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Watching Morgan: Cuckolded by my Best Friend (Part 2)

Morgan decides her ‘cuckold’ needs something more. And she was ready to put on a show just for him. Zach was going to be witness to an important event in her young life.

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What a summer! As if we weren’t close already, by the time college started, Morgan and I were attached at the proverbial hip. Except for her dates on an occasional evening, we seldom did anything without the other along.

And that included evaluating colleges. We ended up both going to State U, the large public university in our area. It was a good fit for us both. I got a math scholarship, and she played on the women’s soccer team. I even pledged a fraternity. She wanted nothing to do with sororities, so ended up in the athletic dorms.

The reason this is important is that our strange sharing came to a halt for a bit. She found it tough to sneak into my fraternity room for a sharing night, with roommates on either side and restrictions about bringing girls into the house. Her roommate in the dorm also turned out to be a stickler for the rules.

We ended up connecting on campus more than anything else. She continued to tell me about her adventures, but my happy endings after she left had become a solitary affair without those gorgeous tits to feast on.

Until one Friday in early October, when Morgan took it to another level. I got a mysterious text message from her that morning. She told me to meet her in the tree house at 2:30 that afternoon. No word on why. Since I didn’t have any classes on Friday afternoons, I responded I would be there. Our town was relatively close, so I had no trouble driving over.

When I arrived, both her parents were at work, so we had the place to ourselves. I wondered what this was all about. The surprise came when I climbed up and she wasn’t there. All I found on the beanbag chair were her father’s binoculars and a folded piece of paper. Inside, the note said simply ‘Enjoy the show!’ What show?

Thankfully, it was unseasonably warm this year, so I sat on the beanbag that had seen lots of my butt since 4th grade, wondering what this was all about.

Ten minutes later, I heard a noise at the gate. I poked my head up to see who it was. Her folks had one of those high-fenced private backyards so popular in our area. The patio had a collection of loungers and chairs.

In walked Morgan and a very large black guy. I was sure I knew him. Grabbing the binoculars… Fuck! It was Owen Thompson, a football player that had gone to State U from our high school.

Morgan ran inside, bringing back a couple waters. They sat at the patio table, talking too softly for me to hear. Luckily, the tree house had a perfect angle. I wedged the binoculars on the edge in a way that did not reveal my presence.

When she returned with the waters, she also brought a blanket and two towels. She draped the blanket over one lounger, looking up at me with a smile on her face, winking in my direction. The look on her face was playful and seductive.

Suddenly, I had an answer to the question of what I was doing there. They were going to have sex in front of me! THAT is the show she had in mind. She was upgrading her ‘second hand’ sex of before to my actually watching. I was about to see my best friend in action.

Truthfully, it felt like torture. My heart was being ripped out of my chest. I so wanted to be the person doing that, instead of him, as she guided Owen to the blanket. Morgan went all out for the show. She positioned the lounge to make sure I could see everything.

Another thought shook me. Unless something has changed since we had lunch earlier this week, my friend was still a virgin. I doubted Owen was going to put up with a little finger action, or a blow job, once he gets going. My heart skipped a beat. Morgan wanted me to witness the loss of her virginity. This was a major escalation in our sharing.

Before the caps could even be taken off the water bottles, he was on her, pulling her face to his, kissing her aggressively… just the way she liked it.

My heart pounded as pain ripped through me. I wanted that to be me!

Though I could not take my eyes away. I watched his hands roaming all over her body, yanking her T-shirt over her head. The bra followed shortly. His huge black hands covered those luscious breasts as she moaned with glee.

But there was something else… the show. I was as much a partner in this drama as Owen was. At every opportunity, she kept her body pointing at me. Those breasts glistened with the sweat of their efforts. Twice I caught her winking at me, lifting her chest to make the view easier. How she did it without him catching on surprised me. I guess he was too busy to notice.

He picked her up in his massive arms, pulling her shorts down while he moved over to the lounge. By the time she landed on the chair, she was completely naked, spreading her legs at me, gleefully pulling at his pants.

Holy shit! When his cock broke free, I almost cried out in concern. I knew this was much bigger than the way she described the guy in our first sharing encounter. Even though he was still semi-soft. Did she really want a log like that to be her first? Wouldn’t it damage her?

I could see the look on her face clearly with the binoculars. She was thinking the same thing as me when it flopped in front of her face. Both hands came up to grip the uncircumcised post. Somehow, she got him to the side of the lounge, allowing me to watch her mouth take in only the head. Not much else was going down that throat.

He must have had that experience before. His booming voice began talking. It carried all the way to the tree house.

“Too big for you, babe. You sure you’re ready for the other hole… for your first time?”

She smiled at him, then at me. Reaching into her shorts, she pulled out a bottle of lube. “You come prepared…” he said, bursting with laughter. “Get me nice and hard. I’ll get you what you came for.”

That was what she wanted to hear. Her mouth and hands were on him; licking, stroking, massaging his balls. She pulled at his balls, took each one in her mouth, licked across the bottom, flicked his foreskin back across the head. That girl was ready to get fucked! After years of messing around, she knew just how to get the guy ready!

“You some nasty girl… Eager… Maybe I should just jack off all over your face, make you eat my cum.”

She pulled back. I heard her talk to him, but all I got was a loud ‘No!’ That was not why she brought him here. He knew that, laughing with another burst of mirth.

“Naw, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he chuckled. “You want some dick, and I’m willing to give it to you.”

By this time, that rod stuck straight out from his body, ready to do some damage. He pulled Morgan up on her hands and knees. She shifted herself slightly, apparently trying to get more comfortable. But I knew the real reason. She wanted me to see him go inside.

He drenched his shaft with the lube. From what I had seen of those spread legs earlier, I wasn’t sure he was going to need it. The head touched her lips. She shuddered in place, turning her head toward me, a dark smile covering her anxiety. My best friend had decided it was time to give up her virginity, and she wanted this guy to do it.

For the first time, he noticed, following her eyes. I ducked down, making sure he couldn’t see me. He saw nothing, turning back to the action. He pressed inside, struggling to even get the head in.

“You some tight pussy. I know you told me you were a virgin, but shit…” He pushed in further.

She groaned loudly. “So big… oh fuck… go slow…”

He did not let up the pressure, just went in slowly. Her groans became whimpers, then moans as I saw half of it go in. Somewhere in there, she cried out. Not a virgin any longer, I chuckled, wondering if there would be blood on the blanket when they were done.

None of that mattered to her. He was most of the way in, pushing for more.

“Oh god…” she cried out. “I’m so full…”

“Just about there,” he laughed. “Going to give it to you good real soon.”

My friend cried out one last time as Owen flexed his hips, noticeably moving deeper. He was all the way in. Morgan’s body trembled in place as he stopped moving, allowing her sheath to adjust.

I knew it the minute she was ready. Her hips moved on her own. Pushing back-and-forth.

“You are nasty. Want some of this, don’t you?”

“Please… fuck me… I want to feel you take me… take me hard.”

“That I can do.” The next 10 minutes was maybe the most erotic thing I had ever seen. He pounded into her, reaching around to twist her clit, pinch a nipple. I couldn’t take my eyes off her tits, flopping around while he pistoned into her.

Her first release, when it came moments later, took my breath away. I had never seen Morgan cum before. She cried out, as if in abject agony. I knew that wasn’t it. She had just experienced her first vaginal orgasm by a man’s efforts. He twisted his hips, teasing her. She sputtered and laughed.

I couldn’t believe how hot this was, or how aroused she became. Her cries of pleasure were not like anything I had ever seen before. She was totally into it. My cock pressed against my shorts, wanting relief, but I didn’t want to miss anything.

Abruptly, Morgan pulled off his rod, rolling on her back. “Give it to me, big guy. I want to see what you’ve got…”

Owen smiled down at her, pulling on her legs. He lifted them across his chest… she wasn’t long enough to go over his shoulders… then drove himself back in. Her groan of pleasure ripped at my heart again. Gradually, as he gained traction in this position, he pushed her legs further back, until her ankles we right next to her head as he pounded away.

I cringed at the vicious stabbing into her core, like a pile driver cracking open cement. Only this cement was willing to give with each plunge. To celebrate it thrust. Morgan groaned louder as he took her harder, her head flopping side to side as she came repeatedly, one after the other. Her head touched her ankles as she came again… and then again.

Owen was not used to this hip movement, slowing. This was it, I thought. He was going to give her everything she had been working for. At the last moment, he pulled out, blasting his seed all over her stomach, pointing higher, going for a boob shot. It wasn’t my quantity, I smiled to myself, but rope after rope made a mess over her stomach and tits.

Morgan was giggling and laughing, crying out, “I did it! I am no longer a virgin.” I knew she meant those words to only one person, and it wasn’t Owen.

“What you wanted, right?” Owen asked, touching her breasts as her chest heaved, trying to grab oxygen after the activities of the last… shit, I looked at my watch. They had been going at it for almost an hour. He had only cum once! Now that was stamina!

“That was good,” she said finally, looking up at him. He helped her off the lounger, pulling her next to his body.

“Gotta go, babe. Football practice at 5. Where can I drop you?”

“I’m going to stay home. My dad will give me a ride back to campus,” she said, staring directly at me.

“Up to you,” he said, not noticing her look.

He grabbed his clothes. “Let’s do this again. You a hottie.”

“I might take you up on that, we’ll see,” she smiled. “Let me walk you out.” She put on shorts and a T-shirt, no underwear.

Only a few minutes later, she came running to the tree house, her tits flopping under her nearly see-through T-shirt. One thing was for sure: she was excited.

“How did you like the show?” she yelled up the ladder as her head emerged into the opening. As soon as she was in the tree house, she pulled her T-shirt over her head and pushed down her shorts. She was naked in front of me again… just like in high school. But this felt so different. Sexual tension charged the air. We both sensed it.

“I can’t believe you lost your virginity to THAT guy?” I said, unable to hide my exasperation.

Her giggle seemed to erase all doubt as she threw herself into my arms. She had LOVED it!

“You didn’t cum yet, did you?”

We were both surprised. I had been so engrossed in her performance; I had forgotten about the throbbing rod between my legs.

She pushed me back on the beanbag chair, pulling at my shorts. Soon, my cock sprang out, throbbing and solid, just the way she liked it.

Morgan cuddled into her usual position, pressing her tits against me, moaning.

“Do it,” she said. “I want to see you explode. If you can’t get excited by THAT show… you must have something wrong with you,” she chuckled loudly.

My fist was already pounding away as she stared at my efforts. Her hand came up a couple times, wanting to touch me. She even pressed against my body, draping her leg over, needing the touch on her clit. I tried to move my thigh over to help, but she batted it down, whispering for me to concentrate on what I was doing.

During that session, we came so close to taking that needed next step, but she kept pulling away. I tried to help it along by wrapping my arm around her body, pulling her tighter against me. Nothing worked. It was just like the high school sessions. I jacked myself and she watched my explosion, cuddling her naked body against me.

“How many times did you cum with him?” I asked when my breath had returned.

“Who cares?! Lots! Next time, I want the guy to cum inside me. I bet that feels great!”

“Next time?” I said. The uncertainty in my voice caught her attention.

“I didn’t lose my virginity so I could stay that way, silly. Now that I’ve crossed the last barrier, I’m ready for more.”

I pulled her into my arms, trying to hide the tears that were forming. She meant it. This girl was ready to cut a path across campus… with everyone… except me. I shuddered next to her, trying to cover my disappointment. My position in the friend zone had been etched in granite.

“You need to think about safety, Morgan,” I said, as calmly as I could. “Are you on the pill? You should have used a condom.”

Morgan looked away from me… nope, not on the pill.

“Let’s go,” I said, as she reached for the tissues for her ritual cleaning. “If you’re going to do that with a lot of guys, you need to be prepared.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon at a family planning clinic, getting her protected… from pregnancy, at least. I wasn’t sure she would use condoms, but we stopped at a drugstore, buying her a range of sizes.

My friend was definitely ready for the next adventure. I wondered how often she was going to want me to watch.

This story is an excerpt from a book called ‘Watching Morgan: Cuckolded by my Best Friend.’ Zach eventually gets married to someone else. Little did he know, his cuckolding had just begun. Click here to read the book.

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