2 comments/ 13381 views/ 1 favorites Morgan's Mistakes Ch. 01 By: TodtHill Morgan had been used to making friends and getting attention, and college was no exception. She was in her sophomore year at a decent university on the east coast, having received a considerable scholarship to play golf. Her boyfriend since junior year had moved to town with her, living off campus by himself. Layne had always been kind of lazy, but had treated her well in the few years they were together. He was a great student in high school, but has no desire to go to college or better his situation. He had long lost interest in Morgan, gaining about 30 pounds, rarely shaving, and avoiding her to smoke dope with his friends. He quit his job at a department store, and has been living off unemployment for about 8 months. Morgan struggles with reasons to stay daily. She had already alienated herself from her team to try and salvage what she could with Layne - skipping parties thrown by the football or baseball teams (the Golf girls were always invited). He had picked up the hobby of teasing Morgan to the point of hiding tears, and took her love for granted. It had been a week since he had so much as texted her, and her heart was too worn to really care. Looking at herself in her bathroom mirror, she notices how much she has developed since high school. She had grown to a lean 5ft 8in, with abs that look painted on, complementing her rounded C cups. The golf program had her on a strict diet and exercise routine, spending upwards 20 hours a week in the gym. Morgan was well toned and athletic, and satisfied with how curvy she is despite her body mass. Her light brown hair has grown long, past her shoulders now. The few freckles she has developed on her nose draw away from her hazel eyes, but she doesn't mind. It made her sad that she got no attention from Layne, but she wasn't one to confront him on the matter. Midterms have ended for the week, and she plans to get her rest from too much studying and practice. Ok three days before your last final Morgan, do well and maybe Dad will let me go relax during Spring Break. She put on her pajamas and socks, and began studying for her physics test. "Morgan! Where have you been? You've been disappearing after practice for 3 days now!" It was Audrey, her roommate. Audrey always had a habit of barging in when Morgan was working. She was a senior on the university golf team, and took a liking to Morgan when she first arrived to school. She was a nice girl, but her upbeat attitude got on her nerves whenever she started talking. "I've been over at Layne's, he's been sick and I've been staying with him." Morgan always told everyone they were not together anymore. Mostly it stemmed from embarrassment, but she also didn't want to refer to what they share as a relationship. "Ugh, doll you need to get out more! You are too sweet for your own good!" She said with her usual peppy smile. "Listen, we are going to Sigma tonight and you have to come. The whole team will be there and I'm not drinking so you have a ride back! You've earned it and it's Friday for Christ's sake. Physics can wait till tomorrow you nerd!" After a feeble protest, Morgan was coaxed into attending her first real Frat party. Her parents were both involved in Greek life when they were in school, so she was familiar with the promises of "good connections" and more importantly: the rowdy, drunk college boys. Morgan usually ignored the sexual comments from the boys on the sports teams around campus. She saw them as morons who use naïve girls for sex, and she found their attitude pathetic. Morgan worried about some of the rumors she heard about young girls being taken advantage of, but was going with her sober roommate, and figured she would help in any awkward confrontations with any guys. Mother wants me to pledge next year... She imagines herself surrounded by a crowd of chanting sorority girls and chuckles. The drive to the party was short. Morgan had spent the past two hours being evaluated by Audrey, and she was grateful to be finally be done listening to her yappy beauty tips. She decided on a short, blue dress that fit snugly on her body. A braided gold necklace sits atop her profound collarbone, falling down to an emerald pendant nestled above her cleavage. She wears tall blue heels borrowed from Audrey, matching her tight dress, which she noticed had shrank since she wore it at her first golf formal. Morgan and Audrey make it inside the mansion of a fraternity, and quickly make their way to their teammates at the bar. Every room in the house is packed, and it is mostly athletes at the university. Morgan feels guilty for liking the elitist mentality that comes with sports at a prestigious school, but is determined to have a little fun for her self, pushing her unease aside. An hour goes by in the Sigma House, and Morgan is having a great time! She has already taken four shots of tequila with her team to celebrate their success in their first conference tournament. Morgan laughed as she joked and teased each other about boys "checking them out". "One more to Sara! Thank goodness the 6th hole at The Pines is as wide as her's!" Audrey bellows as she hands out another round of shots. The girls break into laughter as Sara blushes. She has been known for sleeping around, but for some reason that was respected amongst the girls. Morgan downs the tequila in one gulp, sending a jolt from her throat down to her toes. Feeling like her outgoing self for the first time in awhile, she grabs Anna, another teammate, and heads to the dancefloor. Anna is a towering 6 feet tall, and weighs about 170 pounds; she is the obvious driving powerhouse of the squad. Guys tease her and call her 'dyke' sometimes, but Morgan is always impressed with how well she can shake off their insults. Feeling safer with Anna by her side, Morgan starts to move fluidly to the rhythm of the DJ's music. Her ass inches from the ground, Morgan slowly rises up, bottom first, into the air. She had always been good at gyrating her hips and dipping low, (Layne had insisted she learn to dance properly at parties). Her hours of practice are evident as she shakes and pops her body to the beat. Ha! I wonder how mad Layne would be if he saw me now! The thought brought a smile to her lips. Any consideration of him had been drowned with her last shot. Morgan is surprised when she feels her ass grind on a hard body behind her. She turns on her heels to see a tanned, high-cheek boned face, belonging to a classmate, Chris. She had met Chris at a football game earlier in the year, and they hit it off. Morgan was too preoccupied with Layne and school to find time to get to know him. "Hey there, gorgeous," he says with a grin. He has stubble on his defined jaw and cheeks, and grey eyes that always made Morgan shudder. "May I have this dance?" Without a word, Morgan turns to Chris and straddles his leg. He seems a bit taken aback, but puts his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down his leg. Morgan's thoughts start to run wild as she realizes she is drunk. It's just dancing, she tells herself. I'm not fucking him or anything and besides, Layne obviously is too busy to even care if I did. Morgan started feeling a rush build in her pelvis and rise up her body as she pressed close to Chris's body. Her inner thigh rubbed up against something hard and radiating heat, and she knew she was turning him on. Ignoring all instincts to resist, she took his hands and put them on her ass. She leaned in and kissed his neck, whispering softly in his ear. What am I doing? Morgan thought as her bra fell undone on the floor. I had no idea he was a brother at Sigma! Chris's tongue filled her mouth and immediately took interest in the small metal stud that Morgan had pierced three weeks earlier. They had made their way back to his room on the third floor. It was larger than her room and kitchen combined. The floor was covered in used clothes and beer cans, but is still cleaner than any room in Layne's condo. There are pictures of his family and posters of the school on his walls, and has king size bed, the nicest Morgan had ever seen. Chris catches her off guard, sweeping her up by the back of her thighs. He carries her to the bed and climbs on top of her, breathing heavy and kissing her chest. His tongue swirled and rolled in constant motion with hers, as he began to fondle his fingers along the see through white underwear, now the only thing keeping her clothed. Morgan speaks up when she feels a hard poke through her panties. "Do you have a condom?" She asks subconsciously. "No Morg, I don't, but I promise I'll be careful..." Morgan pushes him off from sucking on her neck. "No I can't, pleass... Immnot on thuh pill yet," she says with in slurred string. Chris persists, but Morgan has regained enough composure to stop him. She flips over on top of him and looks into his dark, gray eyes. He falls silent, as she looks him over thoroughly for the first time. Chris has no hair on his body at all. She rubs her exposed body close to his and feels that he has a defined six-pack! Layne has always been hairy and kind of chubby, which only made her kiss his muscular body more passionately. Chills run down her spine as she rises up and Chris grabs both of her breasts. They fill up his powerful hands easily, boobs big enough where he can give a rough squeeze. Groping gently with his fingertips, Morgan bites John's ear and whispers: "I won't fuck you tonight, but maybe I can make up for it." Chris kisses her neck deeply; rough sucks accompany his fingers caressing her hard nipples. Her boobs had always been a big turn on for her, and she felt a moist warm sensation between her legs. Oh no! These are my only good pair of underwear. Before she could make a grab for them, Chris slid down under her and started sucking on her titties. "Mmmm," moans Morgan as he runs his tongue over her nipple, stopping only to leave hickies on her neck and chest. Chris rubs her soaked pussy through her underwear, and offers no resistance when he slides his index finger inside of her. Morgan feels her pussy throbbing around his finger, as he plunges deep over and over. Her hair covers her pained expression on her face as he inserts another finger and pumps rapidly into her slit. Morgan is embarrassed when she lets out a light scream as he massages her clit. The fire inside her had become too hot. Morgan slid down to Chris' boxer shorts and reached into the unbuttoned opening. She had handled Layne's penis for years, and was a bit disappointed to find that his member was about the size of his. Nonetheless, she wanted him badly. The thought of her pleasuring a random guy without Layne's knowledge gave her such a high that she couldn't stop herself from sticking out her tongue and taking rigid dick in her mouth. Morgan is lost in her hazed judgment. She runs the cold metal stud from the base of his shaft as she licks hard up to the tip; alternating taking it in her mouth and sloppily covering every inch of his cock with saliva. Chris starts to moan and Morgan feels his dick growing harder in her mouth. "Oh baby, mmm you are making me so hard," Chris croons. He grabs her silky brown hair she spent an hour flattening before the party. Morgan pulls back to resist but his muscular arms hold her down. He slowly pushes her head down on his throbbing cock, which is now dripping with a thick coating of spit. She gets about half way down on his shaft before she starts to feel it penetrate her throat. Almost instantly she gags, coughing with his cock stuck in her throat. She pulls back to his tip, never breaking the suction with her mouth. She bobs her head in a quick rhythm, thankful that he is satisfied with half his cock being serviced. Morgan had been working on deep throating Layne, but he always finished before she could get that far. Ugh, Layne always cums in my mouth without telling me, what a fucking ass. The idea only fuels her desire, and starts massaging the base with her hands. "I want to cum on you Morgan," Chris utters out with a moan. "Oh baby you are so good, where do you want it?" Just as she looks up Chris hops off the bed on to the floor, letting Morgan down easy on her knees. Layne has never done this before! She thought as he grabbed the back of her head and started pumping his hips lightly, exploring her mouth to the fullest extent. Morgan finds herself lightly rubbing her clit, and almost chokes again when she chuckles at his balls slapping her in the chin. "Sit up," Chris says in a firm tone, the first time he has taken charge all night. He pulls out of her throat as she gasps for air and straightens up on her knees. He takes her hands forcefully and makes Morgan hold her boobs together. Chris' cock is lathered in her juices, and he begins making long, smooth thrusts between her supported breasts. She was on the verge of coming, her eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped and moaned. I've never felt this before, I thought those contractions Layne gave me were orgasms! Morgan had a growing pressure in her pussy, dripping wet with anticipation for his load. Morgan opens her eyes when Chris lets out a mighty grunt that gave her the chills. Chris jerks backward as her lips are splattered with a warm liquid. She closes her eyes just in time to avoid the second shot that submerged her left eye. Morgan's lustful anticipation diminished as she felt his sticky load glob onto her chin, and drip down onto her sore breasts. She was so close. "Now lick cum off of your tits baby'" Without hesitation Morgan attempted to clean herself off, but they were too small for her to reach with her mouth. "Here let me help you," Chris said. He reached over on his nightstand and grabbed his phone. Choking his semi-hard cock, he wiped off the splashes of semen off of her boobs onto his tip. Morgan opened her mouth and took his entire softening penis in her mouth. "Now suck off... Smile!" he said in a satisfied tone. The next time Morgan is conscious she is splayed on the couch in her apartment. She is missing her underwear, and has a sour taste in her mouth. Blech, she thinks to herself. Giving Chris head is a clear memory, despite her splitting headache. She makes her way to the kitchen and pours herself some orange juice before sitting at the table and checking her phone. A message from Layne is passed over without a thought, as that is the last thing she is worrying about. A message from Audrey, "Where are you slutttt? We are ready to go get your pants on and your ass out here!" Great, now the whole team knows about my hook up. Two messages from Chris, "Hey gurl, last night was fun, you left your wallet here so I'll hold onto it for you until we can meet again ;)" This made Morgan feel giddy. The thought of someone wanting her made her excited, and the fact that Layne is clueless made it all the more enjoyable. She craved that feeling that Chris gave her last night again, except she wanted to climax this time... Morgan breaks out of her daydream she opens the second file. The message reads, "Don't worry, just for me and you!" Morgan's heart drops as she stares into her own eyes. Or at least one of them; the other is shut tight coated in a thick layer of cum, dripping down off her chin. Her hair is a mess in the picture, but that was nothing compared to seeing her tits red and fondled peaking out from beneath her mouth filled with his penis. If anyone sees this I can lose my scholarship. Morgan panics and runs to her room, sobbing into her pillow until she slips into a sobering slumber. When Morgan wakes she feels a bit better. She sends a text to Chris, asking if she can come by in a few hours. He replies two minutes later, asking to give him time to prepare. I'll figure out what to do about that picture when the time comes...Ugh another message from Layne "So I know you were at Sig last night, my friend Brett saw you. Get the fuck over, now." Morgan loses track of time staring blankly into her wall, running scenarios in her mind. She makes her way into the shower, still exhausted, knowing she is in for a very long night. Morgan's Mistakes Ch. 02 Morgan arrives at Layne's apartment to find the door unlocked. As she steps inside she can see that the place has recently been cleaned. It's about damn time, she thought to herself. The lights are off except for a faint light coming from his bedroom. Worry and guilt start to fester in her chest; reaching for the handle, she hesitates and takes a deep breath before opening the door. Layne is sitting on the bed, reading what appears to be a comic. Upon realizing she was in the room, he sits up and puts his publication down. Morgan sits on the edge of the bed, not speaking a word. "Morgan, don't lie to me. I know you were alone with someone at Sigma last night. You have one chance to tell me the truth." Something about the way Layne said that unsettled her. There isn't a time Morgan can remember where she was worried he would get violent with her. It wasn't really a threat in her mind, but she couldn't figure it out. "Well, I was drinking with my team at the party. I had a little too much to drink and started dancing with this guy. We went back to a random room and made out. He tried to put his hands down my pants so I left after that. I'm so, so, sorry baby, I don't know what came over me." Tears roll down her cheeks as she lets out an audible sob. I really didn't mean to do this, but he made me feel so horrible. Layne is furious, more livid than Morgan had ever seen him. "What's his name, slut." "I don't know it was just a drunken mistake Layne, I never got his name'" "Bullshit!" he yells. "Tell me who he is so I can fucking kill him." "Please stop baby," she begs through her tears. "I only love you and this was just a terrible mistake." As Morgan wipes her tears away she notices Layne putting his hand down the front of his pants and rubbing his penis. "Come here, I want you to show me you love me." Morgan crawls over on top of him, not saying a word. I need to make up for what I did to him, she decides. Even though what he had said hurt her, she felt she owed him something... Layne immediately pulls off his sweatshirt, exposing his hairy chest. At one point she found this attractive, but it has just become something to try and ignore. He continues to stroke himself, and she feels his dick rise up beneath her. She kisses him on his neck and works her way down past his chest, removing his pants and underwear. Wow, she says dumbfounded, I don't remember it being like this... Layne's penis stood at what she thought to be about 7.5 inches, definitely bigger than Chris'. "Now get up and strip for me, slut." The word stung like ice in her veins, but she knew he was just trying to hurt her. Morgan sways her hips in a slow circle while spinning her body around slowly. Lifting her arms above her head, she continues to spin and remove her top. Her breasts bounce out from under her shirt as its leaves her body, and she begins to take off her jeans. I didn't dress sexy enough, she thought. I wasn't expecting this. Climbing on top of Layne, she removes her panties as he undoes her bra. Now with both of them naked, he orders her to suck his dick. Morgan starts by slowly sliding his cock down her throat. She skips the kissing and licking, and begins taking it in her mouth an inch at a time. Once she has 6 inches in, she can feel his cock tense up. She gags but Layne sits up and holds her down. Load after load is shot deep into Morgan's throat until she is released. Gasping for air, she coughs and spits to ease her pain. Layne climbs on top of her and grabs her by the neck. "You fucking slut, I know you are lying to me. The way you took my dick proves it," Layne smacks her across her breasts. "Do you like that bitch? Did you let him do this to you?" He flips Morgan over effortlessly and props her on her hands and knees. "Well you are in for a treat!" Feeling a wet rub on her anus she starts to plead, "Please Layne, I'm sorry. I've never done this, I can't take it." Morgan squeals when he pushes himself into her. She has never felt anything like this; the pain was unbearable, and that was just the tip. She wonders if he took an ED pill before, because he has never been hard and ready like he is now. "Ahhhhh baby it hurts, please be gentle," Layne says nothing, instead smacking her hard on her ass. His thrusts become stronger as her asshole stretches to fit his cock. There is no rhythm to his pumps, but more of a random hard plunge at different angles. Every time he dives inside of her she wails and moans, which only makes Layne fuck harder. Within the next minute, Morgan feels his cum fill deep in her ass. That was terrible, the only good part is the warm feeling, she thought. "Baby I have a Golf meeting on campus, I have to go." "Oh yea? Don't you fucking speak to another guy Morgan, next time won't be so fun." If only he knew. It took about an hour to get to Sigma house on the bus, but it was the only way Morgan had to get there. She messaged Chris, who let her in and lead her up to his room. "I missed you baby," said Chris with his smile. "Aw did you?" Morgan says playfully. "Look, about last night," she starts, but is interrupted by Chris. "I think we should just be up front here," Chris said with a sly grin. "I'm assuming you want that picture destroyed huh?" Morgan nods her head. She knew that Chris would want something in return for the picture, but she didn't think he was going to be this straightforward about it. "Well why should I do that hmm? Oh I hope nobody sees it and reports you to the athletic director...that wouldn't be good at all!" Morgan fights back tears, trying not to break down in the face of her extortion. "Please, we can figure something out, right babe?" "Well since you asked so nicely, maybe I'll think about deleting it. But how much is it really worth to you?" Morgan's head is spinning. She has become a slave to a boy's every sexual perversion, and the thought of that excited her. After the emotional resolve of her actions by Layne an hour earlier, Morgan had no desire to even try and reach her orgasmic peak. Just then two people enter the room. She instantly recognizes them as members of the football team. Her heart is racing with fear, not knowing what they were going to do to her. "I'll make it easy for you," boasts Chris. "All you have to do is take all of us at once for a little while!" He showed the picture to the giants, who were wearing nothing but their underwear. They laughed at Morgan covered in cum and made her turn away in shame. "Get undressed, hoe," says one of the football players. He is about 6 feet 4 inches tall, and 230 pounds of pure muscle. He was one of the biggest and blackest men Morgan had ever seen. She had always heard the stereotypes about the size of a black guy's penis, but had never experienced one hands on. The bulge in his pants sparked curiosity and terror in Morgan, his huge hands grasping for his cock. Silently, she removes her shirt and jeans for the second time today. The second player approaches her now, immediately grabbing at her breasts through her bra. She lets out a more than audible yelp as her sore tits remind her of Layne striking her earlier. He is nowhere near as tall as the first player, but is just as muscular. He stands a few inches taller than Morgan, with short blonde hair and covered in tattoos all over his arms and chest. He pulls his cock out and pushes her to her knees. Without words, Morgan opens her mouth and aggressively starts sucking on his growing rod. He is as long as Layne but had close to an inch more girth. "Mmm keep it up Morgan, I love that slutty tongue of yours," he said with a growl. It bothers Morgan that he used her name, and she has no idea who either of them are. She choked on his finally erect cock as she felt Chris' familiar dick slide with ease into her wet pussy. Chris and the blonde lifted her onto a wide couch in the corner of the room. It smelled like dried cum, and it made her sick to her stomach. Now sitting on Chris's lap, Morgan's back door is slowly lowered onto his dick. She thanked god for her short session earlier; now she know what to expect. "I want to see them titties bounce!" said the tall player. She had yet to even see his dick, and was already having anal with Chris, bouncing on his hard dick for the amusement of the others. The blonde player stands over her on the couch and goes back to pumping his thick junk into her throat. Morgan was getting used to it, giving head becoming easier by the minute. Then she felt a tingle. Morgan projects a high picked gasp as she feels a half erect, 11-inch black cock be smacked on her stomach. Peeking beneath the dick she is sucking, she makes out what looks like black pipe, extending from her pussy all the way to the bottom of her wobbling titties. Panic overcomes her as he laughs and begins to massage her clit with the tip of his monstrous cock. The feeling that she had felt last night with Chris creeps its way into her body as he inserts his tip into her tight hole. Even soaking wet, Morgan's pussy feels like it is being torn apart trying to take even a few inches of the man. The blonde's cock muffles moans as he holds it deep in her mouth. "Damn Chris, where did you find this slut?" the blonde exclaimed. "Phil come try her mouth, she could use a little stretching!" He guffawed and pulled on Morgan's hair. Phil. Not a name she was expecting for this giant that was inside of her. He works his way deeper and deeper until he reaches a spot nobody else ever has in Morgan. To her relief, the football player violating her mouth pulled out with an incomprehensible grunt, and ran to cum across the room. What a relief! She told herself. That's one less dick to please. "Oooohh aaahhh deeper baby," she moans as Phil works 10 inches inside of her. Morgan can't believe how she is feeling; so embarrassed with the situation she has gotten herself into, but at the same time enjoying the sex that has been forced upon her. The pleasure shoots like a speeding train up her thighs and into her throbbing pussy. Chris has stopped stroking into her ass, and instead holds her down, filling her up. The feeling had all since left her ass after a few minutes, being replaced by a good pressure that she craved. Morgan has lost track of how deep he has gotten inside her. Pain and pleasure meet in an indistinguishable feeling that is steadily rising. "Oh my god don't stop Phil, I'm almost there!" She couldn't believe her ears! Actually asking to be abused like this. Just as she thought the feeling couldn't grow anymore inside of her, she was lifted up, quickly removing Chris' cock from deep in her asshole. Then it happens. This triggers Morgan's first real orgasm. She begins to shake in uncontrollable pleasure as Phil presses her up against the wall, holding all but 3 inches deep inside her. Her legs give out and go numb, as she writhes on the black pole impaling her; pinning her up like a calendar. Morgan moans uncontrollably as burst after burst of joy rush from her pussy to every nerve ending in her body. Phil crosses the room as Morgan lies, immobilized on the floor. The three surround her moments later with childish grins on their smug faces. "You were great Morgan, you were our perfect little slut," Chris jives. "Here take my phone, it has the only copy of the picture, I promise. There's just one little thing left for you to do." She had no choice other than to trust him. "And that is?" They didn't have to say it. Phil pulled out a huge cup from the nightstand and she knew what was happening. They wanted her to drink an entire cup filled with their hot cum. "Do this and it's all yours, whore!" said the blonde. Morgan's face burned hot in anger at these monsters that sexually broke her. She takes the cup, and finishes every drop in four full gulps. She didn't want them to have the satisfaction of watching her suffer through it. Wiping her chin as she gets to her feet, she gathers her clothes and dresses herself. Ignoring her 'lovers' rude remarks about her. Morgan takes Chris' phone, shatters it on the floor, and tries her hardest to hide her limp as she exits the Frat. "You fucking cunt!" yelled Chris, "Next time we wont be so generous!"