Sleep over! Lots of sex...not for you of course!

“You had a chance loser,” Morgan said, “and you blew it as usual,” She just laughed and walked ahead of you. Your eyes on her skirt and legs. “You should just stick with your hand. It's an easy date.” She laughed as she walked ahead of you.

“Whatever,” you answered rolling your eyes at her comment, and sipping a beer. All of you had another beer. It was 1130PM now, and you were walking the back street to your house. Morgan still had on that plaid tartan skirt, the tight yellow top that read “popular slut”, her long blue and pink socks, and those silver heels. Your eyes constantly roamed your own girlfriend's body. It felt strange to want her now, when she was by all means, your girlfriend. But there and then, she felt far out of your league, and wasn't really with you. She was acting in such a confident, and bitchy manner. But it drove your cock wild.

Morgan stopped and gave you an annoyed look. “Whatever is right,” she pointed to your pants. “Your a TOTAL hand fucker dude,” She put her hands on her waist. “How many times have you fucked that fist today?” She got close and looked in my eyes trying to see if I was lying, “if its anymore than two, then I'm right spankboy!” She used that name again, why did it make your blood boil, but your dick tingle.

You didn't know what to say, you wanted to say it was HER fault, for dressing, and acting in this new manner. “I haven't done it that much, I just did it a few times this morning,”

Bill laughed, and Morgan moved away. She got more beers out of the book bag she had and handed one to Bill.

“You should try the stranger man,” Bill said, I knew what it was but Morgan didn't. So Bill explained. “You sit on your hand, usually your non-jerking hand,” he made a jerk off motion, “then you go nuts, its supposed to feel like someone else is doing it.”

“I bet he's already tried that,” Morgan laughed.

The truth is you had. Many times. You just didn't want to admit that. You just said “whatever”, once again.

Morgan joked, “I could sit on your hand for you,” she lifted her skirt slightly, so you saw the bottoms of her small pert ass. It caused your cock to spurt. She then told you to stop “jerking” it so much and concentrate on real pussy. She began a conversation about Kate and how you hadn't even fucked her yet. Your eyes were just on her back and her ass, and her legs in those socks.

It was such a strange feeling, so familiar. It was the same thing as when you were all in high-school and your parents were away. You would make this walk often, with various women. As you went back in your memories, the times that the girl was with Bill seemed to outweigh the times the girl was with you. In fact, you couldn't pinpoint one girl who took this walk to your empty house with you. It was almost as if when your parents went on vacation Bill would fuck girls at your house. This time it was going to be your girlfriend. You had that odd envy, anger, and jealousy. Just like before when your were young, you hoped the girl would make a better decision and not hook up with the asshole. But you knew it was inevitable.

“This is were Danny lives,” Bill said.

“Did you guys go to school with all these people,” Morgan asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, and you pointed to a house, that's our friend Meg's house.” You explained how you used to hang out there and drink beers.

“Was she hot,” Morgan stopped as she saw the house. It was all dark in the house, and didn't look like people were home.

You nodded, “she was definitely cute!” You told your own girlfriend.

“He had a thing for her,” Bill laughed slapping my back and drinking his beer.

Morgan looked at you. “Let me guess...Bill fucked her.”

You stopped in your tracks. “Well, yeah but, they were on and off,” I tried to speak for Bill.

“I boned her a bunch, we were young,” Bill said. “First anal,” he laughed.

“How did you know?” I asked Morgan who walked over to the bushes by Meg's house.

“Duh....” she said as she squatted down. “It's obvious. Is there a girl you liked or dated Bill didn't fuck?” Her words rang in your ears, because in a way she was including herself, and just coming out with that statement. She was turned away from us now, squatting down.

Before I could say a word in response to her bitchy question, Bill spoke up. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Pissing in this dumb bitches bushes!” Morgan laughed, there was a hint of actual jealousy and anger in her voice. She was getting “****” it appeared. For you? Doubtful. It appeared she was mad Bill fucked her.

Your eyes went wide, as did Bill's, when she did as she said, you could see a torrent of piss come out and rain down on the leaves. Bill was smiling and taking pictures.

“I love watching hot chicks pee!” He said. There was something oddly erotic about this disrespectful act. It was defiant, and somewhat like an animal marking his or her territory. As if Morgan was saying “stay away”. This was not for you, but for Bill. It made you even harder.

“I don't even think she lives there anymore!” You tried to tell her way too late.

Morgan stood up and adjusted her panties, you could see her ass, as she pulled her skirt down. You wanted to adjust your pants. Your boner was hurting as it pushed against your jeans.

You walked up to a house, and Bill and you looked at it and then each other. It was the grandparents home of a girl Crystal, who we played spin the bottle with when we were young.

“What?” Morgan asked sensing some unspoken communication between us.

You actually spoke up, wanting to see what she do, also wanting to brag that you were part of the game. “Bill and I used to play spin the bottle here with this girl Crystal and Melissa from up the street.”

Morgan looked at Bill. “Really?” Another look of annoyance. Was she jealous? Why?

Bill smiled, “We were young. It wasn't anything. All I did was get a handjob from her.”

Morgan walked to the driveway, right out in the open this time, and squatted her ass facing us. Again, a small flood of pee came out and she made a mess right in back of the car. “Enjoy cunt!” Morgan said and laughed as she peed. She hated the word cunt.

“That's not even her house,” I added.

“Whatever dude, just look to see if people are coming,” Morgan said as more pee came out. She had drank a lot.

“I kissed her too actually,” for some reason you wanted to brag.

Morgan made a mocking face and nodded. “Oh really stud? Did you crank it after you got the big kiss.” Her and Bill laughed loudly, and Morgan stood up. You had cranked it, but you didn't say a word about it.

You began to walk again, but you knew in about twenty yards the three of you would stop. In fact, you were the one that pointed to the house at the corner of the street. “That's Melissa's house,” you actually laughed. “She was the other one in the game.”

“This guy had a crush on her too,” Bill said pushing you slightly. Truth is, you did, since you were young. Melissa was cute, and became something of a slut.

“Really?” Morgan said now looking at Bill more angrily. She walked over and went past the small hedge bushes to the lawn of the dark house. You waved her to come back but she wouldn't listen. She squatted again and gave the house the finger. She wouldn't listen to the fact these girls no longer lived at these houses. Still another torrent of piss sprayed down. Morgan came back after adjusting her skirt. Again, you caught a glimpse of that tight ass. “Let me guess,” Morgan said, “you got a kiss,” she pointed at you, “and you fucked her!”

“Nope,” you corrected her. “I got to feel her boob!” You had a sense of pride in that.

Bill corrected you, “She still had a shirt and bra on. And you did it for five seconds.”

Morgan laughed, “Almost got some tit...big time stud!”

“You didn't fuck her though!” You turned to Bill.

“Yeah,” Bill smiled, “but she did give me my first blowjob.” Bill pulled his phone out and began to thumb through facebook friends. He showed Morgan a picture of Melissa.

“This ugly bitch,” she looked at Bill and had her hands on her hip. “You're kidding me,” she then insisted on seeing Crystal and Meg. Bill showed him a picture of Meg, but we didn't have one of Crystal. “There bitches are ugly AS FUCK!” Morgan stormed away somewhat mad.

You then took a turn up the street, and you knew there was one more house. Kaitlyn. Another girl who you liked, but Bill hooked up with. You wanted to walk by, but Bill hit your arm, and motioned to the house. “Kaitlyn's!”

“You're fucking kidding me?” Morgan said, she walked over, and lifted her skirt up. You saw her panties. She was facing you know. She was right on the lawn again. You watched her move her panties and begin to piss. “Let me guess, spank boy touched her arm, and you fucked her” She looked at Bill.

“Pretty much,” Bill laughed. You didn't want to add that you pecked her on the mouth. Bill insisted. “This was his first kiss. A peck on the lips!”

Morgan looked at you, her face red. “First of all, stop staring, give me some fucking privacy” you felt shame and looked away. “Second, grow a pair. Bill fucks EVERY girl you date or know it seems, or even live near. If you want pussy, stop fucking your hand spankboy.” She stood up.

We began walking. Morgan stopped. You could see my house through a small area of woods. “Is there a path?” She pointed to your house. “I'd rather not walk by another one of these sluts houses!”

There was a path, and you pointed to it. To be honest, there were two more houses of girls, but you weren't sure if Bill fucked them. You liked both of these girls, and didn't want to hear if he did.

“Too bad,” Bill muttered as you moved through the yard of a house towards the woods. It was so strange. Like high-school all over again, walking with beers and girls tour your house late night.

Morgan was walking behind you. “Be honest, did you even get laid in high-school spankboy?”

“Did you?” Bill asked, moving in front of us. “I can't recall!”

The truth was, you hadn't. Not until your first month in college. With a girlfriend Bill would later fuck. After you broke up at least. You didn't want to admit that. You never told Morgan about how you were a virgin until 18, and until college. “I had sex a few times.”

Tree branches and leaves cracked as you walked. “Yeah,” Morgan asked, “what was the name of the first girl you slept with.”

The real name was something different, and you knew Morgan knew that girl's name. You only had three long term girlfriend's. You made one up, “Her name was Heather.”

“And how did you meet her,” Morgan was grilling you.

“I don't know. Through Chris,” you referenced another friend. “You remember Chris's friend Heather?” You asked Bill. He shook his head and giggled about how he didn't.”

“What's her last name,” she asked, and you said you don't remember. “Where'd you fuck her?” Morgan asked. “What was she wearing?”

“At my house,” you answered. “I don't remember what she was wearing.”

“Everyone remembers their first. Unless they fuck a lot of people. So I'm guessing you remember your first.” Morgan added. You did remember every piece of information about your real first time. Your old girlfriend was in sexy purple dress. But you didn't answer fast enough.

“Why does this matter,” you asked.

Morgan just laughed loudly. “It's obvious you were a virgin until college. Maybe even later. Don't brag about shit. You don't have to impress me.”

Bill asked if this was true. You told him “no way” you had sex with a bunch of girls before college. But you desperately wanted the conversation to change. You reached your back fence, were you'd need to climb the wooden fence on the side of the wire fence. Bill easily jumped over, even if he almost stumbled.

Morgan put her heel on the large piece of wood that came across the fence to lift herself up. She couldn't do it, but as she tried you got a view up her skirt each time. Your cock was vibrating now, you were so turned on as you looked at those pink panties. “Hey pervert,” she called down to you, “instead of creeping on me, trying to look up my skirt, you mind helping?”

“What...what can I do?” You nervously asked.

“Just give me a push,” Morgan said.

“How....how can I....” you sort of knew what she was asking for. Yet, it made you so nervous.

“Ugh....be a man....put your hand on my ass and push me up. It will only take a second.” She was shaking her head, and looked very annoyed. “Try not to have a heart attack or fucking cum your pants again.”

Time seemed to slow down to a crawl, and your hand looked so slowly as it moved up. Your heart was racing. Your hand went up and under her skirt, you gripped the small portion of her ass that you had been staring at, and wanting to touch almost all night. Now it was in your hands, and you cupped it as you....

“WHOA!” Morgan slapped your hand. “I didn't say fucking GROPE me Harvey Weinstein.” She pushed her skirt down. “Try it again you fucking pervert!” She looked generally angry. You did as she said, but even with the skirt down, you still had to grope her ass. Or did you? She stepped over the fence and swung her leg to the other side of the wooden fence to get a footing where Bill had just done the same thing. She jumped down. You followed her easily.

“Is that how you get your kicks dude.” She pushed you, not so playfully. “Grab a girl's ass so you can spank it later.”

Bill fist bumped you and winked. As if he approved. Morgan got mad and stormed off towards the house. You went to the house, and entered the basement area. Bill sat on the couch. You went upstairs and saw Morgan, as if she owned the place. She had been there so many times. She was now making margaritas. You didn't like them. She loved them. She was using your parents **** and mix. They always allowed her, but now it seemed different. She wasn't here with you.

“Sorry,” was all you could say about earlier. It was weird to apologize for touching her ass. Had you never groped her before? Hadn't you?

Morgan shrugged. “It's fine,” she said, grabbing a bag of popcorn and a bowl. “Just hold off on the spanking shit til later please!” She had to reach up, and her legs looked amazing.

“I'm not spanking it, or cumming in my pants you know.” You helped make the drinks.

Morgan licked her fingers and then pointed to your crotch. “You've been having 'accidents' all night.” You looked down to see a wet spot, and several stains. It made your face red. She patted you shoulder. “Just calm down dude, and lets all relax and watch a movie. It's still early.”

We went downstairs, and Bill was on the couch. Morgan put the bowl of pop-corn on the table, and sat with him. She pulled the brightly covered blanket over them on the couch. You felt awkward, and sat in the loveseat next to the couch. It was basically connected to the couch.

It was again odd, as Morgan thumbed through movies on Amazon. She settled on “Jeepers Creepers 3” which was low budget horror. She loved that stuff. As did you all. You watched her curl up with Bill. It hurt, but it got your dick going once again.

“Where are we gonna sleep for the sleep over?” Morgan made the joke as she munched on popcorn.

“Anywhere you want,” you answered but didn't want them in the bedrooms. You knew these two now.

Morgan shrugged, “We will just take the couch . We'll make due.” There wasn't much room on that couch. They'd have to be close when they slept, and something about that made your dick hard.

She took her heels off and shut off the lights and sat back down getting under the blanket. It was odd to see all this play out on the couch. It was all still like high-school. Bill had been in the same position with Meg, and with a girl Kaitlyn, and with the hottest girl in your school....Laura. She came over after graduation. You had a huge crush on her. You were shocked when she agreed to come to your house. You weren't the reason. Each time, he'd end up making out with the girl's while you watched a movie. Or more. Many times he'd have you smell his fingers after finger banging them. Now, here you were, with your girlfriend Morgan on that couch with him. Usually, when they'd start kissing you'd get weirded out, and try not to look over. Now you wanted to. You had a plan.

It didn't take long. They were kissing passionately within the first few minutes of the movie. Again, it wasn't normal making out. It was like two kids kissing for the first time. There tongues were all over the place, and your cock began to sting it was so hard watching them. That's when you slumped back in your chair and closed your eyes slightly and turned your head towards them on the chair. You could still see them. They seemed content with just kissing, until you saw Bill's hand disappear under the blanket. Morgan was softly telling him to cut it out.

“He's asleep,” Bill finally said and turned to you. “Out cold. You know he black out and shit. He won't wake up.” Bill was right. If you drank a lot you'd black out and forget the end of the night. You'd always pass out too. Morgan knew this.

Morgan stoop. “I'll see,” she walked over, and was not very far from me. She lifted her tight shirt. Her small perky boobs came out. She jumped up and down. “Titties,” she whispered to me. “You can touch them!” You almost came in your pants. You eagerly want to touch them, but your didn't even move.

She then lifted her skirt, and moved her pink panties to the side. You began to sweat and your heart was leaping in your chest. Luckily, it was dark. “Pussy,” she whispered. “Come and get it. You've tried to see it all night. I'll fuck your brains out.” You wanted to jump up, to grab her and hold her to her words. You just laid there.

“He's asleep,” Morgan laughed, and readjusted her clothes. She sat back down and got under the covers with Bill. Still only feet from you.

“Yeah,” Bill laughed, “no man in his right mind would pass that up.”

They started making out again, Bill's hand slipped under the yellow top, and you could see the outline as he twirled her perky nipples. You had wanted to do that since she put the shirt on. She couldn't hide those perky little nipples. Always hard. Always pointing out even when it wasn't cold. Bill's other hand went under the blanket. She began to quietly moan. I could hear it over the movie.

“Let me eat you out,” Bill broke the kiss to ask. He paused the movie.

She wasn't going to let him. You knew that. She didn't really like it. Even if Bill loved it. Bill always told you drunk how he'd “suck Morgan's pussy all night.” How he'd “make her squirt”. Bill bragged about making girls squirters. He said that all women were, they just needed to be pushed to it. Once they squirted the first time, there was never a way to go back, they'd always “gush” as he called it. He said they'd all be scared at first since it felt like they''d pee. They had to “get past” that, Bill would say.

“No Bill,” she insisted. “It was weird last time, if felt like I was going to pee!” You couldn't believe he had tried to make her a squirter. But he wouldn't be denied. His whole head disappeared. You saw his body, he must be kneeling. The blanket moved and Morgan must have been opening her legs. There was movement for a few seconds. It looked like her legs were on his shoulders. She was leaning back, and you looked at her face. Her eyes were closed. “Uh,” she moaned softly. Her hands went to her face, she was getting flush. “Uh,” she moaned again even more loudly. Her hips seemed to move as Bill's head was almost swimming under the blanket. You knew his technique, he told you it. He tried to teach you. Use your tongue to spell the alphabet, and apply pressure to her “bud” with your fingers. “Uhhhhnnnnnnnn,” Morgan moaned loudly. The head beneath the blankets moved more frantically. Morgan's eyes opened, and she looked panicked. “I'm going to pee,” she began to tap Bill's head. “Stop I'm going to pee.” She told him in a whisper. You couldn't believe what happened next and you almost came in your pants. Morgan's eyes shot open wide. She had a wide jokeresque smile as she looked up at the ceiling. “OH MY GOD BILL! OH MY GOD!” She shouted, not caring if it would wake me apparently. Her hips bucked. You heard a loud splashing as if liquid was hitting your couch. “OH MY GOD!” She repeated more softly now, placing a pillow over her mouth and looking at you You didn't move. Your cock was vibrating now on its own.

Bill came up from the blanket which still covered her lower area. Morgan was oddly rolling around almost pushing her back on the couch. She had a blissful smile and dreary eyes. “What the fuck was that babe,” she asked Bill. She used the word babe, and it hurt, but your cock twitched.

You saw Bill's chin and mouth, it was covered with clear liquid. He was licking his lips and his fingers. “You squirted babe, I told you you were a squirter!” You couldn't believe your ears. Bill had made her a squirter. According to Bill, and legend, she couldn't go back from that.

“Try some,” Bill held out his finger, and you were shocked when she sucked it in her mouth.

“Sweet!” She said and nodded. She looked under the blanket. “We need to change the cover on this couch. It's all wet now.”

Bill sat down and Morgan got on top of him. Right there, about two feet from you. They began to kiss again, and Morgan's face began to get wet with her own juices. You yearned to taste her like that. Something so new and different from this beauty. You noticed Morgan's body was moving. Were they fucking? On the couch? Right next to you? She had blown him in front of you after all.

She began to really move now, and you watched as her hips drove down. She pulled her mouth from his and began to whisper. “It's happening again, is it supposed to? I feel like I'm going to pee!”

“It's fine babe,” Bill said, and lifted her yellow shirt. Her perky tits came out and Bill put the one closet to you in his mouth. Morgan's hands went around his head.

“OH MY GOD!” She began to moan more loudly, but still softly. “OH MY GOD BILL!” She put a pillow over her mouth as she began to scream. “AAAAAHHH!” You could hear the muffled scream, and watched her body begin to stiffen. It was immensely arousing, and you couldn't even see their lower bodies. Just their upper bodies above the quilt. Morgan finally began to breathe normally and moved off him on the opposite side of you. She lifted the blanket and you couldn't see what she was looking at. “Oh my fucking god Bill, you're dick is WET AS FUCK! The couch is soaked.”

Bill was smiling. “Yeah, you're a gusher babe, we might have to put a tarp down to fuck now!”

“Uggh,” Morgan moaned, “the couch is a mess. I can't believe this shit. It's nuts. Will it always happen?”

Bill shrugged. “If you cum good it will.”

Morgan rolled back into the couch again. “Oh my god, its so intense. SUCH a great orgasm. We should have done this from the start!”

Bill and Morgan went back to watching the movie. She was laying on his shoulder, his arm around her. It hadn't even gone for more than five minutes. How long had they fucked? You watched them, and noticed movement under the blankets. Morgan's hand couldn't be seen. Bill's head was occasionally falling back on the back cushions. She must be jerking him off, you think. It's utterly amazing how they constantly fuck.

Morgan's head disappears under the blanket. The outline of her head is clear as it bobs up and down. Bill pressed paused on the movie again. The room fills with two sounds, the sound of your heater, and the sound of Morgan slurping and sucking Bill's cock. He is grunting now. You watch Morgan's head pick up.

“You mind fucking again?” She says in a low tone.

Bill laughs, “Never have to ask.”

To your shock, Morgan comes out of the blanket on your side. At least her head does. She is on all fours. Bill gets behind her. “Keep the blanket on,” she insists. It is so strange to watch. Bill asks why keep the blanket on, and Morgan tells him, “I don't want him to wake up as see us fucking!” She says.

“He'll know,” Bill laughs, and he begins to hump her. The blanket only covers his lower body and her ass now. Bill grabs her hips under the blanket and begins to pound Morgan hard. She grabs a pillow and begins to bite it. Her head is on the arm rest, only inches from you.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmuhhhhhhhhnnnnn,” Morgan is screaming with the pillow in her mouth. Her hair finally hits your forehead as Bill pushes forward. Then the top of her head hits your head. Bill is literally screwing your girlfriend into you.

When you were young Bill would take hot girl's to your house to fuck. Nothing had changed. He had once taken the hottest girl from your school and made out with her at your house. Now, as if poetic justice, he took the hottest girl you knew to your house and was fucking her brains out. That girl was your own girlfriend. He had changed her forever into a slut, had her dressing differently, acting differently, and now physically changing her into a squirter. The level of disrespect about it all was insane. He was literally fucking her into you, and even she didn't seem to care as her head bumped into yours with every thrust. They were going to fuck no matter what, you in the room, out of the room, awake, asleep, it didn't matter. If you ever married Morgan, which you doubted now, she'd be fucking Bill that night. You knew it. You might even be in the room. It made you so hard.

You hear Morgan scream “UUUUHHNNNNGGGGGNNNMMMMMMPPPPPFFFF!” The pillow muffling her shouts, and then you hear the splash once again, as if a faucet was turned on over the couch for a second. Morgan's head is touching yours, and she is catching her breath.

She finally moves up, and covers herself with the blanket, momentarily exposing Bill and his erect cock. There is no mistaking its bigger than yours. He gets under the blanket, and now, on your side, Morgan begins kissing his face, thanking him over and over as she moans softly. “I'm going to suck the FUCK out of your dick Bill,” Morgan says and her head goes under the blanket.

Bill sits back. He is grunting loudly. The sounds of slurping, sucking and smacking fill the room. It doesn't last long. “FUUUUUCCCCCK!” Bill shouts, and then you hear the unmistakable sound of someone swallowing. “Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!” It goes on for seconds but feels like hours.

Morgan comes up from the blanket. “We need to clean up,” she tells him. Bill gets up. The blanket drops. I see it all. Morgan's nude lower body, and Bill's. Both are glistening with Morgan's juices. Her pussy is covered in a sheen of her squirt. Bill's dick, hands, and mouth are covered. She picks up the cover from the couch, and walks with it to the back room of the basement, the other side has linens. She knows this. You stare at her ass as she walks away. She comes back in with a new cover, a different one, and places it down. Bill and her return to their spots. Bill presses play. Morgan begins to eat popcorn, and drink margaritas.

You wait a half hour. You watch as with her left hand she eats popcorn and drinks her drink. Her right is under the covers, and you watch as Bill's groin area receives more attention. It never stops. You make a loud yawn, and he hand stops. They look over.

“Did I miss the movie?” You say smacking your lips.

Morgan shrugs, “It's not good!”

You told them you were going to sleep. That was a lie. You just wanted to watch them fuck again. Could they? Would they? You went upstairs making as much noise as possible. Closing your door loudly. Then after twenty minutes you go back down as slowly as possible.

You went to the basement and watched from the bathroom. It hadn't been an hour, and Morgan's skirt and panties were off as she walked. The lights were on, the movie was playing in the background still. They were at the pool table. She didn't appear to even have panties on. First two articles off her body, you thought. Strip pool no doubt. Slut, you laughed to yourself. She was walking in her “popular slut” tight shirt, and those socks, around the table and it was incredibly erotic. Her bare ass looked great, and her legs looked amazing in the long sexy socks. You wanted to feel them. Bill did just that and got up behind her and rubbed her ass and legs. He began to dry hump her when she went to take a shot. She pushed him away. You watched her reach over the table and lift her sock clad foot. It was hot as fuck, and you began to get hard as a diamond.

It was so funny to watch. Months ago, Morgan still hated Bill. Since he met her he had always told you he was going to “Fuck that girl all over this house”. He had said it playing pool with you one day. You just laughed it off as another thing drunk Bill said. You should have paid attention, you thought.

It was having a similar effect on Bill, who got up behind her. He put on a condom he fished from his pocket. He pulled up behind her as she reached over for a shot. “Let's see if you can shoot with a dick in your pussy,” Bill taunted, and then did exactly that as he pushed his cock in her from behind. He moved her white panties to the side and just entered her.

Morgan lurched forward. “Its fine,” she muttered, her eyes fluttering at the entry of his cock. She tried to steady the stick, but failed. “I....I.....I can't.” She laughed and began to hump back at Bill. She still had the ponytails and Bill grabbed them and began to ram into her. Right on your pool table. A table you had never had sex on, or play such a game. “FUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHCK!” Morgan moaned, her left leg rising and her toes curling.

“FUUCCK!” Bill grunted and slammed a few more times. He pulled out, and then Morgan bent down lower on the table. She went to make her shot. As if they didn't just fuck. Bill moved towards the bathroom. You panicked, and ran to the other side of the basement. Bill went in the bathroom and you saw from the dark as he threw the condom in the toilet. Then, to make it worse he went out back and pissed in the yard.

Morgan followed him. They closed the door, but you saw them. She squatted. She again pissed, and her disrespect was mirroring Bill's. They then began to smoke. Once finished they flicked the cigarettes down, right into their piss area. What happened next blew your mind, and your load. They were talking, and Morgan nodded. She bent over against the table out on the back deck. Bill got behind her, and pulled out another condom. You watched him enter your girlfriend for what must be the sixth time today. How much sex could they have. But your own erection showed it was possible with this girl. It was a faster pace now. Bill was slamming into her, pulling on her ponytails. You wondered how it felt. It went on longer than normal, and you watched Morgan's toes curl twice on the floor of the back deck. Finally finished, they came back inside.

“Morgan's Deck!” She muttered laughing as she walked into the dark bathroom and threw the condom in the toilet. She was acting just like him now, rude, crude and disrespectful. It was oddly hot to see. Your cock burned now. You needed to cum.

“You think he's asleep?” Bill asked as Morgan left the bathroom.

“No way, he's up there with my pantyhose,” she joked. How did she know?

“What?” Bill said stopping in his tracks. “That's fucked up!”

Morgan pointed to the trash. “They're not here! Where did they go?” She went and sat on the couch. “Its fine. He's probably up there sniffing and spanking,” she made a jerk off motion. “Spank boy is probably even sucking and licking those hose.” She was 100% right. “Not only that, but where he peed in the woods. Did you see the cum?”

Bill nodded, “I did actually.” They both laughed.

“It's legit jerk off point now! No lie! That's his spot!” Morgan joked.

“Nah,” Bill said, taking his clothes off. “He isn't a freak like that. He's my boy!” His pants came down and he was in his boxers. Morgan pulled his boxers down, and sucked in the tip of his dick. She rolled her tongue around the tip.

“Well,” Morgan said, and licked his shaft, “you better check your boy then, cause that dude is a freak.” She began to suck his cock right there as he stood inches in front of her. It didn't take long for Bill to get hard, and then Morgan laid on the couch. Bill put a condom on. You couldn't see her, but you could see her legs, the sexy sock covered feet in the air. Bill got in between those feet placed her feet on his shoulders. He began to pound your girlfriend right on your couch. Morgan's couch, you joked to yourself.

“Morgan's couch,” Bill laughed, confirming your joke.

“Oh....oh god....BILL'S PUSSY!” Morgan moaned and her toes curled in the socks. The words were too much to bear. They hurt, but they also made you almost cum your pants. She had given her pussy to Bill now? He had a claim on it?

It was driving you wild. You backed into the back side of the basement. That's when the couch cover caught your eye. It was soaked. You lifted it and smelled. It was strong, and obviously Morgan. You knew her scent now. You had to taste her, to taste it. So you put the wet area in your mouth, and you sucked. It was sweet, and tangy, and tart, and salty all at once. It was utterly delicious. You were tasting her squirt. You sucked and sucked at the fabric, drinking as much as you could. You envied Bill for getting what appeared to be a full glass of this womanly milky juice. You had to cum, and you pulled your cock out and began to pump. It didn't take much. You came all over the clothes on the ground in front of the wash. It was literally one of the best orgasms of your life.

You walked slowly upstairs dragging the sheet. You put it in your room, and then got the pantyhose to bring in the bath. You wanted to cum again. Needed to. Then you went to the master bath and began to suck, sniff, lick and basically get every drop from the pantyhose in the large jacuzzi. You began to fist your cock hard. You needed this now. After all of it. You maybe addicted to her taste now, you thought. You thought about asking Bill to get you a cup. A literal cup. You'd pay him.

Your clothes were on the floor. Your phone buzzed. It buzzed again. You sighed and grabbed the phone. It was the group text with Morgan and Bill. Morgan said, “Can we use the jacuzzi after you?” She then added, “Pretty please I'll be your best friend!” With smiley emojis.

For some reason, you agreed. “Fine, give me ten,” you said.

Morgan got back to you in the group text. “Can you like....not jerk off in there then....we want a clean jacuzzi....not to be a biotch!”

You took a deep breath. “FINE! GOD! LOL!” Then you got up and dried off. You put the pantyhose into your pants. It was a brilliant move. As you left the bathroom Morgan and Bill were in the hall. Morgan was in the “popular slut” shirt, her panties and socks. She covered her chest when you scanned her body. Bill was in his boxers. Morgan looked down at your crotch quickly, and then up at you. She shot you a confused look as she passed by.

“Thanks dude,” Bill said and fist bumped you.

You watched them go into the bathroom. You then went out to the porch. The back porch off the kitchen, were you could see right into the window of the bathroom if you leaned over. No one ever closed that window. Bill and Morgan were no different, and you saw them standing nude in the jacuzzi and kissing. You had no sound but a great view. Morgan's hands were rubbing Bill's once again hard cock. How was he doing this? Then you thought, because he is fucking your hot girlfriend! You watched as they kissed for several more minutes. Bill went to suck on Morgan's small perky tits. Bill sat down first, and then Morgan sat down. She pressed the jacuzzi buttons and eased onto Bill's lap. They seemed to just lay there and rest. You noticed Morgan was slowly moving back and forth. You couldn't see, but you were certain they were fucking in that position. With Morgan's back to Bill, on his lap. It was a slow fuck. Both had their eyes closed.

The sex, coupled with the jacuzzi looked INCREDIBLY relaxing. Morgan just kept up her slow fuck pace. You wanted to join their pace. You pulled out the pantyhose and sniffed as you kept your eyes locked on them in the jacuzzi. You played your cock slowly, eager to mimic what looked like a relaxing sexual session, but you came in under two minutes.

You were exhausted. So you went back in to the kitchen and grabbed a soda. You sipped it, and went back outside. You smoked a cigarette and leaned over the edge to peak in on them. They were still in the same position, eyes closed, but now Bill had his hands over Morgan's tits as she rode him slowly. They still looked amazingly relaxed.

You picked up your phone and texted the group message with Bill and Morgan. “Bill and Morgan's Fucking Jacuzzi?” It was an odd joke but it was funny to you. You wondered what they'd think. Would it be weird? They didn't respond. Why would they, they were fucking.

You went downstairs, realizing you had time, listening to the sounds of the jacuzzi. There were no thumps or bangs with these two tonight. You grabbed latex gloves and pulled the condoms out of the toilet and then went outside to throw them in the garbage. You were mad at them, but you couldn't deny how much they helped you cum lately. All the time really. Even if it was just in your hand.

You cleaned cigarettes from where they pissed and then poured water over it to dilute the smell. It was clear there was Bill's cum, Morgan's cum, and piss, and ash all over the area. You thought about smelling the cum, but didn't. You lit another smoke, poking your head in the house to hear the water still going.

Your phone buzzed. Had they texted you back. No. It was Janelle. “Hey babe! How was the day at Bills?”

Oh yeah. Her. You picked up the phone to call your...your girlfriend? Other girlfriend? You and Janelle spoke for twenty minutes. Janelle told you that Morgan was texting her all day about how awkward Bill's mom was, and how she thought she fit in. She also told Janelle they had sex at the “rocks” and Janelle wanted to do it as well. This actually excited you. You told her maybe tomorrow.

After ending the conversation, you had another smoke and went inside. The water was still going. You wondered how long they could go? You went out back and up the steps to the porch and then leaned over to look in. Morgan was still moving slowly on top of Bill, who had his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed. Was he sleeping? His head was turned as if he was.

You laughed and went to your room. You put your head down, and slept. You had a dream were Bill's mom didn't want Bill dating the “slut” Morgan. So it was your job to tell Bill's mom Bill was with you. When he was fucking her in your car. You just talked with Bill's mom looking over at the car as it moved.

You woke up a half hour later having to piss. You got out and saw that the door to bathroom was still closed and the water was still on. You went through the kitchen out to the porch. They were still fucking in there. Literally still fucking there. Morgan had her hands on her hair moving up and down. Both still had closed eyes. Both looked wet. Morgan had no more ponytails. How long could this last?

You grabbed a water and went back to bed. An hour later your phone buzzed. It was Morgan in the group text. “LOL! You have NO IDEA! BEST SEX EVER! SOOOOOO FUCKING RELAXING!” She put dozens of sleep emjoiis after that.

“Lol! I got to try that,” you added. “I guess I have to ask permission. Lol!”

Bill wrote, “ROFLMAO!”

Morgan added, “You got to ask permission for the couch then too dude, and the pool table, the deck, the porch, the upstairs couch, the kitchen table. Lol!”

You felt your cock twitch.

Morgan ended it, “If we're going by those rules you might as well just ask me and Bill for permission to have sex anywhere in this house. Lol!”

You couldn't believe it. Yet you were so hard. After years of trying and failing. Bill finally got the chance to fuck your girlfriend all over your house as he bragged about for years.