What happens after we get to the resort?

When we got to the room, at the top floor, Morgan went nuts. She ran around the room checking everything out. She pulled Janelle by the hand, who seemed equally excited. Morgan ran over to the mini-bar, which was more like a mini-fridge. She opened the door and pulled out two shots of Tequila. One for herself, and she handed the other to Janelle.

“I don’t know about that,” Janelle said, “isn’t it a little expensive?”

Morgan smiled to her new best friend. “Not for me and Bill,” she pulled out the credit card with her and Bill’s names on it, with Morgan’s address. “We got a new joint account!” She jumped up and down, in her mini-skirt.

“OH MY GOD! THAT’S SO CUTE!” Janelle, my chubby “date” for the weekend said as she took the card and came over to show me. “Look how cute this is, they have their names on it together.” She had no idea she was rubbing everything in my face. The account was MINE!

I mutter under my breath, “Yeah great!”

Bill gave me a stern look. “You better cheer up bud!” He walked over to Morgan and lifted her in the air, “I intend to have a blast this weekend,” he said squeezing my girlfriend’s ass feet away from me. They kissed like high-school kids. It made me sick in the stomach, but my pants strained as my cock grew. They held hands as they walked around the room looking at everything. They grabbed the master bedroom on the bottom floor. They didn’t even ask. Bill guided Morgan by the ass into the room and closed the door.

Janelle turned to me and hugged me. She kissed my lips, and closed her eyes. “I’m soooo excited babe,” she said. I was looking past her to the closed door. What was going on? Janelle held my hand and guided me to the stairs, we walked up with our bags to the smaller room. It was nice, like a normal hotel. Definitely the “guest” room in this suite. How much was all this costing? I wanted to check my account.

As Janelle kissed me again and pushed me onto the bed, I thought about what was going on downstairs. Where they fucking? How could Morgan take such a cock? It fascinated me, and before I knew it, my cock was rock hard. Janelle found it beneath my jeans, and began to rub the bulge. I was so horny thinking about the actions downstairs, that I had to cum. I flipped Janelle onto the bed, and I imagined Morgan beneath me. I undid her pants and pulled them down. Her flab was visible so I closed my eyes as I kissed her stomach and pulled down her panties. She was moaning softly. Her vagina was wide and somewhat hairy. I pulled myself up, and undid my own pants. My small cock came free. Something didn’t seem right inside me. So I closed my eyes. The image that popped into my head frightened me. I was Bill, ontop of Morgan with his horse cock. I imagined myself shoving each inch inside her. It must go so deep, I thought. My own cock only went in several inches. Janelle was so wet, I barely felt her walls. She moaned louder now as I pumped her hard. How deep could Bill go? I thought to myself. He must hit her womb. The idea caused me to cum inside Janelle. She moaned and kissed my cheek as I fell on her.

We got dressed again, after a small make-out session with my cock still inside. Then we went downstairs. Almost immediately, Morgan came out of the master bedroom wiping her mouth. Her lipstick appeared to be smeared. Bill was zipping up his fly. He was shaking his head, “I told you not to wear that stupid skirt,” he said.

Morgan had put on the long blue skirt again, and a pair of sandals. “I’m not wearing that stuff while we’re out, I told you,” she said with a sigh. She ran up to Janelle and I, and grabbed her friends hand. “You gotta see this,” she said. I caught a whiff of her breath, there was a strange pungent odor on it. Morgan dragged Janelle outside. I followed behind them. On the deck was a large Jacuzzi. Off to the side was a staircase heading up to a balcony, that connected to Janelle and I’s room. The girls were giddy. Morgan raised her hand. “We get first fuck in the Jacuzzi. I call!” Her words made me angry. Here was my girlfriend “calling” the rights to fuck my friend in this hot-tub. Why was my cock getting so hard for the umpteenth time that day. I had already beat off numerous times, and even had sex. A few minutes later the girls left for more shopping. Morgan promised it was all on “them”.

Bill walked over to the mini-bar and grabbed two beers. I was pissed, “You need to stop using my money,” I said.

This caused Bill to change his demeanor. “If you don’t calm down, and except this you know what’s going to happen.” He laughed hopping onto the couch. “You won’t do well in jail bro,” he was referring to me being caught watching them and masturbating in public. It would ruin me, at work, with friends and with family. He handed me a beer, “Just relax and enjoy.” He flipped on the game. “I told you I’d let you get a shot of her panties in a skirt bro,” he laughed, “You’ll fucking cream your pants, trust me.” What the fuck was he talking about? I had seen Morgan before. Now he thought I’d want him to show her off to me.

Eventually, Bill walked over and began to get out the “nips” of ****, small bottles with several ounces of liquor. “We need to get fucked up!” He smiled and took one whole small shot of whiskey. He handed me the bottle. “Drink up bro!” I didn’t know how to respond other than to take the strong shot. It burned my throat. I was a drinker, but this was strong. As we watched the game, Bill brought out more small bottles and we both began to drink shot after shot. He would go first then hand me the rest. I actually began to get more comfortable. We chatted about the basketball game, and every teams chance in the playoffs. At one point, Bill turned to me, “So you’ve never tasted Morgan’s squirt!”

His brazenness sent my blood boiling. I wanted to hit him. I balled a fist, but all that came out was “No..I haven’t.”

He reached over and put his hands around my shoulder. “Dude, you gotta try it. I’ll set you up.”

“I’m good,” I said, drinking more ****, this time Tequila. I looked at the screen, not wanting him to see my face red with emotion.

“Quit being a loser,” he lifted me by the shoulder. Damn, he was strong. “You’ll never get this shot again.” He basically lifted me off the couch and pulled me by the arm towards the master bedroom. I noticed how ornate it was. Morgan’s skirt, fishnets and heels were on the bed, as well as several other outfits picked laid out together as if she had earlier tried to make a choice of what to wear. There was a HUGE bathroom, much larger than the one me and Janelle “shared”. Bill pulled open a large closet door with slats. Their clothes were neatly placed beside each other inside. He pushed me inside and asked if I could see out.

“Yeah, I guess,” I stated unsure of how to react to all this. Bill then laid out his plan to me. When the girls returned, I was to get Janelle to go take a shower. Then Bill would urge Morgan to take one. When Janelle went upstairs, Bill was going to call me in the room, but only when Morgan was in the bathroom. Then he’d get her to come back out.

We went back to the large living room area of the suite and drank more hard liquor. At first, the idea of Bill’s plan disgusted me, but as the minutes past and the girls didn’t return, I began to get anxious. I felt my pants again feel that familiar tension as blood began to slowly rush to my cock. I was only half hard, but it seemed to grow as time past. I looked at the clock constantly. Twenty minutes later, I actually looked to the door. “Where are they?”

My asshole friend shrugged. He still had that “who gives a shit” attitude that both I and Morgan used to hate. Well, Morgan apparently doesn’t hate it anymore. Iwondered how he was going to accomplish his plan of getting me to taste her squirt. Was he going to let me eat her out? The idea felt strange. Almost wrong. As I pondered the question, I finally realized I was rather excited. Why the fuck I was excited was lost on me. The girls finally came back, each with numerous bags filled with clothing, shoes, lotions, creams, and other items.

Morgan laughed. They were still convesing about something. “Then I said ‘decorate me up like a Christmas tree’….and he did” Was she talking about what I thought she was talking about. Janelle just laughed and called her a “slut”.

After several minutes of more chatting amongst everyone, Bill gave me a strange look and motioned his head upstairs. I understood what he wanted. “Janelle,” I said warmly, “I think we should start getting ready for the club.”

“Ok babe,” she said and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll go shower.” My cock jumped in my pants, at how well things were working out. I sat waiting and watched her get up and go up the stairs. My heart was beating fast.

Bill slapped Morgan’s ass. “You need to shower too babe!”

She agreed, “Fine, but don’t rush me!” She waved a finger at him playfully. She didn’t even acknowledge me now, I guess. “If you want me to wear that outfit we picked out, then you’ll have to wait.” She walked to the master bedroom. She finally turned to me, “And DON’T YOU DARE GET A BONER WHEN I COME OUT IN THE OUTFIT!”

I looked to the floor, embarrassed. “Yes Ma’am,” I don’t know why I called her that. I felt odd calling her by her name though. She closed the door behind her. Bill followed. I got up out of my seat. It was going to happen! I paced back and forth for what seemed like an eternity. Then Bill came out of the room and motioned for me to come in. I almost ran to the door. I went inside and heard the shower running. Bill pushed me into the closet and closed the door. He gave me the “OK” sign with his hand.

He walked over to the bathroom door, he knocked on the door. “Morgan,” he called, “You seen my wallet!”

She yelled back over the sound of the shower. “I should be on the dresser.”

“It’s not!” Bill yelled, looking back at me with a wink. Morgan came out, still dressed in the long skirt, bt she had on a black bra and no shirt. My cock was harder than I could remember seeing her like this, and it dribbled pre-cum that stained my jeans.

“You’re so clumsy,” she said and then bent down. She searched the bed. I was getting a nice view of her small round ass, but the long skirt covered it. Bill’s words rang in my head, ‘that skirt sucks’. I finally understood what he meant. It did suck. She should be in something smaller, and skimpier. Then she got on all fours and began to search under the bed. Her ass waved. Bill’s eyes went wide, he pointed to her ass with as smile. It was a nice view, but it wasn’t great. He read my mind and reached down to the bottom of the skirt. He lifted it, and I saw her calved and back of her legs. They looked so fucking amazing. More so than you remembered. But it still sucked. I moved closer to the closet door to get a better view. I hadn’t realized that I was slowly rubbing the small bulge in my pants. I hated this asshole. Here he trying to show me my own girlfriends ass under the skirt. Why was I so hard? Why was I stroking myself? The jealousy and anger mixed with intense arousal. I wanted it to stop, and at the same time I wanted more. It frustrated me.

Bill was getting frustrated as well. He grabbed Morgan by the hips and easily lifted her small frame to her feet. He twisted her, and pushed her to the bed with some ****. Morgan’s legs flailed. “What the fuck,” she asked, clearly not amused. He wasn’t going to be denied. Would he ever? Bill got down on his own knees, and lifted the skirt over his head. You could see it moving under the fabric of her dress as it moved down. She giggled, “We don’t have time for this.” That’s when I saw the outline of his head reach the middle of her legs. She opened her eyes up towards the ceiling and smiled. “OK! MAYBE WE DO!” Her head fell back. As Bill’s head moved back and forth between her legs, Morgan’s head rolled from side to side slowly on the bed. “Mmmmmm, baby!” she cooed. Bill lifted his arms and they disappeared under the skirt. “Right there babe,” she pleaded.

By now, my cock was hurting. It needed to be free. I slowly unzipped my fly, trying to cover it with Morgan’s moans. I was successful and happy for it. I began to stroke my cock hard. But FUCK, that view sucked. I couldn’t see a thing. Why did I care that I couldn’t see my dickhead of a friend eat out my girlfriend? I wanted to kill the asshole, but at the same time I wanted to see what was happening under the skirt. There was so much movement.

Her hips were moving up and down. “OH FUCK BABE!” She began to scream. “OH MY GOD!” Her head pushed down into the bed, her back arching. “OH BABE!” She cried out loudly. I heard a strange squishing noise. “Mmmmmm,” Morgan sighed, her breathing returning to normal. Bill’s head came up from the skirt. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes.

Morgan patted him on the head. “You’ll have to clean that mess,” she joked. I couldn’t see his face. She scooted off to the side of the bed. Bill stood up and pointed to his crotch. The asshole! Morgan just patted his crotch. “Later!” She laughed. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Bill turned to the closet. I could see his face glistening with my girlfriend’s juices. I was furious, but my hand never left my cock, stroking it harder. My jealousy at him experiencing something I probably never would grew to a fever pitch. It only caused me to jerk harder. “Dude,” he called to me, “It’s on the sheets. Get a taste!” He said and he opened the bathroom door. I got a view of Morgan’s back and bare behind, her clothes on the floor.

“Get out!” She yelled. But Bill walked in and closed the door. The sound of the shower muffled their voices, but I heard giggling and soft talking. I started to go to the door to hear more, my cock still in hand. I waddled with my jeans around my ankles. As I passed the bed, I saw it. There was a huge stain were Morgan had been getting tongue fucked by my friend. There it was, physical proof of their sex acts. I leaned down, and found myself on my knees trying to get a smell of the stain. I looked down at the wetness. Bill had made that come out of MY girl. He had drank his share. How dare he think I would want to taste the squirt stains on the sheets. But would I truly ever have this chance again? My head leaned forward. I continued to jerk myself, wanting so much to cum. I stuck out my tongue and licked the wet areas of the sheets. My taste buds came alive with the a sensation that was remarkably both salty and sweet. It was delicious. I took the sheet into my mouth and sucked hard. The taste slowly filled my mouth. I began to beat my meat hard and fast. How strange it would look if they had come out and seen me sucking on the stained sheets while I jerked off. The idea only made me stroke harder. But I didn’t want to be caught. I finally had my fill and jumped to my feet. I waddled out the room as fast as I could. I still needed to cum. I didn’t want to do it in “their” room. That seemed so wrong. So I went to the kitchen and began to beat off in the trash can. I came all over the trash, and pushed it aside, trying my best to cover the evidence of my shame.

I pulled my pants up and sat back down on the couch. Bill came out a minute later. He looked over to me. “Did you taste it?”

I sighed. What would I say? “I did!” I muttered.

He held out his hand to high five me. “I told you.” I slapped his hand and actually smiled. As he went back to the room, he laughed. “Wait til you see what she wears tonight dude,” he turned to me with a serious look. “I promise, you’ll cream your pants!”

He left me alone. What did he mean? My cock began to twitch. AGAIN!