Broken

“. . . please . . . please!” I realized I hadn’t uttered the word aloud so I tried again with the same effect. It came out as, “Uggg!” I still couldn’t speak.

Carman laughed with understanding, softly sliding her tongue over the head of my jerking cock — but only for an instant. This bitch was driving me crazy! Shit! I suddenly realized that in my own agony, I’d completely forgotten Susan’s predicament, lifting my eyes to observe her once more.

I was just in time to see Raul slide a hand behind Susan’s head, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her unresistingly into his lap. The spongy head of his cock was pressing against her pouty lips before he paused for a second, speaking so low to her I couldn’t hear his words. I don’t know what he told her but finally, with eyes that were empty and unfocused, she opened her mouth and slid it over his huge cockhead. I heard him groan softly.

“Ooooh,” Carman whispered against my ear. “It looks like wifey isn’t going to get to cum for a while, Chucky-boy. I didn’t promise you anything if Raul came instead.”