Eating some pie!

Trying something new. Since people liked different POVs. Let me know. I know it isn't great. Just an idea that popped into my head.

My POV:

“I could eat,” my asshole friend smiled and drank a beer as he sat on the couch.

I watched my nude girlfriend go to the kitchen and open the fridge. She pulled out some whipped cream and I watched her small ass sway as she disappeared around the corner. She must have gone into her bedroom.

I sat waiting in the laundry room crouched down behind the washer with two pairs of my girlfriends panties in my hand like some perverted thief. For some reason, the rush of it all the naughtiness got to me. My boner, even after cumming so much was still at attention. I lifted the panties to my nose and felt such shame mixed with an erotic thrill. Both pairs of panties had a smell about them, like Morgan's sex. It was heaven for me, especially since it had been a bit since smelling the real thing.

As I rubbed my crotch until I came once again, I thought about the weirdness of it all. Bill was only yards away on the couch slugging down beers waiting for whatever my girlfriend had in store. I on the other hand was in the laundry room sniffing her panties and jerking off. The switch in our roles was astounding, as I was sure Bill had spent hours sniffing her panties and jerking off in Morgan's guest bathroom only months ago. She had accused me of moving her panties once or twice, not wanting to even touch them. I insisted that it was Bill, and she said she believed me back then, but I always suspected she thought it was me.

I heard movement, and doors close and I looked over the washer into the den. Moran was back out, and fully nude, but all I could see was the side of her body. She was wearing black high-heels, and had done her hair and make-up. From the side, I saw whipped cream on her tits, and some covering her most private parts.

Bill got out his phone and took a picture of what I couldn't see. “What are you doing dickhead?” She slapped the phone.

My asshole friend just muttered, “Its just for me for later!” This seemed to appease Morgan, but not me. I was sure he had sent that to someone, but who could he be....buzzzzzz....I felt my phone vibrate as I wondered. Luckily, I had put it on mute as per usual. I lifted the phone out of my pocket and saw a text from Bill. He hadn't? He wouldn't? Opening the text, I was astounded to see the image of Morgan's cream covered pussy, with hints that it was freshly shaven. If I was kicking myself earlier because of the view, Bill sure helped out my predicament. I saw everything now. From his view. The text read “dude so fucking hot am I right?” It was as if he was “sharing” my own girlfriend with me. He had often sent pictures of his conquests in the past, but this was different. This was Morgan, but to him it didn't seem different at all. In Bill's mind he was helping me and doing what he had always done, sharing his conquest.

I looked up to see Bill had wasted no time, and his face was buried in Morgan's crotch. I watched him, well...eat. His face was soon covered in cream, and he pulled back and licked his lips. Judging by Morgan's body and the way her head was slightly back, she was enjoying every minute. He continued his feast for what seemed like an hour. I saw Morgan's body occasionally stiffen, and her hand rested on his head. She was cumming, right into this dickhead's mouth. He stood up briefly to “feast” on her cream covered tits, his face a mess with the meal. I was rock hard again, and began to rub my wet crotch. After about ten minutes, I heard them mumble and then they were out of the den. I waited several minutes until I came from my spot. It was time to leave. I know I shouldn't have, but I put both pairs of her panties in my pocket. As I walked by the doors to the bedrooms I could here the shower going in the main bathroom. Guess it was time to clean up. This was my chance and I left.

Morgan's POV:

“I could eat,” Morgan heard Bill say and she felt a wave of relief. It was far better to let him eat her out than to get in that dress he had bought for her. It was too much for a club let alone the mall or a date. The word “date” hit Morgan suddenly. Was she dating Bill now? Of all people? She hated him only months ago, and now he had this...this hold over her.

Morgan went to the fridge and felt the odd feeling of being watched once again. It made her shiver, but she brushed it off and grabbed the whipped cream. She walked to the bathroom entering from the guest bathroom to the main shower and tub. She looked at her stubble covered pussy in the mirror. It sure looked beat up from sex. Bill's cock was large, much larger than her boyfriends. Was that why she had done all this? Was that why she was willing to shave her pussy, something she utterly hated for this jerk? Yet, there was something more. Bill had a confidence that her boyfriend did not. It was obvious. Bill had a cocky swagger that he carried about him that Morgan saw other girls notice, and had to admit she noticed too. It made her feel more comfortable than when she was dressed up for her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was so tame by comparison, so unsure, like a kid. Sometimes, when they were out it seemed as if the two simply weren't on the same level. He stared at her legs and she could see his heart beat fast, and he'd get red in the face and sweat. Almost like a pervert, she had thought at times. It actually made Morgan feel uncomfortable.

Bill was the exact opposite, she thought as she reached for the razor and shaving cream. She put cream over her pussy, and began to slowly shave it. When she was out with Bill, she felt she was with someone who had “been there before” so to speak with a hot girl. It was a relief from the awkwardness. Morgan knew she was hot, and while maybe it was too much for her boyfriend, it didn't seem to bother his asshole friend one bit. Bill acted like a guy who deserved a hot girlfriend on his arm, and it made Morgan comfortable. Even when he groped her it seemed rather playful, and the attention sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her boyfriend never spanked her ass in public or tried to make out with her. When Bill did these things, she had to admit it made her FEEL hot.

His dick didn't hurt, Morgan laughed to herself. Well, it did at first, she laughed again. She finished shaving her cunt and looked it over. She looked like she was back in high-school. The young girl spent the next ten minutes applying make-up and thinking about what heels would match this look. It was odd that she wanted to look so good for this jerk even in her own home. She adjusted her hair, and found a pair of black high-heels. As she applied the whipped cream, she had to admit she looked good and was excited.

She held her head up high feigning ultimate confidence and walked to the den with a sway of her hips. Why not, she certainly felt sexy. Bill's eyes bugged out when he took her “pussy pie” in. His gaze only made her feel that much more sexy.

Bill got out his phone and took a picture.

“What are you doing dickhead?” She slapped the phone. Asshole better not be sending shit to his friends. But he assured her it was for him. Morgan didn't mind that. Jerk off pics of her, she thought, and it sent a wave of excitement through her body. Did he really think that highly of the way she looked? She doubted he would actually jerk off. A guy like Bill doesn't need to do that. That was more for kids, and guys like...well...her boyfriend.

She felt Bill's hands grip her buttocks and pull her to him. His tongue lashed out and began licking her in circles. By now, Morgan knew he had a method. He recited the alphabet with his tongue. Oddly enough it was her friends that had told Morgan, over drinks about Bill's pussy eating ability. She had no idea that one day she'd experience this. It felt amazing and soon, her body tensed as her first orgasm rocked her. Bill went to town on her pussy. Over and over he licked and lapped at the whip-cream covered pussy, sending her to heaven and back constantly. He finally moved his head up to lick her small pert tits. His face was covered in cream and it made her laugh out loud. “We should get cleaned up,” Morgan said and grabbed his hand pulling him to the bathroom to shower together.

Was that the door she heard, couldn't be, she thought as they turned on the shower.

Bill's POV:

Bill sat on the couch watching the game. He chugged his tenth beer. He was pretty hammered. Damn, where was she, he thought. His new girl was hot as fuck. Yeah, this was his buddies girl, but honeslty, she had always been to much for his friend. He didn't have the dick to please her, Bill suspected, nor the confidence to keep up with her. This he knew. His buddy was kind of a wimp. He'd help him though.

When Morgan came out in her heels and make-up with her hair done, and the whip-cream covering her tits and pussy Bill's eyes went wide. Fuck, she is hot, he thought.

Bill got out his phone and took a picture. His buddy would LOVE this, Bill thought. He wondered if she did this for him. Bill doubted it. His buddy always complained that Morgan was more “the girl next door” then the “slut”. Bill knew Morgan was hot and sexy, and had it in her. His buddy would LOVE to see this. So he took a pic and sent the text to his friend. He typed in quickly “dude so fucking hot am I right?”

“What are you doing dickhead?” She slapped the phone.

“Its just for me for later!” Bill added. This seemed to relieve Morgan. Bill wasn't gonna jerk off though. Why would he, when he could just fuck the girl in the picture. He grabbed her small tight ass and pushed his face into her pussy. Bill loved eating pussy. And boy did he eat. He used his “method” of reciting the alphabet with his tongue over and over again. He tasted Morgan's lovely juices each time she came. By now he was drunk, and wanted to fuck so he was happy when she mentioned showering. He let her lead the way taking in her wonderful ass.

Was that the door he heard, couldn't be, he thought as they turned on the shower.

The Next Day:

My POV:

I was across the small river in back of Morgan's house, carefully hidden on the small road that allowed me a visual of Morgan's place. I didn't want to get caught inside again. Bill hadn't left, as I saw his car when I drove by. Morgan came out at like 9am dressed in tight black leggings and a green workout shirt. As I zoomed the binoculars I saw her ass. Pants today, I thought looking at the majesty of her ass as she ran around the river towards the pond. I watched her do her routine, even stopping beneath her deck to stretch. In my other hand was her panties, and I took a whiff of the aromatic vagina. As I rubbed my crotch while Morgan stretched the words of Bill from months ago rang in my head, “she's got a nice ass bro!”

I watched Morgan go around the house, probably to go inside. Part of me wished I could watch her strech in those pants close up. As if reading my mind, I got a text, with a picture of Morgan on her carpeted floor doing a yoga pose. Well, the pic was more of her ass than anything. Bill added the words “perfect no?” This time I replied for some reason.

“Yeah! Damn right bro!” I'm an idiot I thought.

Morgan's POV:

Morgan came out of her house ready for a run. She stopped to stretch momentarily, feeling the hairs on her arms stand. It was that feeling of being watched again. She thought better of it, and began her routine running down to the pond and around and back to her place. She stretched again under her deck. She was sure someone was out there. She scanned the trail, but saw no one.

She thought about the day ahead. Bill would want her in that stripper dress. Maybe she could just fuck his brains out so he forgot about it. She would just entice him with some yoga, she thought going back into the house. Bill was on the couch drinking already. Morgan paid him little mind, and began to do the downward dog feet from Bill.

Bill's POV:

Bill sat on the couch and grabbed a beer when Morgan left for her run. He had already fucked her when they woke up, so he'd need about, ten minutes. He did take in that outfit though. After a half hour she came back. She started to do yoga right in front of him. My buddy HAS to see this, he thought, thinking of her boyfriend. He snapped a quick pic with the words “perfect no?”

A minute later he got the reply “Yeah! Damn right bro!” See he knew he could help his buddy have SOME fun. Bill stood up and walked over to her swaying ass. Gotta get her in that dress, he thought.