I had become more depraved than I thought possible. Any sense of morality or self-respect had vanished. There was no limit to how far I would go to get back at Brad, or to satisfy my raging sexual desires.
I was squatting on top of one stud, riding his huge member, and sucking three cocks by my head when I heard the door open again. I turned to see how many more men had come in to fuck me. But it was Brad and Jacqui.
Brad stared at me stupefied. As I gazed back at him, a thick rope of cum arced out from one of the cocks and splattered against my face. Another guy came too, and streams of creamy jism were soon raining down on me, covering my cheeks, chin, nose, and hair.
I continued to look at Brad as I bounced on the meaty pole pulsating in my cunt and the men coated my face with their sticky seed. I then turned and took one cum-dripping cock in my mouth and slurped up the rivulets of sperm.
"You actually went out with her?" Jacqui said with disbelief.
I heard Brad mutter quietly, "Yes."
I looked at him again and my heart surged with delight when I noticed a pained expression on his face. But he also looked at me with pity and disdain. But I didn't care, so long as I had hurt him. And I had done that.
The guys stopped fucking me for a moment while they looked guiltily at Brad. Brad shook his head, then left. They then looked back at me.
I gazed at my lovers and purred, "Who hasn't fucked me yet?" Nobody spoke up, so I guessed they had all done me. "Well, then fuck me again."
The guys laughed, and my mouth and cunt were again filled with thick cockmeat.