME! I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN ALL OVER YOUR DICK!” You watched her body tense and then her whole form shivered. Bill pulled her ass to him.

“FUUUCCKK BABE!” He grunted. You know knew that meant he had just cum too. You pulled the phone down and turned off the camera. You now had a video for all time of this weekend. To document the depravity, shame, and eroticism you never knew before.

You turned on ESPN and sat down, the two came down a few minutes later, Bill had put on jeans, but Morgan still had the bikini top, and a pair of green short shorts that exposed some of her lower ass. She had on flip flops, and you saw her toes. They were shiny and caked with cum. Had she even cleaned them. She got a beer for her and Bill and sat on the couch with him. You took your seat, knowing where you were supposed to be by now. You couldn't stop looking at her toes. When she'd move her feet, you'd see Bill's cum almost web her toes. She didn't seem to care.

Morgan chugged a beer, just as Bill did. It seemed so odd, but strangely right for the way they were acting with each other now. “I can't wait for tonight, I'm just getting drunk and getting DRESSED the fuck up!”

Bill was eager to hear what she had in mind. “What you gonna wear babe?”

Morgan sipped her beer, and burped. “I got this tight yellow dress, I'll wear it with those silver heels you like,” she said. He liked? He liked? Those were YOUR favorite heels. That was YOUR favorite dress on her. Well, in the privacy of your home. It was like a stripper dress. Sort of. You never wanted her to wear it out, and you thought she didn't either. “You don't have a problem with that do you,” she looked at him, and then to you, and back to him. You weren't going to say a word.

“I want you to get as sexy as you fucking can babe. You're hot as balls.” He pulled her to him on the couch. “You can be my sexy arm candy on the tables.”

Morgan's face lit up with joy. “Wow. No complaining, no issues,” she looked at him seriously.

“You're smoking hot. Show what you got,” he chugged his beer.

You girlfriend turned to you, “See that is why he just got his dick wet and you're so hard and unsatisfied you look your going to burst!”

The words from her mouth were so naughty. She had never said “got his dick wet”. It cause you to spurt and you groaned. “Aaahh!”

Bill and Morgan looked at you, but luckily not to your crotch. “You ok dude,” Bill said.

She was not amused. “I'm going out to sunbathe. Then we can go!”

You tried to stop her from going out there. “There are a bunch of kids watching the suite across in the other Tower.”

Morgan didn't miss a beat, “So, all they'll do is jack off to me. What's the difference if I go out there or stay in here with you.” She walked out to the deck and lied down.

Bill was moving lower on the couch. “Damn man, nothing like cumming hard to take all the energy out of you. Whenever I bust I just want to nap, you know!” You were the exact opposite of his relaxed manner. You were tense, on edge, awake and erect as all hell. “Just spank one out,” Bill said almost reading your mind. “I sent you that video,” he added as his eyes went low.

“I have nowhere to fucking jerk off,” you mumbled angrily. “My door is locked.”

Bill's eyes were closed. “Go up to the bathroom in our room, get that shit out man. Its bad news being that way all day.” He began to breath heavy and you were sure he was sleeping.

You looked to the deck, and then saw Morgan lying down. You took it as an opportunity, and raced up the stairs to the bathroom. You turned on the water of the large tub. You began to unzip your pants, prepared to finally release all the tension. That's when you saw her yoga pants, and her workout panties. You walked slowly over and bent down to take a whiff. Her strong feminine pungent odor was all over the panties. Her sex wafted into your nose and you had two huge spurts of cum from your cock. “AAHHH!” You almost keeled over. You needed to cum and badly.

“What the hell are you doing,” Morgan said from behind you. She had her arms crossed. Luckily, you still had watered down basketball shorts. So none of your cum stains were visible. Your erection was a different story. “Get that thing away from my stuff,” she pointed at your crotch. “You already FUCKED my other panties. You're not getting another pair you fucking freak.”

She grabbed her clothes and walked past you to her room. Their room? Whose was it. Either way, she locked the door and came back. “Downstairs NOW!” She ordered like a drill sergeant. “You have a girlfriend in your room. When we leave I'll give you the key and you can “date” her all you want.” She laughed. Morgan stopped at the bottom of the stairs and smiled. “I like that pair of panties in your room. So treat them right. Don't cheat on them,” she said. What the hell? She made you shake her hand. “Promise you will NOT cheat on those panties.”

“I won't”, you told her and shook her hand. This was too wacky.

Morgan looked at Bill on the couch. “OH MY GOD, look how cute he is snoring.” She giggled. Did she really think that Bill was cute? He wasn't all that cute. She never said that before. She walked over to the couch and sat right next to him. “OH MY GOD! Let's fuck with him,” she stated. At least she was being nice. You actually were curious how she wanted to fuck with him. She'd been fucking with you all day. “Go get the tanning oil from upstairs.” She smiled at you. You ran up, eager to play a trick on Bill. Maybe put it on his hand so he slaps his face with it. That was an old one but a good one. You raced back with the bottle and gave it to Morgan. She rubbed it on her right hand, and then you watched her unzip his jeans with the left. She reached down, and Bill grunted. What was she doing? She pulled out his dick, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. You were enraged but afraid now to say much and complain. His dick was FINALLY limp yet still looked large. Was she going to do something to it?

“I want to see what he does,” she said and began to lather his cock with her right oiled hand. Bill grumbled but remained asleep. She got next to him and began to pump his shaft in her hand, slowly at first, and you watched it amazingly begin to harden. She was jerking him off in his sleep, right in front of you. It was so brazen, and she now apparently didn't care WHAT you saw. You were so incredibly hard still and wanted his dick to be yours, being worked over with oil.

“Get me a beer,” Morgan asked softly, and continued to jerk Bill off. You went to the kitchen and moved fast. Part of you wanted to watch her. To see what she would do. Now for new reasons, because it was so intensely erotic. “Crack it open for me, I got my hands full,” she giggled. You did as told and she drank it with her left hand. “You'll have to teach me about football,” she added as she jerked him off. His cock now fully erect and oiled. Bill was grunting and groaning. “I want to be able to talk while you guys are debating shit. I feel left out!” She was talking to you as if your friend's cock wasn't in her hand. But it was, and she began to pick up the pace.

“OH fuck babe, you suck it so good! But I got history class” Bill muttered in his sleep.

“HAHAHAHA!” She turned to you again, “He thinks he's like getting blown at your high-school!” It was rather funny. Even if the whole scene made your head spin. “I wonder who he's thinking about,” Morgan added as she began a quicker pace with her hand.

Bill seemed to answer her, “Fuck Morgan I'm gonna cum on your face.”

“AWWWWW,” Morgan cooed. She leaned over and kissed his forehead as she began to jerk him even harder. “Go ahead and cum babe. Nice and hard,” she turned and winked at you as if you were in on this joke, “all over my face!”

You caught that she called HIM babe. What was happening. You had to do something. Why were you just watching. You watched as Bill's cock exploded. An impressive amount of cum shot up and down and all over her hand. He groaned and as his orgasm slowed and stopped, he was snoring again.

“Hand me a towel,” Morgan said and held out her clean hand. “We got to get going soon,” Morgan said and you handed her a towel from the kitchen. You watched her wipe her hands off and she still talked as if she didn't just jerk him off in front of you.

As she went upstairs you called to her. “I need...I need help...” you pointed to your crotch.

Morgan laughed. “You'll be fine. Deep breaths. Once we get back and go out, I'll unlock your room. You can go nuts on YOUR date.”

You took a deep breath. “Can I at least have a pair of FRESH panties.”

Morgan shook her head. “Absolutely not, I'm not letting you fuck all my panties. You're such a freak.” She came back down, and only put on a see through shirt and still had on the bikini top. You didn't even change. Morgan woke Bill up and we walked to the elevator.

“Have any good dreams Bill,” Morgan said looking at you smiling.

Bill looked at you and Morgan, “What's up. What'd you guys do!”

“Don't you tell him,” She pointed to you. “That's OUR secret. Be somewhat useful”

We went to the packed bar. It was crowded. We went to ask for a table at the bar. The lady said tables were for two. Morgan pointed at you. “He can stand”. Looks like you were the third wheel once again.

The bar was crowded. Even Morgan had to stand. You were constantly staring at her tight little ass in those shorts. Everytime she bent over more of her cheeks would be exposed. It was too much. You're heart was beating strongly, and you had been hard for well over three hours. Wasn't there some rule about a four hour erection? This was cutting it close.

You had a huge problem. When Morgan got beers, she'd have to get by you. A number of times her ass pushed into you and it threatened an already about to erupt boner. The game was being played but your focus was on Morgan's ass and legs. You feared them now. They were so hot they were dangerous to you.

Bill asked what you “did' to him. You just laughed. “She gave you a handjob when you were asleep.”

Morgan heard you, “You're such a loser. It was just a fun secret.” She rolled her eyes at you.

Bill laughed, “It's funny. I was dreaming about Mr. Hanson's class and there was Morgan blowing me.”

“I would have,” Morgan made a BJ sign with her hand.

That's when it all went south. She was pushed back into you, and her ass cheeks caught your boner for a millisecond. It was all you could take. The volcano finally erupted.

“FUUCCCCCCKKKKKK! OH GODDDD!” You exploded in your pants. It was the most intense and somehow fulfilling orgasm of your life. You kept cumming and cumming for what seemed like hours. You gripped your beer glass and just let it all go. You couldn't stop it. “AAAAAHHH!” You cried out, your eyes crossing and your face wincing.

You felt yourself pushed back. “What the FUCK was that,” Morgan turned to you. She looked down. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! DID YOU JUST CUM IN YOUR PANTS!” She was shouting it, and some people heard and turned. She pointed to my crotch. There was obvious cum seeping through my shorts. Morgan grabbed Bill. “Your fucking tool friend just came ALL over me because my ass brushed his little dick. What are you going to do?”

”I didn't cum,” you said.

Someone muttered. “Pissed yourself then?”

Morgan was not having it. “That's cum. Look at it. You can smell it.” She looked at Bill and raised her eyebrows.

Bill sighed, “You got to go dude!” He was right. You had to leave.

You raced off in anger. Going back to the room. You wanted to change but didn't have the key. You texted Bill. “I couldn't jerk off. She locked my door!”

Bill got back to you, “She doesn't want you doing that in the nice room. Go down to the casino bathrooms if you have to.”

You finally got a text from Morgan. “Get out of the room for two hours. Once you come back your door will be open. You can have all the “sex” you want. Just don't bother us tonight ok?”

You texted her “ok”.