You don't decide; he teaches you a lesson

“Umm,” you mumble, completely unable to decide whether you want your girlfriend’s ex’s sperm on her cheeks or her tongue. “Like…whatever. Do what you want.”

“Oh that’s so weak buddy. Hey hold on babe.” Chris pulled Jess’ head off his crotch. “I’ve gotta teach your boyfriend here a lesson about being a pussy.” He yanked her up by the armpits, and threw her roughly over his shoulder onto the couch. “Spread your legs babe,” he commanded. As you watched, shamed and apprehensive half-naked on the floor, you couldn’t help but admire the contrast of masculine and feminine: him all muscle and sweat and threat with his enormous penis standing tall and ready to penetrate; her pretty, soft, warm, receptive – her eyes wide, her legs wider and pink lips of her vulva opening like a flower for insemination.

A panicked thought crossed your mind. “Condom?” You weren’t really sure what you were asking, and you regretted the now-familiar strain of indecision in your voice at once. Chris didn’t even look at you.

“Good of you to offer buddy, but I’m gonna shoot straight in your girl’s hole. Told you what happens to pussies.” With that, he lifted Jess’ calves high onto his back and began to fuck her. All you could see, from your low viewing angle, was the taut back of Chris – standing tall against the couch, his ass ploughing into Jess – and the soles of Jess’ feet as her toes curled above his shoulders; that, and her gasping moans, let you know how much she was enjoying herself.

It didn’t last long. You knew Chris wasn’t really making love to your girlfriend – just using her vagina to collect his inevitable emissions. Within a few strokes, his ass tensed, his thrusts slowed, and he grunted as though barely in control. You turned away: you’d been enjoying your sordid voyeurism, but you weren’t sure you could face the moment he actually emptied his balls into Jess’ womb. That’s something you’d never done and (as far as you knew) she hadn’t any protection from the consequences.

Chris yanked you from your thoughts. “Hey buddy, get a good look at this.” You looked first at him, all naked muscle sitting calmly, his dick softening and glistening. He was holding Jess’ thigh close, spreading her freshly-fucked pussy for your attention, and you saw – as you suspected and feared – that your roommate has taken special care to humiliate you, because your girlfriend’s canal was already oozing a milky-white glob; you knew then that he had chosen to orgasm near her entryway, the sooner to demonstrate to you his confidence in, and her receptiveness to, him spraying his bodily fluids into her special place. It was heartbreaking to see that, whatever love you thought you and Jess felt for each other, there was a man who wasn’t you whose seed she was willing to accept inside her, whose wet, slippery love she’d let warm her insides. “Had to do it, man.” Chris’ tone showed no appreciation of your torment. “Had to show you what happens to pussies, when pussies can’t decide.”