You spread out.

Your hand resting in his hair, you caress his scalp as his lips reach your tense pussy. You're very sensitive, yet he skilfully avoids overstimulating you. He eats you out so well that you soon feel dripping wet again with your own juices. You can feel Brad's cum mingling with your own wetness and his saliva. You start pulling his head in, and he obediently swallows. You realize that you might not be the biggest slut in the room right now, and it unexpectedly gets you off. You cum, and cum again as he keeps eating you, cleaning you off.

You finally let yourself fall down into the warm embrace of the bed, as he pulls off you and watches you. You stay silent, considering the events. He finally speaks.

"I'm still very horny... will you help?"

Frankly, you don't want to suck him off. You've had enough dick for a while. As to penetration, it's out of the question for multiple reasons. You suggest an alternative.

"Should I jack you off, or would you rather do it for me?"

He looks surprised, then disappointed, then a flash of understanding seems to cross his worried face, then he agrees.

"I'll masturbate, please kiss my neck, will you please?" He lies next to you, his dick in his hand. For the first time, you really get the difference between a dick and a cock. Brad has a cock. It kind of hurts to admit it. Jake pumps his dick, and you breathe down his neck, kissing and nibbling on his skin. You can feel he's so close.

"Wasitgudwidim"? he whispers.

"What did you say?" you ask.

"Was it good with him?" he repeats. "Was it really much better than with me?"

You're not sure what to say. It might hurt him. Yet, you can't lie, and the brandy makes the decision for you.

"He was. He destroyed my pussy so hard I can't walk." It's like a demon has taken control of your speech, you can't stop now. And, you half-dazedly remark, neither can his hand as he pumps.

"He pinned me to the wall and spread me apart, he felt so big he might break me. He made me cum like a fountain, and again, and again. I fainted. He filled my pussy and he painted my face".

You whisper then.

"He might just as well as fucked my mouth, my throat, or my ass. I was completely gone by then." You really mean that he abused you, but Jake understands it differently. He thinks you mean that to Brad, no hole's barred.

He whimpers. "So you'll let him fuck you again... please, at least, tell me before you do..."

Your brain freezes again. Jake basically told you you can cheat again, as long as he's told? You want to dispel the notion. Sure, the sex was incredible, but you hate Brad.

"I know he's a stud, and I'm no match. I see that now, but I love you. I'll eat you, I'll clean his cum off you, but please, don't leave me..."

The wimp. He's really a cuck, a sissy cuck. It kind of angers you. You deserve more of a fight. The brandy still dictates its evil thoughts to your mouth, and you suddenly blurt out a few words.

"Tell me you want him to fuck me."

"I want him to fuck you!" he whimpers, and he cums all over his suit and his hand.

You look at him, and you know things will never be the same again.

"Go clean this mess, and join me in bed. I need your warmth." you growl.