Broken

My eyes flew back to Raul and Susan, wanting to scream at what I saw! The nipple he was tugging on was bare now, and he’d taken his penis out of his pants. It looked like a horses’ cock! Enraged, I saw he was using Susan’s small hand to jerk himself off!

Her head still rested on his shoulder but she now faced away from me and I couldn’t see her face anymore. Had he turned her head that way, or had she? He was still finger-fucking her with his other hand, and her hip movements weren’t so subtle any longer. In fact, she was now lifting several inches off the sofa to meet his thrusting fingers. I could faintly make out small sounds of obvious enjoyment emitting from her parted lips, each ripping through me like a knife.

“Your wife seems to like my Raul, Chucky-boy,” Carman cooed. I felt her wet tongue touch the inside of my ear, her breath scaling hot. “Want to cum now?”

I tried nodding my head but nothing happened, justifying it by telling myself that I was in pain and needed to get off quickly so I could help Susan. Carman seemed to understand anyway. “If Susan gets a nice climax, I’ll let you cum,” she whispered wetly inside my ear, sliding her finger-tips around my sticky cock-head, keeping me right on the verge of shooting my load. I could feel it churning inside my aching balls, ready to explode! I needed release before I died!