Rubbing it in your face

"How good are you at squatting?" Jesse smirked. She stretched out her tank top, letting her giant tits hang over the fabric. Then she pressed herself into David so she could feel her nipples grinding against his hairy chest as she kissed and lapped at his face. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and ground her pussy against his pubic bone as David thrust into her with a teasingly painful pace.

Getting on top of the bed, David swung his legs around you, with you completely unaware that he was balls deep in your girl, several feet above your face. David squatted, exhibiting a strength Jesse never expected could come from him, still holding her up, flexing his cock with kegels against her pussy walls.

Jesse squirmed and shivered, holding on tight to his shoulders as she could feel him dipping her asshole near your nose. She clamped her teeth shut as she could feel another oncoming orgasm.

Knees still bent, David thrusted roughly into Jesse, his turgid foot-long snake curling in and out of her as his **** shook your bed. A trail of Jesse's white grool marked the depth of the journey David's cock had taken into her.

As Jesse gazed into her lover's eyes, his carnal lust pistoning, her reddened lips squelching, she realized she had forgotten about you. For a number of moments, her thoughts were not on her betrayal, but simply on the pleasure David was providing her. She never felt that with you. Sex was always sex, but it was conscious sex, knowing sex, sex with a logical end goal that was met by checking off boxes of physical stimulation. But this? This was animalistic. This was sex as sex was meant to be.

Hard. Prolonged. Gushing. But most importantly -- pleasurable.

Nothing, not masturbation, nor toys, had given her a pleasure like David's cock. The cock that belonged to this horrible man. This large, hairy, smelly, dirty, obnoxious, boorish man. She hated him. He was the mathematical summation of every trait she wished to discourage in men. Yet here she was, rewarding him for having confidence, a big cock, and deliciously huge balls that slapped her asshole with perfect rhythm.

And at the same time, she was conversely punishing you, a man with every trait she wished to encourage in men. It almost doubled her pleasure, Jesse thought, to reward him and punish you. You didn't have a cock like David's nor his confidence. You had never given her this many orgasms in a month, and yet here he was plowing away your numbers in a single session. You should be punished.

A few droplets of Jesse's pussy juice began to fall onto your forehead. You dazedly opened your eyes -- not yet awake enough to tell if the thrusting genitalia in front of your face was a part of dream or reality. You awoke just in time to see the flood gates open.

"Oh, God! Feels like I'm gonna piss all over your cock!" Jesse winced in pleasure.

David looked down to see your shocked expression. He smirked and thrusted hard and balls deep with each new word that came out of him. Jesse yelped.

"LOOKS" *SLAM*

"LIKE" *SLAM*

"YOUR" *SLAM*

"GIRL'S" *SLAM*

"A" *SLAM*

"SQUIRTER!!!!!"

Jesse screamed as David removed his cock from her, letting it dangle in the air as he held Jesse's thighs right above your dumb open mouth. Like a fresh peach that David had finally cut open, Jesse shuddered as she squirted all over you, her earthy juices and musk covering and marking your face.

The three of you stayed in your positions as both you and David watched Jesse in a purgatorial state of ecstasy, her O face remaining permanent as she slowly came down from the high of David's cock.