It all comes out!

Again...I'm TRYING to add pics. They might not stay up. Enjoy them while they last. I think I've found my “Morgan” muse. I make no money off of this. It's just for fun.

Janelle went to work in the afternoon. You were bored as hell. You took the day off since last nights “anal activities” had your head spinning. The worst thing, was that you weren't even a part of the activities. Bill had fucked your girlfriend in the ass. Taking the last bastion of her virginity. Even if you COULD go back, she would never go back from that. Nor would you. Or Bill. What if you got married. Bill would be sitting there in the church. smiling, knowing he had not only fucked the bride, but taken her ass. First. Could you even invite him? Would it even happen? Could you bring yourself to it? Sadly the image of the wedding in such a manner gave you a tremendous boner. It seemed your dick would attend, even if you didn't.

The day went by. You checked on updates from Bill and Morgan. Nothing. Other than Bill saying Morgan was “mad” because of her ass hurting and she didn't want to do a thing. But nothing more. You were getting anxious and eager to hear what they were up to tonight. Forgoing any normal porn, and opening your file of videos and pics of them.

You decided to get some dinner and beers with your friend from work. He barely knew Morgan at least, so the questions didn't come. You kept checking your phone, but nothing. Your buddy wanted to get more drinks and go get “girls” as he put it. Maybe he forgot you had a girlfriend. Or now two girlfriends. He hadn't really met either, and you hadn't spent time with him on the weekends. When you did Morgan was certainly not around.

You blew him off and said you had a long day tomorrow, as you were going out with friends and your girlfriend. This was true, but you weren't really sure which girlfriend, though it was going to be a Saturday so you had an idea. It would probably just be the four of you. Not much of a night, just another double date, but it excited you so much, it was hard to hide your boner.

You went home, still buzzing, and texted the buddies you grew up with, Sean and Bradley. Along with Bill, they were really the only friends from high-school you hung out with often. The larger group got together once in a few months, but this was the main crew. It was getting late, around 1130 PM, and you wanted to play Quake on your PC. You guys were more online gamers, than console gamers. You even followed eSports when you could.. You knew they'd both be home. It's not like they had much of a social life. Both were in their mid-twenties like you, and had no girlfriends. To say they had trouble with the ladies was an understatement. You used to bet each other about talking to girls at bars. Who would go up to a hot girl and break the ice. The others had to pay for the drinks. Bill would play, and be no better than you three, but he'd then go find a fat girl to hit on and take her home.

That all changed with Morgan. When you met her in college and she came out to hang out with your group, other than Bill, they couldn't even really look her in the eye. They'd tell you how cute she was and how “hot” she COULD be. She'd say they were just awkward, but at times she'd call them perverts (not to their faces) for staring at her legs. It made her not want to wear skrits. And BOY, did Morgan think you're little betting game was pathetic. She'd watch your friends walk up to girls, say “hi” and then run away like children. At times, she had even mentioned that at least Bill “puts an effort in”, even though most of the time it was with her. Sean and Bradley couldn't even talk to Morgan, let alone put up a front like they would hit on her. Though they'd sure talk about her when she wasn't around. Mostly, again, about how hot she COULD be, if showing some more leg, and maybe a little more “tit and ass”. Sean was more aggressive with his talk and fake bravado then Bradley. You were closer with Bradley, even if people called him timid. You suspected he had a small thing for Morgan himself, as he seemed to respect her in conversation more than Sean and Bill.

Morgan would see the texts about her and shake her head, calling them pathetic losers. At first, she felt bad, but after trying to help them get laid unsuccessfully, she said it's their own faults. Now she wouldn't feel bad calling them pathetic or perverts. Bill on the other hand, had fucked several of her friends, including her best friends. They were both slutty and a little over weight. Not like Morgan, though they tried to out dress her to cover there less than fit bodies.

It occurred to you they hadn't seen Morgan in months. In fact, you'd hung out with them a few times since all this occurred, and they hadn't mentioned her at all. Still, you wanted to hang out, even if via gaming console. They got back to you quickly. Something inside you told you not to add the invite to Bill, but you did. He was home too, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Morgan had had enough after last night. You knew that wouldn't last. Soon, you were all in a group text. You fired up your PC, and started Quake.

You were doing well right off the bat. You usually beat them pretty well, and you certainly bragged. You began to type a chat, when you noticed Bill was simply running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Normally, he perched or camped and got kills cheaply. This was uncommon.

“What are you drunk Bill,” you typed as you killed Bill's character once again. Chatting this way was easier than texting the whole time.

Bradley answered. “Yeah right!”

Sean added. “Lol!”

Your phone buzzed. You picked it up. “Sorry boys that's not me.” Bill had texted. He then sent a pic.

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It was of a girl's laying on his bed. She was playing the game, in long socks, and her panties. She had on a black shirt. You saw her dark hair, and her small ass, and your heart sank. It was Morgan. There was no doubt. Your heart began to pound in your chest. Bill was laying the cards on the table. It was all out now. You wondered what they'd say. You felt so humiliated, your face went flush. You felt the welling of tears begin to form. But you held them back. You didn't touch your controller, but the other three (including Morgan) were still playing. For some reason, your cock began to harden, and not just from the picture and how hot it was, but from the humiliation. Your cock seemed to love it, even if your brain did not. You continued to try and play, flustered by everything.

Your phone buzzed, “Wait....is that....is that....MORGAN!” Sean exclaimed.

A second later Bill answered in the affirmative. “Yup, she's playing for me boys!”

“You're a liar!” Sean added.

A moment later, an image came through on the group text.

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It was Morgan, sitting on the couch in his room. One you all knew well. Her face, her sexy body, and those sexy socks on display.

Sean added in the group text. “You DA MAN DUDE! I KNEW YOU'D HIT THAT”

Another text, not in the group came through. It was Bradley. “Sorry dude. I know you liked her.”

You texted him. “It's fine. It's fine.” It's all you could think to do. Could you tell them the truth about your “deal”. It seemed so odd now, for all of you. But everything was laid bare, and your stomach sank, even as your cock rose at the pictures. You chugged a beer, and went slowly to get another. You chugged that one too. And then another. You were drunk now, and felt better. Or so you told yourself. You were mad, and red in the face. For the first time you wanted to confront Bill. What would that do? Morgan might watch you get your ass kicked. You just sat back down. You had been killed numerous times.

Your phone was buzzing with the blue light. Another text from Bradley. “Maybe she was out of your league. Maybe its for the best. You really couldn't handle her anyways.” Now you were pissed at Bradley. What the fuck did that mean.

“I'm fine. It is what it is.” Was all you texted.

You picked up the controller and HUNTED Morgan, easily killing her. She was terrible.

Bill sent a group text, with a pic.

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Morgan was giving the screen the finger after you killed her. “She's pissed dude, lol!” Bill stated.

“She looks good angry,” Sean added. “Too many clothes though. Lol!”

You wanted to text “Fuck off,” but you held back and kept playing. You were stalking Morgan now, killing her almost exclusively with ease.

Your phone buzzed “She's getting pissed at you” Bill texted the group.

“Whatever,” you added. The only thing you had texted. Your anger was rolling over and you were taking it out on her in the game.

“It's ok,” Bill added. “She's been pissed all day about last night....look at the way she's been.”

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Bill sent a pic of her in tight ripped jeans, and a tight black top, looking utterly stunning. It floored you how amazing she could look.

“Again,” Sean added, “looks good angry!”

You were shocked and a little betrayed when Bradley added. “Yeah she does. Lol!” Looks like everyone had gotten over the “transition” real quick. Or was it simply they hadn't seen you with her in months, and you hadn't even mentioned her. Or was it more like Bradley and Sean and even SARAH implied, that this was all expected. You looked at the image, and couldn't help but feel your cock twitch. She looked so mature and confident, and sexy, and well...pissed. They were right, she looked great mad.

“What's she mad about?” Bradley added, the game still going on, at a slower pace. Morgan was quite on the chat, as were you all, but she was making kills now.

Bill sent a pic.

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It was Morgan looking annoyed. He explained, “She's complaining about her ass being on fire ALL DAY BOYS! BOO-YAH!”

Your heart stopped, or so you thought, as Bill all but admitted to fucking Morgan in the ass. Already. You hated him at that moment, but the idea of everyone knowing was driving your cock wild against your better judgment. It was leaking in your pants now.

Sean quickly added, “OH NO! YOU DID NOT GET HER ASS!”

Bill texted a smiley face emoji with a thumbs up. Fucking brazen cocky fucking asshole, you thought.

“YOU ARE THE MAN!” Sean added. You were beginning to get more mad at Sean than anyone. He was so cocky himself in texts, but couldn't even give Morgan eye contact.

You were shocked back to life when the screen read that you had been killed by Bill. Which meant Morgan had killed you. It wasn't a cheap kill either, you had been playign and paying attention again.

Bill added a photo to the group.

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It was Morgan on his floor, on her hands and knees in panties on the floor. She seemed intent and into the game. Her amazing ass for all to see. Shots that you would have never sent your buddies. Bill was throwing them out there like it was going out of style. He sure wasn't afraid to share pics. This made your cock twitch again, the idea that Bill was displaying Morgan in a way you never would or even could. She wouldn't even dress for you the way she had in any of the pictures.

Time passed, albeit slowly. You got drunker, and drunker, chugging more beers to try and drown the humiliation. Slowly but surely Morgan was holding her own, but you tried your hardest to kill her when you could. Send a message maybe, to get off the game.

“How's it going over there,” Bradley texted. “She isn't doing that bad.”

Bill sent a photo again.

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This time Morgan was only in panties. Your cock wanted to burst seeing her like that on your asshole friend's bed, even as your mind swirled.

“Nice view,” Sean added.

Bradley stunned you again when he texted, “Still too many clothes.”

Bill got back to the group. “I'm making her take a piece off each time she's killed.”

Minutes passed. Morgan hadn't been killed.

Your hand moved on its own, or so you told yourself as you texted. You were now a part of this gawking group, you thought as you texted. But you needed to know. “What's going on.”

Bill sent a pic.

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She still had on those panties.

“Some one kill her. NOW! LOL!” Sean shouted in a text. She was holding her own now.

All three of you followed the character that with the words “BigDBill” which was his avatar. It made you shake your head. You cornered her and fired mercilessly. She died quickly.

Time passed again. No words on the text. Again, you were the one who picked up the phone to text.

“What the hell Bill? I killed her!” You texted the group.

Moments later, the shot you and probably your friends waited for appeared in the group text.

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Morgan, completely nude on Bill's bed, playing the game.

“DAMN!” Bradley texted.

“FUCK YEAH! GOOD SHOT DUDE!” Sean added. “#WORTHIT!”

You tried to keep playing, but your cock was so stiff, and so hard, you thought it would explode if you even touched it. You needed to grab it, to pull on it. To release all this tension that had built, but at the same time you didn't want to stop playing. More than anything, for some reason, you didn't want Morgan to kill you.

But she found you down a hall, and lobbed a bomb. It exploded and your character died. “KillerB” respawned.

You were motionless for a moment. Then the chat icon began to light up. It was Bill's avatar typing. “More like LoserB! You suck. #Loser!” Somehow, she found you quick, and killed you again. She continued to taunt you. “Put the controller down and stick to jerking off”

Sean typed. “LOL!”

Bradley typed. “HA!”

You were mad at all of them, but still, your cock was vibrating now. Not just from being exposed, or the pics, but now the way she taunted you blatantly.

She was now stalking you in the game. The prey had become the predator. She had picked it up quickly, and it was embarrassment in a new way. It still made your cock leak each time she taunted or even killed you in the game. Luckily, she was making a few kills on your buddies as well.

Sean texted the group on the phone. “Do something she's slaughtering us!”

“I'm trying,” Bill added, “trying to distract her!” He sent a pick that made all your blood go to your cock.

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It was an image of her in his lap. There was no doubt they were fucking. How he took the pic made no sense, but he wasn't playing after all. Maybe the phone was on the nightstand. Either way, he was fucking your girl, with a controller in her hand, and a smile on her face. Now even your friends could see. You were sweating now, and afraid to even move an inch, fearing your cock would cum on its own. As if there was any question before, your “crew” now knew Morgan and Bill were fucking. You looked at the picture and how odd of a match they were. Morgan so mature and sexy, nude and erotic. Bill so awkward and dumb looking. Yet you had no doubt he was enjoying his attempt at distraction.

“MY MAN!” Sean texted.

A moment later, Morgan found you perched. You didn't even see her coming. She threw a bomb and you were dead. The chat icon lit up. “I have a cock in me. What's your excuse!” Morgan taunted. She then added. “He probably has a cock in his hand.”

“DAMN! LOL!” Bradley added to the chat. Again, the humiliation was intoxicating.

“Yeah he does,” Sean added. What a wimp, you thought. He could never talk to her in real life.

The game continued. Morgan's tactics changed. She was perching and camping, more like Bill. She was getting most of the kills now.

“What gives?” Sean texted.

“Yeah I thought you were taking care of her?” You added, realizing you were now just a gawker of your own girl.

Bill sent a photo again.

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“Sorry boys,” he texted, “combined effort now.” The picture was of Morgan apparently bouncing on his cock. He had the controller in his hand. Again, she had a smile on her face, but she was facing the computer. They were still fucking. Bill texted. “Every kill goes in the BJ bank.”

“Lucky fuck,” Bradley added.

The game continued, with less chatter. It started to even out. You noticed Bill's character was twirling when you caught up to him.

“What's going on?” You added to the group text as you made an easy kill on Bill's character.

Bill quickly texted a picture. With the words “Sorry busy guys!”

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It was one of the most erotic sites you had ever seen. Morgan was sucking his long cock. It appeared she had on lipstick now. His cock was covered in lipstick. You felt envy, jealousy, anger and arousal all at once.

“Holy shit that is hot!” Bradley texted.

“Did she put on lipstick to suck your cock?” Sean said. “That's so fucking hot. I wish I had a girl like that. She looks so good with a cock in her mouth.”

You were mad at Sean, but he was right.

Another picture came through from Bill.

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It was another one of Morgan sucking his cock. She looked like she was worshiping his dick now. It was all you could take. You were rubbing your cock. You looked at your computer. No one was moving. No chat. No text. You wondered if everyone was jerking off like you. You came in your jeans with barely more than three rubs. It was a hard, and intense orgasm. It was wonderful.

Your phone buzzed as you caught your breath. How much time had passed. “I think I'm done guys.” Bradley texted.

“Me too. Damn. What a night. What a game.” Sean added. “Tell Morgan she did good. In EVERY WAY Bill. Gamer girl in her yet. Sexy little thing.” He added one more line. “Lucky fucker Bill.”

You watched as everyone signed off except you and Bill. You sipped your beer. It had been a night, and a game. Sean was right. They had seen it all. It was out in the open. Now that you were drunk, and your balls were empty you felt a strange sense of relief. Things wouldn't have to be hidden now. What would happen next? It rather excited you.

Your eyes caught the chat icon lighting up. “Let's go bitch boy!” Bill's avatar spoke.

Bill texted you. “That's not me! Lol!”

You typed in the chat. “What are we playing for?”

The chat icon began to light up. “If I win, we ALL go out tomorrow, Kate, you, me, Bill AND Sean and Bradley. And as couples.” She stopped, then started again, as if answering the question in your head. “YOUR WITH KATE NUMBNUTS! And no bitching!”

“If I win?” You asked.

You waited as she typed. “Then me and you go out. Just us. No Bill this weekend. I'll fuck your brains out!”

It was a deal you HAD to take at this point. A date with her. And SEX. With MORGAN. On the WEEKEND. It seemed oddly crazy now. Your heart was racing and your cock grew again, somehow.

“DEAL!” You typed as qucikly as you possibly could. You moved quick. But you were shocked when Morgan was right around the corner, you tried to evade her, but she was blasting you fast, and sent a grenade. Then another. Before you knew it, within mere seconds it seemed, your dream was dead.

“No bitching tomorrow LOSERB!” Morgan typed. Then Bill's avatar signed off. Leaving you alone. Just as you were in the real world.

You felt defeated. But you were also incredibly turned on once again. You weren't sure if the shame you felt was from the knowledge that your friends now knew that Bill and Morgan were fucking, or that it turned you on so much.

A new group text, with Morgan and Bill appeared on your phone. It was two pics. It was a simple picture. Or a meme as the kids call it. With Morgan's cum filled face taunting you. The words said “Makes you her bitch in a video game, and still sucks off your big dicked friend. #cumonmyfacethewholetime”. She had the “scumbag hat on.

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You began rubbing your dick again. She was taunting you openly. You loved it. Why, you didn't know.

Another came through. Another “scumbag hat” meme with Morgan's smiling cum covered face. “Knows your home alone with your hand. Still sends pics of your friend's cum on her face.”

https://s9.pixxxels.cc/6x8mukijj/lelulove_sample1.jpg

Morgan was having fun demeaning you now. As you began to stroke your cock looking at the memes, you found yourself enjoying it more than you admitted.

What would tomorrow bring?

These are just for fun. Not real Morgan, and I make no money off this. Please let me know if you like what I'm doing. Comment or PM me.