It took her a bit longer this time, perhaps all of five minutes, before I shot another load deep into her throat. I had never come that fast or in tha... intensity before. This time she did not show the cum, in her mouth, since she had swallowed it all. She even licked of my last drops, cleaning my cock off with her mouth and tongue, then rested her head on my lap, seemingly going to sleep.I was shattered. No girl that I had ever been in a relationship with had been able or willing to do this. One of my weaknesses is that I like to help people, even though many of them don’t always deserve it. Evelyn told me she needed money for bus tickets, since she hadn’t bought her bus pass yet. Reluctantly, I agreed to help her. We walked to the campus bookstore together. It’s a ten minute walk from the second floor of the school library. On our way there, being the charming Haitian gentleman that I am, I tried to make conversation. I had forgotten that people don’t make conversation with. When the economy turned bad, the crime rate in the city rose. And it rose to a level that I was not comfortable with raising a daughter and a son. I found a nice size house in a small town that was about 90 miles away. The commute was a bitch but, as far as I was concerned, worth it. After about six months, Cindy started hanging around with a group of people in their early 20’s. Drinking during the day and on weekends, she always had something to do that didn’t involve the family. I found out. Brad could hear the sounds of his girlfriend being raped and even starting to enjoy it, but for him the shame was even more complete. Even as the pain brutalized him, even as it tore away his soul like the anchor of a ship being yanked away into oblivion, a tiny, primal shred within him seemed to succumb to some hidden sexual craving. Even as Brad screamed, his cock stayed hard. He felt nerve endings awaken which shouldn’t have even existed. As he listened to his raped girlfriend’s muffled.