Thursday: For Morgan and Bill

Morgan was as excited as she'd ever been in her young life as she fixed her hair, did her make-up and got ready in that outfit. She took a selfie and was surprised by all the likes. Some from guys she probably shouldn't have allowed to see it. When she came out Bunz seemed nervous. She was nervous. This was insane, but they were committed to it. She was. She even rebuffed Bunz, and thought he might like it. Did he?

She couldn't believe how excited she was as they stood in the station. How...horny she was. She hadn't had sex since, Bill actually. It finally dawned on her. Wow. Bunz and her hadn't had sex all month. That anticipation had grown to an unbearable peak. Morgan's pussy was dripping wet, soaking her panties, her lips must be swollen as they pressed against the tight pants. They were WAY too tight. She couldn't believe how utterly elated she was to see Bill, of all people. The asshole Bill. But after last time, and the build up to this had her ready. She was his, and she showed him by basically sexually assaulting him right in the station. As they kissed, she didn't care who saw, not Bunz, not the public, even if her own father watched she wouldn't stop. She felt Bill's cock already. How could she not as he pressed against her.

There was an awkward moment then, before they left, when Bill and Morgan met with Bunz who was standing and watching. Morgan had already noted her own arousal, and Bill's. She was oddly shocked to see Bunz's cock pushing against his slacks. It was slightly uncomfortable.

By the time they were in the car, she could care less. As they made out, her hands was already rubbing Bill's bulge. He made and effort to get into her pants, AGAIN, but couldn't. The jeans were too tight. That didn't stop Morgan. She was shocked at how much she....wanted cock. Her lips almost salivated at the idea. She unzipped Bill's pants, and pulled that smooth big cockhead out, and then sucked it into her mouth. This wasn't a teasing blowjob. This was a dick-sucks to end dick-sucks. Pressure, tongue, wetness, and deep throating. She bobbed her head on his cock, trying to get it all down her throat. Bill was moaning and she could taste come already. He begged her to stop. She even made a joke about kissing him.

Morgan was giddy as a child with her plans. She was telling the boys her plans as they walked up the stairs. They weren't saying a word, and she was sure they were checking her ass out, which gave her a spark of confidence. She didn't like her small ass. But these jeans helped a lot.

When they made it inside, Morgan felt her body lifted, and before she could put up a real protest, Bill was hoisting her over his shoulders. Wow, he was strong. He did have big arms and a solid back, but even this was new to her. He just carried her away, like he'd won her. It made her pussy even wetter at being thought of as his prize. She saw Bunz. She guessed he was the loser, at least for now, and felt sort of bad. That feeling was gone the minute she was flung onto the bed. She was somehow on all fours. Everything happened so fast, as Bill rushed to pull off her jeans. “They're tight,” she muttered.

It took him some time, and he pulled them down as far as lower thighs. It gave him the view he wanted, with that small ass in a tight pink thong. He dipped a finger into her snatch from behind and pressed up. “I have been thinking about this pussy for a month.”

Huuuuunnnnh,” Morgan moaned softly, falling forward at the electrifying intrusion. “Oooooooo,” she shouted loudly, as Bill's noise hit her butthole. He surprised her again. She felt his fingers part her pussy, and then his tongue entered her. This was a new sensation. She didn't love being eaten out, and Bunz didn't really do it anyways. Maybe twice in five years. She always covered her face thinking it tasted and looked like roast beef. But she felt better about it now, as Bill sucked in her folds, and lapped at her walls. His two fingers were applying that perfect pressure where she needed it. Bill began to run his tongue in a strange pattern over her pussy. A welling of intense pressure built in Morgan, she began to slowly hump back at his fingers, and Bill took this as a sign to pick up his pace. Soon, his hands were slopping in and out of her wet cunt. Morgan was moaning loudly now. “RIGHT THERE! DON'T STOP! OOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCCCCCK BABY!” Morgan saw stars as she felt as if her body was literally exploding. A gush of fluid poured from her open exposed hole. “I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING! I'M ALEADY CUMMING!” Her juices flowed down Bill's hand and onto the sheets. Bill pushed his face into her pussy and sucked juiced straight from the proverbial tap.

She stopped his hand as the feeling was too intense now. The beauty rolled off and on her back, moaning and laughing. “What the fuck was that? What were you doing?”

Bill began to undo his shirt. “The alphabet.” He began to unbuckle his pants. Morgan eagerly jumped into a sitting position, almost Indian style, helping him undo his pants.

“How far did you get?” She laughed, reaching in his trousers to rub his cock.

“About F,” Bill laughed. “Where are the condoms?”

She pointed to the table next to the bed, where two large boxes of condoms sat. While Bill dealt with the boxes, she was going to deal with his cock, and return the favor. She got half of it out of his briefs and just took it into her warm mouth. Pushing her lips around it, and making sure her tongue was under his shaft. She actually started humming now as she pushed her head further down the length of his dick. She got that from Women's Fitness of all places.

“OH fuck babe,” Bill arched his back at the feeling. He ripped the condom wrapper. She had bought the orange Trojans. Ribbed for her pleasure. It made him laugh. This smoking hot girl seemed to read his mind as she got on all fours, still in her jeans and heels in the middle of the bed.

Morgan felt his hand grip her waist, and pull her to him. She felt his cockhead inch into her, and she moaned. Once his cockhead was inside her warm wet pussy, his hand reached up to her hair, and pulled her head back. Morgan's throat stretched and mouth opened in a wide smile once again. They were in sync now. No awkwardness, no strange movements. It was why she wanted to go on a date in the first place.

Here and now these two lovers were not going to explore each other, and figure out what they liked together. No, these two were going to fuck. And hard. And they both knew it, and had been waiting for it. It was probably the most anticipated fuck of both of their lives. Bill began slamming into her fast and hard. She felt filled instantly, as if it was her first time, but there was no pain, just intense pleasure of being fucked by a nice cock.

Even facing the window, and not the wall, the bed moved as Bill thrust. The headboard, the metal headboard hit the wall each time. Ni ether even worried for a second who could hear. Maybe it started about Bunz, but in that moment it wasn't. It was about her and Bill. They wanted to fuck. And they were going to. It shocked her it was Bill of all people, as she hated him so, but maybe it was only fitting. Bill could finger a pussy, he could eat a pussy, and goddamn he could fuck a pussy, and she felt it as he sawed in and out. “FUCK ME BILL! FUCK ME!” She shrieked finally, never yelling such words. She didn't even know she could, but it felt appropriate. She felt the stars build again, and that pressure deep down. She let Bill know. “I'M GONNA CUM! DON'T STOP! I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!”Her head shot back, and her eyes closed. Her toes curled and she gripped the sheets as one of the most powerful orgasms of her life drilled through her. “OOOOHH BABY! I'M CUMMING AGAIN BABY!” Her body shook, then stiffened.

Her pussy gripped Bill's cock and wouldn't let go, it pulsed and pulled and moistened. He released her hair, and gripped her thighs pushing one last time before grunting. “FUUUUUUCK!” He spewed a monstrous amount of cum into the condom.

They both rolled onto the bed, red faced, and satisfied. “THAT IS A MESS!” Morgan cried out laughing pointing to the wetness between her legs. She had soaked the sheets. “FUCK!” She got up and stretched. “I needed that.” She then went out to use the bathroom.

She came out to see Bunz just standing there. Wide-eyed. She didn't know what to say at first, but she felt incredibly relaxed. “EH, sorry Bunz, we had to get that one out of the way.” She smiled and left him. She was being honest. It was like getting out a month of stress.

She wanted to get out and pretty much pulled the two of them to a bar. She found herself stuck in this role of Bill's girlfriend. He had his arm around her, they kissed often. It was kind of nice. Bunz never did these kind of affections. Bill was always holding her hand, or back, or neck. As if telling everyone she was his. For that weekend she was, so she played the part. In fact, she wanted to make him never forget this. So she got fully dressed, in a sexy outfit; orange top, pink heels, leather skirt. She'd planned weeks ago. She'd planned every outfit going forward. She was going to drive Bill wild. And Bunz too of course. His arousal wasn't lost on her. How could it be. He shouldn't wear those tight slacks.

She had even toyed with him on the loveseat waiting to leave. She made Bunz synch her heel. She put her foot right by his crotch. He was so hard, she thought he would cum. She pushed her toes to his bulge. She kind of wanted him to. This was his thing too and he hadn't even jerked off. Then when he stupidly fixed her heel she placed the other right on his bulge and applied pressure. She wanted him to cum this way, beneath her like this. There was an erotic power to it. Again, he quickly fixed her heel. She was close to pushing down, sure he'd have cum.

Bill told her Bunz had taken two of his “bull” pills. His “fuck” pills. Morgan wondered why he wasn't jerking off. It must hurt like hell.

Dinner was fun. Morgan liked being the doting girlfriend, accommodating Bill's every need. IT was a different role.

The real fun started at the movies. Behind the building. Morgan had stupidly agreed to shotgun some weed. Bill had kissed her. She'd heard he had done that. Had watched him do that. How easily it worked was laughable. Then she thought, lets go all in, and they made out while doing it. Kissing so widely was getting addicting to her. She even let Bunz have a show...as she couldn't pick up her phone, she had to bend. She was sure he was looking up her skirt. Why wouldn't he...but there was an odd sense of disgust for a fleeting moment, as if it was wrongful for him to do.

So much did the pair like the kissing, that in the movies her and Bill just went at it. Soon, his fingers dipped into her now very wet pussy. He was a pro at this, or at least finding HER spot, and she kept cumming and cumming. At one point she screamed out. OH GOD!” Morgan called out. “DON'T STOP! OH GOD! OH GOD! BILLL!” She was shouting.. She didn't care at that point. She wanted people to hear her bliss. Wanted Bunz to hear. The darn fool kept looking back. She fucked with him and told him to turn around. This was fun. Not just the sex aspect but the power she got from it all. Over Bill and over Bunz. They both were looking at her like some goddess. Both wanted to fuck her. Only one would get to that weekend. Bill didn't stop fingering her, which she loved. Normally, she'd get sore, but he was good at finding her spot and simply applying the right pressure. He didn't savage her pussy like many guys. Like Bunz. She had several orgasms, but they came out muffled, because now her mouth was over Bill's the whole time. He gave her several great ones, and she rewarded him with little loving kisses. It was almost instinctual. The floor and seat were a mess.

Morgan needed to use the bathroom. She got up and saw Bunz walking towards her outside the theater. Jesus, she thought. He still has that fucking boner. Had he not pleasured himself? What was the deal.

“Dude....you have to deal with yourself.” She said.

“What!” He asked.

Morgan pulled his arm so they went around a corridor to a empty hallway. “Deal with yourself.” She pointed to his crotch. It was bulging out. “That's not fucking appropriate dude. It's just odd.” It was mean by honest. It wasn't appropriate.

“Can you help me then?” He asked like a puppy dog asking for a treat.

“NOOO....I'm with Bill.” She put her arms over her boobs in annoyance. She was shocked how quickly that came out. She then sighed and realized she needed to calm down. “This is fun for everyone. It is....but come on.” She pointed to his boner. “DEAL WITH YOUR BONER!”

“Bill has a boner,” he added.

Morgan laughed. “I'm dealing with his boners. That's the point. I'm dealing with HIS arousal, and he is taking care of MINE. We are taking care of each other all over the place” She pointed again to your bulge. “DEAL WITH YOURS! Go jerk off somewhere or something. Isn't that what you want to do.”

He shrugged. Unsure what he wanted. Morgan walked away towards the bathroom. “This is your thing dude...jerk it out...enjoy it....do it in the bathroom for all I care.”She really didn't care. She was having fun, Bill was having fun. Why wasn't Bunz getting into it. She'd imagine he would be pulling his little thing all day.

She got back to the theater and decided to watch a little of the movie. They paid after all. She grabbed popcorn. It was good. And buttery. Needs more salt though, she thought pulling another handful. Bill was moving weirdly. He grabbed a bunch and then another bunch. Morgan reached in. She felt it. This wasn't like the movies, this was a cock. She knew instantly. Her fingers felt the tip. She knew Bill had done this too. Had called him a pervert for doing this as well as the shotgun thing. Yet here she was, having it done to her. In any other world or circumstance he gets walloped. The girl from Bunz's stories would end up pulling the box off and sucking it. Morgan wanted to be her own person. She just stared for about a minute, before making her decision. She was going to suck it right then and there, as is. Her head went down, and she sucked his tip right into her mouth, happy that the flavor of butter and salt was on his cock. She sucked two inches down and came back up. She did this for a few minutes. She simply couldn't get much in. There was too much popcorn.

Once again, almost in synch, Morgan pulled her head up. Her face felt slimy and sticky, part oil and part and part pre-cum she thought. She licked her lips. Definatley a little cum there, she knew by now. Knew his taste specifically. Different than Bunz. Thicker. Foamier. Bill pulled the box off, and Morgan pushed her head back into his lap. Once again, this wasn't a passionate blowjob. It was a throw down cock-suck. At break neck speed. A sucking noise, with popping noises, and slurping. Because Morgan was slurping his dick into her mouth. The butter and salt made it actually delicious. Maybe do this again.

The teens in the front giggled again. Bill shouted. “OH FUCK YEAH!” Morgan began to suck hard feeling him squirm. Her hand went to his base to hold his cock up and jerk him softly at the same time. Unlike before where her sucking of his cock was anticipatory teasing, prior to sex, she was intent on making Bill cum. Fully, freely, and powerfully. She wanted him to remember this, and he would. “OH FUUUUUUUCK!” Bill screamed. “AHHHH SHIT! FUCK! FUCK BABE!” Morgan felt him explode hard in her mouth. She pushed down and applied pressure, allowing his cock to spurt over and over. She swallowed as best she could, but some came out. Her head came up now, and she had cum, oil, butter and salt all over her. She told Bill she needed a napkin. He handed it to her.

She wiped her face and made a fake sexy face and asked Bill to kiss her. He refused and she laughed. That's when she noticed Bunz, again watching. She joked with him about turning around. Still, Bunz had probably just seen her suck Bill off. That made her moist, as if she already wasn't. Why wasn't her running off to spray the walls of the bathroom with cum? Wasn't that the point?

“That was the best blowjob I've ever had.” Bill was still coming down from it. “You're a professional fucking cock sucker.” It was one of his obnoxious quips. But in that moment it was endearing. She had just sucked his cock.

“Thanks Bill,” She patted his leg and leaned into him, eating some candies. It gave her confidence that this so called “Stud” considered her the best blowjob. “You can eat some pussy yourself. And finger-bang a girl.” She was sounding like him a little. She noticed Rabbit kept turning back to watch them. Eventually he stopped, since they weren't doing much.

“You're not a bad lay either,” Bill winked at her.

“Not bad?” Morgan laughed.

“Great sex.” Bill added looking at her.

Morgan smiled. “Much better.” She wasn't sure if it was true, but she wanted to hear it. “I hope its as good as you imagined.”

Bill leaned in, “best sex of my life,” he said and moved in to kiss her.

Morgan closed her eyes now. “Good to hear,” she said and kissed him. This wasn't a passionate, let's have sex kiss. It was something else. A real honest kiss. It was kind of nice. No tongue just open lips.

“This movie blows.” Bill said pulling off. “Wanna go smoke?”

Morgan agreed. They past Bunz and debated talking to him. They'd just be out back. Part of her wanted some alone time with her “boyfriend”, she laughed at the thought. This asshole...her boyfriend. As they walked she looked him over. He was short, but not ugly. Had nice arms...and a nice...well, she laughed again. “What kind of dogs do you like,” Morgan asked, just wanting to make conversation. They chatted about dogs, and both agreed to at least get a big one, like a Rottweiler, husky, or a Shepherd. Those toy dogs were so sad and stupid. They both agreed that guys walking those dogs were losers. They didn't have that awkward pause at any point. There conversation was light and continuous. Even Buns would stand nervously sometimes when she was dressed to the nines.

Bill sat on a rock. He pulled out a pipe. “Wanna smoke a bowl?” He had a devilish grin.

“You do have more weed?” Morgan was sort of eager to smoke again. She was coming down. He was about to hand it to her, and grab a lighter, when the young girl in the skirt sat right in his lap. Legs draped over his right side, crossed seductively. She took the pipe. “It's been a while,” she said, “you have to help me.” She held the pipe to her lips and she lit it. The gorgeous girl took a drag, and felt her eyes flutter once again, almost instantly. It was even stronger than a joint. She had forgotten. Bill took the pipe, and Morgan lit it for him. “I feel like this was a good idea now,” she said as he pulled in a large amount of smoke. She then took the pipe back. Bill asked what she meant. “We're in the same group of friends and hang out all the time.” She took a drag while Bill lit the pipe, and blew a moderate amount of smoke out her lungs. It made her cough. She was really high. “I feel like two people who can fuck so good, like us should get at LEAST one chance to. Like, we were talking about earlier. How we're really good at it.”

“I've been trying for years,” Bill rubbed her leg as she handed him the bowl.

Morgan began to laugh. “Oh yeah....sorry....” She then put her hands on her face. “I'm sooo high...this is all nuts...” Bill told her it was fun, and she did agree. It was fun. Her face got beat red at her next words. “Weed makes me sooooo horny” She peaked out at him from her fingers.

He was laughing. “We need to smoke all the time then.” This made them both laugh.

The dark-haired girl turned to her new lover, eyes red from the ****. “Is it weird I wanna suck your cock again..” she pointed to the rock. “Like right here and now.” It was something she had NEVER done.

“I don't know if I could so soon.” Bill moved his hips up into her ass.

“No....” She stood up, and lifted her skirt. “Not even if I give you a lap-dance”. She say back down, bare ass only with a thong right on his crotch. She'd tried to give Bunz one before but it was goofy. Awkward for both really. She didn't know how to move, and Rabbit didn't know what to do. Now high as hell, and in the outfit, with this cocky asshole, she had more confidence. She began a slow grind on his ass, up and down, then around in circles, practically pressing her sex into his zipper. Bill seemed to know just what to do, and reached up to grip her perky tits, pushed up in the tight top. She put her own hands over his and grinded down on his cock once again. Bill reached up and pulled the top down over her right tit, and she moved to let him do so, even if it caused her to bend awkwardly to the side. He sucked her nipple or tried to as he got only the top, above the nipple. He sucked hard and tweaked her nipples. It felt painful yet nice in a way. He then buried his left hand down into her skirt, as she still gyrated on him. He found her pussy, wet as all hell, and played with it like a piano now. “OH FUCK BILL!” She moaned, so close.

She quickly jumped off to Bill's dismay. But she pushed him down, and placed her right heeled foot on his left side. She rolled her skirt up. Her right tit out, exposed to the air, she didn't stop. She pulled her panties off her legs and threw them in his face. He sniffed them. She then turned around, and tried to do a sexy dance, but ended up just pulling her skirt up and giving him a view of her lovely pussy, glistening with her womanhood. She turned back around and stopped. The beauty again lifted her skirt, exposing her sex. “Did that do it stud, you ready to go again?” She was about to reach for his jeans.

Bill shot up, and she took a step back at the quickness. He was closing in on her before she could do a thing. His hands went under her skirt, and his mouth went to her neck. That same pleasure and pain tickled her and made her hair stand. His fingers found her pussy. Bill wasn't done. He sank to his knees, right on the grass, and pressed his face to her sex. The only thing she could think to do was lift the skit to allow him access to her private area.

Bill was face to face with the most magnificent pussy he'd seen. He'd seen it before, but now he study it. Perfect wet folds peaked out, and he sucked them in causing her to moan. Right there, in the back of the theater Bill was tongue fucking her. Why was he so good, she thought, moaning louder and louder as his tongue fluttered in and out and around her pussy. Even in this strange position it felt amazing. Her grabbed her ass and pulled her close his nose hitting her landing strip of hair. He hadn't even registered she had a small strip. He brought his right hand up and entered two fingers as he sucked her folds. He was jack-hammering his fingers up into her.

“OH GOD BILL! OH MY GOD!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, nit caring who heard. She had to kneel, because her legs were going to give out. There was a strange pressure building. Like she had to pee, but far more intense. He applied that last bit of pressure and her body quaked in a standing orgasm. “OH FUCK! OH SHIT!” It was intense and unbelievable. Almost unbearable. His mouth was on her inner thigh, sucking and biting that painful into her creamy legs. The weed, the fingers, the mouth, everything was working on her. She was rolling with a long steady orgasm. Mouth open as if someone hit her in the stomach. Her hand pulled Bill's head to her pussy, almost suffocating him with it. She gripped his hair, and he got a little distance, but Morgan's hips jerked up, and a spray of her warm juice lightly hit his forehead. “OH GOD BABY!” Her head went back, still cumming. “I'm sorry....I'm sorry....” She was panting knees weak. She ripped Bill's head from her thigh rather angrily. “What the fuck was that.”

“You squirted!” He chuckled, and went back to her thigh.

“I don't squirt.” She slapped the top of his head. Her hands went to her head. “But oh...my...god...that was good.” She was just letting Bill suck her inner thigh. She was in a sexual daze as Bill stood up and sat back on the rock. Morgan sat in his lap. She kissed his face lovingly. “I want to suck you off SOOOO bad....” Her tit was still out, and Bill played with it. They were making out once again.

Morgan had to get up. She adjusted her top. “I need to pee.”

“Just go....” Bill pointed to the woods.

Morgan protested. “Eww...no...” She knew Bill pissed all over the place. She had seen his cock when he did it drunk. It was flaccid and didn't impress her. Still bigger than Bunz, but not by much. But after some debate, Bill stood up, and pissed, his half hard cock spraying in two directions. This made Morgan laugh. She joked how men have it so easy. Then, high as fuck, Morgan walked over went into the woods. “FUCK IT!” She found a spot out of his view.

“Can I watch?” He called.

“Ewww...no...” Morgan laughed. She squatted and pissed. Right there in the woods. She'd done it before yes, but didn't recall how freeing it was. Maybe this is why Bill always did it in Bunz's backyard against her fiancees anger. In fact, Morgan had pointed out his disrespect to Bunny. It sure felt good though.

She came back to the rock, and picked up her panties and put them in her purse. Why even have them out, she thought with a laugh. She went right back to Bill's lap. They chatted and kissed. Chatted and kissed. “This is fun,” she said at one point. “Like a fresh new relationship kind of thing, you know?” She kissed him. “Like newlyweds.”

“Someday,” Bill smiled at her.

Morgan giggled. “In your dreams pal.” She then looked down at herself. Her tit hanging out. “Has my tit been out this while time?” She asked, and Bill confirmed it. “Fuck...I'm way high...is that right...'way' high...” They were both laughing. Then they began a slow kiss, a long one, with Morgan slowly rubbing his crotch with her ass. She wanted it again. And again.

At one point, she didn't recall who did it, but one of them lit a smoke, took a haul and they kissed. As if it were muscle memory. They both coughed and died laughing. Then back to kissing, and rubbing, and grinding. Morgan kept touching his cock. “Now?” He would answer “No?” And they would go back to tongue dancing.

Bunz came up eventually, and she almost didn't see him, her tongue deep in Bill's mouth. “What happened?” He asked.

“That movie sucked,” Morgan said. “This is more fun.” They kissed and Bill put his hands on her white creamy leg rubbing her inner thigh. She slapped him. This went on for a good twenty minutes. She was oblivious to Bunz, but occasionally wondered why he just sat there. Go for a walk or something. Find a spot to jerk off. He wasn't doing this right at all. It was getting late and Morgan was coming down.

Finally, Morgan stood up. It was time to leave. Morgan commented about “Shotgunning with cigarette smoke. NEVER do it...we just did...its gross.” She lit her lighter to get light another smoke and handed it to Bill after a haul. She was walking and holding Bill's hands. They talked about things they wanted to do on “tourist day”, referring to going around the city tomorrow. At one point she caught Bunz staring at her tits. She adjusted her top. Felt a little odd and kept walking. She noted he was staring a lot.

The ride home was awesome. They kissed in the back, but no fingering, no blowjobs, not even a handjob. She just kept patting his crotch and saying “now” over and over. Bill kept saying “no” and she'd shoot him a squinty angry look.

They got back home. Morgan went to the fridge and grabbed Bill and herself a beer and sat on the couch. She let Bill watch ESPN and asked about this sport and that. She knew sports, but girls were supposed to be ditzy. She played the part. They sat on the couch, joking, and drinking for another hour, occasionally kissing. Morgan and Bill grabbed smoke after smoke. Bunz came along but it got weird t times. He wasn't saying anything at all. Still displaying that boner in his pants.

It was around midnight, when Morgan grabbed a bunch of beers and then grabbed Bill's hand. “We're going to bed Bunz. Have a good night.” She pulled Bill to the bedroom.

“I kinda wanted another beer out there babe! Not tired yet” Bill joked. She walked over to the TV. She turned on the ESPN again.

“Nope”, she shot Bill a glance. “NOW!” She insisted.

Bill shook his head. “We've had a lot of sex already. I don't know babe!”

Morgan took off her top, and her tits popped free. Bill admired them, and his hickey on her right upper breast. She then slid out of the black skirt in a very seductive little ass jiggle. She kicked it with her heels at him. She grabbed the beers next to the TV and walked in a ass swaying motion. She plopped them on the nightstand. Then Morgan crawled over to his left side, slowly moving making sure he saw her nude body. She set about unbuckling his pants, and made him push the shorts down. She did the same with his briefs. His flaccid cock came free. It was still four inches flaccid.

Bill, unlike Bunz, didn't seem to care that she saw his flaccid cock. Bunz's cock was like a baby at times, and it embarrassed him. He did mutter “It isn't going to happen tonight.”

The girl's hands reached for his balls and rolled them. She pointed to the nightstand with her manicured fingers, pink nailed index finger swaying. “Drink your beers, watch your sports, get your cock sucked. Hard or soft. Stop complaining.” She then pushed her head down and licked his shaft. Morgan went to town on Bill's cock. She began to lick and lap the head and shaft, and the balls. All were perfectly shaven. His pubes were barely there at all. He had prepared. His taste was still that off butter and salt, and maybe they should shower, she thought, but she was too into it. She began creating her own rhythm, her own beat, sicking it twice, then pulling off with a loud “pop”. Sucking it three times and pulling off, and rolling his balls. After a half hour she was at ten sucks, a ball roll, and a shaft lick.

“Now,” Bill was muttering in ecstasy. His cock half hard.

“No,” Morgan now said instead of him looking up at him as she twirled her tongue over his cockhead. She went with eleven sucks, fast sucks, a ball roll and a shaft lick, a slow shaft lick. She got to fifteen after ten more minutes, and her mouth was hurting, but she was going to do this. His prick was almost fully hard and curving now. “Tell me you want my pussy,” she teased. Her head dove down to his balls sucking them in as she looked up.

“Fuck,” he grunted hearing her talk and act in a way he had always wanted and imagined. Yet it was far more wonderful than all of his dreams. This goddess sucking his balls like a whore. Far hotter than any girls he knew or dated. Now she was the hottest little slut around, just like he knew she could be and should be.

“Tell me you want this pussy,” she was saying in a deep voice dripping with lust. “Tell me your cock wants my tight little pussy.” She was shocked at her words but loving playing this role. She licked his tip literally feeling it harden like a rock in her hand.

“I want that pussy,” he grunted at the feeling and the seductive words.

Morgan popped her head up. “Ok then,” her demeanor changed. “Condom!” She pointed to the nightstand, now a mess of condom boxes and empty beers. He grabbed one, and she took it still stroking him. She rolled it over his hard cock.

“Now?” Bill laughed.

Morgan straddled her new lover. His cock beneath her in his hands. She sank her wet pussy down onto the hard penis, feeling it enter her. “Now,” she moaned. This began the slowest ride of Bill's life. Morgan worked his cock slowly. She would rise up, bounce all the way up to his tip and then down slowly, and then do circles on his cock, as he was buried up inside her. Her eyes closed as she slowly fucked him. A long passionate fuck, maybe better than the rough sex. She felt Bill suck her nipple into his mouth. She held his head against her chest and pushed down onto his cock, causing the headboard to “Thud”. She then began humping him into the bed. “Thud...thud...thud...” with fast hard thrusts feeling filled. She pushed him down, three more fast hard pushes down, her pussy taking his cock in and out each time. “Thud..thud...thud..”

Then Morgan felt her loins being to fill with pressure. She began humping Bill now. Riding him. Each thrust trying to take all his cock. “Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud....”

Her eyes went wide, as an orgasm hit her, his bent cock hitting her spot, giving her a wonderful orgasm. Juice shot out and around his cock. More than she was used to. “Ohhhhh babe.....uuuuuuunnnngggghhhh...” She called out locking eyes with him.

Bill was in Heaven. Her pussy was too much now. He grabbed her ass and speared up FUUUUUCK!” Bill grunted almost angrily a third and most powerful (somehow) orgasm of the day. Morgan was cumming with him, her body still rolling on his cock, as she poured her juices around it. They would have shouted to the Heavens, but they locked in a deep kiss, as Morgan's ass kept gyrating, pussy filled, feeling his cock bursting in her.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned in his mouth. They were breathing heavy. Still locked in a kiss. She finally rolled off, but her hand went to pump Bill's cock, feeling her juice on hr fingers. She wanted more. Like an addict.

“Easy babe,” Bill said. “Its sensitive.”

She blushed. And stopped her jerking. She looked at the mess between her legs and on his condom covered cock. “Is that me?”

“You squirted. You're going to do that from now on,” he had a smile as if he had done something evil.

“I don't do that,” she slapped him. “That's not real.” But she had doubts. Her orgasms were different with Bill. Powerful.

Morgan got up, and went to pee. She stopped at the door. Bunz, she thought of for first time in a bit. She looked at her nude body. Her raw fucked sex. Dripping. Did he want to see her like this? She didn't want him to. She put Bill's shirt over her body. It came down low, which was good. For some reason, she made sure it covered her ass. Maybe her in his shirt will get Bunz “there”. She went piss, then Bill. Bill asked if he could join her and watch again. She called him a freak.

She was thirsty and went out to the living room finally, believing Rabbit would be sleeping. She walked to the fridge, and grabbed waters. She turned and was shocked he was awake on the couch. “Your still up,” she said and looked at him then the TV. She then looked at his crotch. “You're literally still up.” She walked away. “I have no idea why. I mean you were staring at my tits the whole time and all...” she closed the bedroom door. She couldn't believe it. Well....at least two people were enjoying HIS fantasy. She hoped in bed with Bill and they drifted off after watching an episode of Game of Thrones and talking the whole time about how great it was. Cuddling with her “boyfriend”.