Uggh...Morgan gets her period! A week of masturbation that's totally different for Bill than you!

Hi! This is in response to all the wonderful ratings I received this week. The more I get, the more I wanna write. And if you throw in a review, I will write about whatever you request. This one is a short one that is again based off truth. The next chapter will be my first chapter that is totally fantasy. The DOUBLE DATE!!!

I'm a little drunk, so this might be sloppy.

You wanted to see your girlfriend. You realized you had only texted, and talked a short amount in the past week. You watched as Bill moved into her life more. It angered you to no end. Each night they planned this supposed "double date". You couldn't believe the nerve of these two.

You called Morgan up. "Let's go to dinner!" You asked.

You watched her on your screen shake her head. "I'm sorry, I just don't feel good. I got my period today. Ugggh!" She stammered. You could swear she rolled her eyes. "And I wanted to see you!"

Dejected, you hung up the phone. You texted her. "It's been a while since we've SEEN each other," you implied sex with the stress of the word "SEEN".

A moment later, you saw her take a picture of herself in her suit pants and jacket. It wasn't sexy, but it was something. She replied with a quick text. "There, you can please yourself to that." She had the smile and wink emoticon at the end.

You weren't sure if she was telling you the truth. Was she lying. She then went to the mirror in the sink between her bedroom and the bathroom. She pulled down her pants, and you saw them. Morgan's period panties. They were like granny panties. You could almost see the string between her panties. You were disgusted and turned off the screen. It had been some time since Morgan had her period, longer than this whole Bill thing. She took certain pills continuously that made her only have her period several times a year, between two to four times. She usually tried to plan them, this one must have come on unwanted.

After several minutes, you decided to watch her again. When you opened the computer you watched her pulling on her short green shorts, that gave you a view of the bottom of her small ass when she bent down. She pulled on a tight orange tank-top, and then rolled small white sock on. She put on her small grey sneakers. She looked sexy as hell, and you couldn't tell she was feeling bloated at all. Her stomach looked flat. Your cock was erect.

You watched her go to the living room, and sit on the couch. She stretched her long legs out, and crossed them on the table. She flipped through a magazine and began to watch TV at the same time. She was texting someone.

You opened the feed to Bill's room at his house to see him texting someone. You didn't want it to be Morgan, but you suspected it was. Finally, after seeming like he was distraught he picked up the phone and called a number.

You saw Morgan pick her phone up off the coffee table. "WHAT?" She said annoyed.

"I want to come over," he insisted.

She shook her head, "I'm on my period, can't you just jack off to some pictures of me?" The words made you sick.

"NO!" He pleaded, "We can do other things."

Morgan was standing her ground, "I'm not gonna do anything right now, I feel gross!"

"I'm coming over anyways," he insisted. "I won't even touch you!"

Morgan laughed, "DAMN RIGHT YOU WON'T! DON'T YOU DARE COME OVER"

"I'm coming over," he clicked his phone off and got up. He put on white running shoes and walked out his room.

She put the phone down, and shook her head. "What an ass!" Was she really going to let HIM come over. She had already denied seeing you. "You wanna play games," she muttered to herself. She got up and walked to the walk-in closet that was in the middle of her room. She pulled out a white top. It was meant to be a top you wore OVER another shirt. She pulled off her tank top and her breasts came free. Your cock grew another inch. She pulled the top on. It was tight, and when she buttoned it up, it was even tighter. You could see her nipples poking through the sheer fabric. Next, she put on her four inch cork shoes that had white fabric that wrapped around her legs to just below her knees. She actually pulled up the shorts, and turned in the mirror. You could see the bottoms of her pert ass. You couldn't take the erotic sight and pulled down your pants. You sat in you den masturbating to your girlfriend, never realizing why she was doing this. She went back out to the living room, and began flipping though a magazine. You eagerly jerked your cock.

You stopped when a knock was heard at her door. "COME IN!" She called to the person at the door.

It still seemed to shock you when Bill entered your girlfriend's home. "Hey babe," he said nonchanlantly and went to the fridge for a beer.

"Get me one," she said not looking up or acknowledging that he called her "babe". He did as told and sat next to her. They chatted about work. Bill watched TV, and Morgan didn't even look at him as she read the magazine. Though she was dressed to the nines, she acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Bill, on the other hand, was almost jumping in his seat. He put his left hand on her right knee. She slapped his hand. "No! I told you nothing is going to happen."

You chose the angle from the side facing them. You could see Morgan's nipples, fully erect through the thin white fabric of the button-up blouse. "How can you dress like that, and then tell me to come over and not wanna do anything?" He was such an ass, but you almost understood. Had she done this for him.

Morgan stood up. She turned away from him, and you swore she hesitated a moment to give him a view of her ass cheeks. "I didn't tell you to come over!" She walked away so slowly, she almost sauntered. Bill's eyes followed. She left him staring with eyes bulged. She walked into her room, picked up a small bag, and then went into the second bathroom, connected to the main bathroom. She smiled to herself, as she closed the door to the living room. She then turned on the water. You watched in confusion as she pulled out make-up. She began to apply eye-liner, very dark, and then blush and foundation on her cheeks. She then applied a light coat of lipstick. She looked like she was ready to go out for the night. She pursed her lips and licked them lightly. She did a small twirl to check her small ass. You found yourself hard again, and slowly jerked yourself off. This was much better than the picture she sent you after work, and it was REAL LIFE!

She came back out into the living room, and acted as if she hadn't done anything. She looked over to Bill on the couch as she stopped before the kitchen. "You want another beer," she asked.

He could barely speak. She looked so goddamn good. He just nodded. He stood up and walked slowly towards the kitchen. He peaked his head around the corner. You switched the feed to get the view from behind his head. WOW! Morgan was bent over swaying her ass with the refrigerator door wide open, searching for beer that was right in front of her. She turned to him and smiled, and then turned back.

Bill came up behind her. He grabbed her ass, causing her to scoot forward. "You're killing me!"

She gave him a quick elbow. "I told you not to come over," she laughed, and handed him a can of beer. She darted away from his advance and then walked out of the kitchen. You followed her to her room, as she sat on the bed, and crossed her legs over the side. She flipped on the TV and opened her beer. She looked gorgeous, and you began to pound your own meat furiously. Ruining the mood, Bill came into the view.

"You can't dress like that, it's not fair!" He said moving towards her.

She pushed him back and laughed. She twirled her finger over her nipple, almost visible completely through the shirt. "Awww, is baby upset," she teased. "If you weren't such an asshole, I wouldn't do this to you. But I'm NOT doing anything. I'm on my period." She turned away and watched the TV.

"What am I supposed to do?" He pleaded moving forward.

She put her hand up and pushed on his chest. She didn't even look at him. "Just jerk off for christ sake." Was she serious?

Bill stopped in his tracks. "Right...right here?"

She sighed, "I told you not to come over. If you stayed at home, you could have had a picture or something." She seemed engaged in the reality TV program now, almost annoyed at Bill. Served him right.

Bill shocked you and stopped your own masturbation when he pulled off his jeans. He pulled down his shorts and his erect cock was visible. It made you ashamed that it was bigger than yours, the one in your hand at that moment. "Can I at least see a tit?" He asked Morgan.

Your girlfriend made you gasp, when, without hesitating, she unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it to the side to give this asshole a perfect view of her perky round left breast. The nipple was erect as you had seen. She didn't even bat and eyelash or look in his direction. She was truly annoyed, but allowed him to ogle her body.

Bill gripped his cock and began to jerk his cock furiously. He was squeezing it with his right hand and tugging hard up and down. He was getting right into masturbating wasting little time. It was a fast break-neck speed that was almost awkward compared to how you were doing it a moment later.

Morgan finally looked over at him. Her head went back. Her jaw seemed to drop. "WHAT.............THE................FUCK.................ARE YOU DOING?" Your heart leaped with joy. You figured that she finally saw him for the creep he was as he masturbated five feet from her like a weirdo. She shook her head, "Haven't you ever beat off before?" She said watching him jerk off strangely.

He was breathing fast. "I haven't beat off in like a year!" He said. That's when you realized that it was true. HE HADN'T. He didn't need to in these past months. Your girlfriend made sure of that. He hadn't pleasured himself in this way since they had exchanged pictures many months ago.

Morgan took her hand off the white blouse and waved it as if to tell him to stop. "Ok...stop....just stop!" She stood up and walked over to him. "You're fucking killing it," she shook her head. "Face the mirror," she instructed to him. She got behind him and reached around his waist and gripped his cock in her hand. You watched in utter horror as she circled his cock with her hand at the base. "Start slow and THEN speed up, apply more pressure when you get close" she told him. Was she instructing him now? She did as she said and began to slowly jerk her hand up his shaft. "NO," she shook her head, looking at him in the mirror, his eyes were crossed, "you know what, I'll take care of this from now on, you just....just keep away from it." Her pace began to quicken on his cock. His eyes closed and his head went back so his face was towards the ceiling. You could see her hand squeeze tighter as it moved up and down faster.

The whole act only took two minutes, but Bill's face scrunched. "OH FUCK BABE! I'M GONNA CUM!" He cried out.

Morgan's other hand came around the other side of his waist. It reached down to cup his massive balls. "Of course you are!" Certain of her ability. She kissed his cheek. His cock came to life and you heard the squirt as it erupted. His cum slapped onto the mirror. The next few shots dribbled down into the sink.

A few minutes later, Bill was breathing heavy, and pulling up his pants. Morgan was wiping the cum from her mirror. The pair went back to the living room and watched TV for the rest of the night. You texted Morgan what she was doing, she responded "going to sleep". Unfortunately, you watched as Bill and her undressed and washed up together. She was going to sleep alright...with him.

They got into the bed. She pulled the white duvet cover over them. They turned on the TV and Morgan rested her head on his chest. A moment later, you saw the cover move above his crotch area, slowly at first, then more frantically. What was she doing?

"Uggh," Bill grunted, "What are you doing?"

She kissed his cheek again, "You need to rub one out before you go to sleep." She smiled.

His head pushed back onto the pillows. "How did you know? I didn't even say anything."

She chuckled. "I told you. I'll handle this! You don't need to tell me!" He grunted loudly, and the motion under the covers stopped. "We'll need to clean the sheets a lot though." She rolled over and turned off the TV. It was dark, but you were sure they were asleep in moments.

You found yourself masturbating again, to finish yourself off.

The next morning you awoke to the computer screen on. It was still dark, but you heard a "thwapping" noise, almost wet and squishy. You turned on night-vision, to see Morgan leaning her head on her left hand. The same strange motion under the covers could be seen.

Bill's eyes were coming open. He grumbled, "You're the best!"

Morgan just watched him. "You have morning wood, you need to get rid of it." You could almost hear a loud squirt. The motion stopped. They got ready for the day. Morgan got ready for work, and Bill merely showered then went home. You dealt with your own morning wood. Before Bil left, she called after him from the shower. "Remember that we have to go to Hilary's parents anniversary tonight after work! So just come here after work, and dress nice" FUCK! That was something you were supposed to go to with her.

You texted her about tonight. She brushed you off, saying you didn't need to go anymore.

Later, you raced home from work. You came in time to see Bill entering the shower at Morgan's house. She was in the next room, in a black bra and panties. No granny panties tonight. Morgan began to apply make-up. She had already showered you guessed. She stopped mid application, and opened the door to the bathroom. She walked in. Bill was lathering his hair. She opened the sliding door and reached in to grab the shampoo from his hand. She squeezed the bottle until a large amount was on her hand. She then went to shucking his cock, right there and then. "You need to flog the dolphin before a date!" She said sternly. He just thrust his hips forward and let her do her work. A jet of his cum sprayed against the wall minutes later. "Clean that up," she said and walked out. He had the widest smile on his face.

You watched Morgan dress in that sexy black dress, and black heels that made her look stunning. Bill dressed in a suit and tie. Oddly enough, this time, they looked more right together, like a couple and not cheaters. It was weird.

You didn't follow them to the anniversary. It was at a private room in a hotel. You just let them go. You waited until they returned. Morgan and Bill finally came home to her house, and she was beaming. "You did very good tonight. Not grabbing my ass once."

They hopped into bed, and Morgan gave him another quick handjob. He went to sleep as she watched TV. You began to beat off to old video of her using your own hand.

The next night you went out to dinner with Morgan. She was cordial and polite. But when you wanted to come inside her home, she told you she was still on her period. You went home, turned on the computer and were disgusted to find Bill on the couch with her. Morgan had on one of HIS t-shirts, and some shorts. They were watching "Jersey Shore". Morgan pointed to J-Woww. "You think she is hot," she said, and reached down to feel his cock.

"Not as hot as you!" He muttered, and put his hands behind his head, letting her rub his crotch above his jeans.

"Yeah right!" She slapped him with her other hand. She turned the TV to VH1. It was a Britney Spears video. "How about her?"

He shook his head, "Nothing."

She seemed to want to test the truth, and reached over to unzip his fly. She pulled out his flaccid cock. "NOTHING?"

He shrugged.

She then turned to HBO, and "True Blood" was on. "What about Sookie?" She asked pointing to the blonde. She looked down at his cock. Still flaccid. Morgan got up, and picked up the camera from the bookshelf. She hooked it up to the TV. She went about setting the camera up, so that the video would appear on the screen. She picked up the camera and pressed a button. She was clearly flipping through the camera. "What about this girl?" She said and a picture of her from their "vacation" came on. It was her in her snow white outfit. She looked back, and you saw what she did. Bill's cock began to move on its own. She flipped through to another photo of her in her blue-angel-nightclub outfit. His cock began to grow right before yours and hers eyes. It disgusted you, but she seemed to beam with joy. She hit a button and the word "play" came on the screen.

She walked back and sat down next to him. She reached over with her left hand and gripped his cock. "I do look hot, don't I?" She watched the screen. It was the beginning of their "vacation"/"porn". They were at the airport bar to begin with. "My pussy was already wet at this point," she pointed to the screen. Her hand began to rub his cock harder. The next scene of the lobby of the hotel came into view. "I was dripping by this point. You get me so wet," she laughed. Her words were like daggers. When the scene of them in the bathroom started, it was too much for Bill. His cum shot out onto his jeans. She looked down and shook her head. "This shits like five hours long, so get ready."

And so you watched them watch themselves. Her hand never left his cock. She kept it hard and kept it cumming. Through the beach scenes, the bathroom, the prince charming and snow white scene. He must have orgasmed five times.

The week went by just like that. Morgan jerked him off many times a day, as you pleasured yourself. It sucked.