Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
I gasped when I saw the state the guys had left my kitchen in. The bag of bread had been ripped open and several slices of bread were scattered all over the counter. The jar of jam was on its side and its gooey contents were spilling out, running down the cupboard, onto the floor. The jar of peanut butter was still in its upright position, but there were two jam-covered knives sticking out of it.
All cupboard doors and drawers had been opened and on one of them they had written the word 'SLUT' in peanut butter. On the metal door of the fridge -- which was also still open -- they had drawn several obscene pictures in strawberry jam, along with the word 'CUNT'.
"On second thought, I think you'd better make me squirt like a two-dollar whore," I gasped, immensely aroused by this blatant display of disrespect. I took off my jacket and pulled down my skirt and panties in one quick swoop. Then, I put my hands on the counter and stuck out my ass towards her.
"Gotta love those fucking pigs," Jessie whispered, as she stepped up to me and wedged her right hand in between my ass cheeks, her fingers quickly locating my drenched pussy.
"Fuck," I whispered, closing my eyes and hanging my head down in shame, "You'd better destroy me, while you're at it!"
"Can do," she replied. After inserting two fingers up my twat from behind -- and making me moan -- Jessie grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my face down, towards the spilled jam on the worktop. Instinctively, I turned my head and allowed her to press my cheek down in the red, sticky goo.
She slowly rubbed my face around in it, then forcefully yanked my head back and asked, "Like this?"
"Yesss," I whined pathetically, shaking on my knees. Encouraged by my reaction, Jessie let go of my hair and stuck her fingers into the nearby jar of peanut butter, scooping up a big glob of the light brown, creamy substance.
She then smacked her hand in the middle of my face and feverishly rubbed it all over, as if she was polishing it. I was getting fingered and humiliated at the same time, and I fucking loved it! Once my entire face and part of my hairline was covered in peanut butter, Jessie lowered her hand and ripped my white blouse open.
After pushing my bra up and freeing my tits, she started whacking my fat, dangling tits around. Not to hurt me, but to degrade me even more. It worked. I felt dirtier and sillier than even before. I moaned and grunted like a dumb bitch.
As I was being deliberately loud, I knew the guys could hear me. I just assumed that, since they'd all emptied their balls recently -- on my whore face, I might add -- they wouldn't give a flying fuck about what I was doing. So, imagine my surprise when suddenly, in the midst of Jessie's abuse, I noticed Reese wandering into the kitchen.
"Hey guys," he called out to his buddies in the living room, "Continue without me... I am going to dump another load in the bitch's face."
Immediately realizing that he was referring to me, Jessie pulled her fingers out of my leaking twat, allowing me to turn around and look at him.
He promptly took out his half-hard dick and stepped up to me. My cunt contracted as he pushed me down to my knees, leaned forward and placed his left hand on the counter behind me, while using his right to jack off his cock, right above my head -- just like that, without even bothering to ask for permission. Not that he needed it, of course.
Jessie gawked at me, just sitting there, meekly looking up at Reese's fat cock getting pumped inches from my already cum-soaked and jam-smeared face.
"You're just going to let him do that?" Jessie asked, as she was rubbing her clit.
"Why not?" I shrugged my shoulders, "That's pretty much all I am good for."
"Oh, Mrs. S," she grunted, as she quickly kneeled down and put her face right next to mine. Reese grinned, a little surprised, but quickly adjusted his aim. As he stroked and alternated pointing his cock at both our face, Jessie and I stuck out our tongues and started slobbering over each other's mouth.
"Jesus," Reese uttered, as he feverishly pumped his cock, watching us act like complete sluts. The poor thing didn't last much longer.
"Here I come, bitches," he announced, as he aimed for the center of my face and ejaculated his first salvo -- covering the tip of my nose, my mouth and chin.
Then, he pointed his pulsating cock at Jessie's face and spurted in her right eye and all over her right cheek. Finally, he aimed it back at me and continued dripping all over my forehead until he was done. After wiping his tip off on Jessie's left ear lobe, he zipped up and walked back into the living room -- not giving us another glance.
"That was disgusting," Jessie giggled, trying to scoop the cum out of her eye.
"It really was, wasn't it," I replied, slipping a finger into my cunt.
"We should call Bram and Gordon in here and let them have another go too," she whispered.
At that moment, we heard the front door opening.
"I'm home!" Andy called out.
"Perfect timing," I grinned, looking at Jessie.
"Gordon... Bram... come here and shoot us in the face!" she called out, more than loud enough for Andy to overhear.
"Again?" Gordon replied, "Weren't we going to fuck?"
He and Bram entered the kitchen a few moments later. Andy walked in behind them and gawked around, shocked at the state our kitchen, as well as Jessie and I, were in.
"If you simply wanted to fuck, then you shouldn't have made a mess of my kitchen," I said, replying to Gordon previous question, "Now, I want your sperm in my face... again."
Although they weren't particularly horny, they didn't want to turn down an invitation like that, and so they unzipped their pants and took out their half-hard dicks...
