A guttural sound made her jerk her head around. She stared at Dalton and saw that he was now edging around the table after her. He'd unzipped his pants, and a huge, bowing cock was bobbing from the gap, heavy and dark and dripping clear fluid from the horrible eye.
"Dalton, don't…" Vera whispered, her voice ragged with fear. "Roger lied to you, Dalton. I'm not his sister. I'm his mother, and my husband's due home any moment now. You'll both be in big trouble, Dalton, unless you leave now."
He stared at her naked tits and licked his thick lips. His face was flushed with heat. "I want my turn," he said huskily.
He looked ready to clamber over the polished table in his swamp boots to get at her and fuck his monstrous prick into her. He grinned horribly. He gripped the edges of the table and feinted one way and then the other, cackling when Vera squeaked and dodged.
There was no talking to him, no chance to reason. He was liking the chase too much. It thrilled him. He could easily get her, but he toyed with her instead.
Vera knew there was no use pleading with Roger, either. He wanted her to be fucked by this horse-cocked animal. She couldn't guess why. She knew only that her one hope was to get to her bedroom and the telephone there or for Paul to come home. God, where was he?
Dalton stood on the other side of the big table and leered at her crotch. He jacked his big prick to full stiffness, and the sight of it made her shudder. She imagined the way it would split her pussy wide and fill her whole belly. She'd wanted to be fucked-but not with that prick.
An unwanted shiver went through her as she looked at it. It was more than fright or disgust. There was a primitive excitement rippling through her body, and she knew with sudden shame why, he was staring at her crotch. Her panties were soaked dark with pussy juice!
"Ohhhh, hurry up and catch her, Dalton honey!" Sally moaned from the floor. "My pussy's just on fire for this boy's sweet cock!"
The girl's back was against the hallway jamb. Her legs were stretched in front of her, knees wide apart. Her fingers slopped through her wet cunt flesh as she masturbated teasingly with one hand and jacked Roger's slippery prick with the other.
"Roger, tell your sister to quit messing around! Tell her to let Dalton fuck her so's I can get this juicy cock into this juicy cunt!"
"To hell with them, baby," Roger gasped. "Let's fuck anyway."
"No, no-that wasn't the deal. We're supposed to trade fucks and…" She rolled her clit with her fingertip and jerked her hips up and nearly came. "Ohhhh, tell her to hurry!"
Roger sucked in his breath and prepared to climb over her and fuck her drenched pussy anyway. He moved her from the jamb and laid her flat on the floor. He held his prick in his hand and aimed it toward her dark-fuzzed, sopping cunt. "Here it comes, baby," he said huskily.
"No-no!" Sally moaned, twisting under him. "Dalton-he's trying to fuck me!" she cried.
Dalton let out a warning growl, forceful and rumbling. It stopped Roger cold. He whipped his head around with a sickly smile, unwilling to rile the burly swamp hick.
He saw the expression on his mother's face. He looked away. He was sorry. But it was the one way he could think of to get that old bastard to kick them both out and free them if he would only come home at the moment the ape's giant cock was making her scream with orgasm and beg for more. That would do it. He'd realize what an old fart he was and let her go.
Roger let out a groan and turned back. It was out of his hands now anyway. He dropped his head between Sally's thighs again and began to lick at her watering cunt.
It was a gusher, a well of slippery cunt juice. He held her tight little butt in his hands, and his tongue lapped up and down her steaming slit.
Sally cried out and bumped all over the floor, kicking her legs into the air, tangling her fingers in his blond hair and mashing his face against her wet meat. He thrust his tongue into the slippery hole and fucked it rapidly back and forth. He wrapped his lips around the little prick of her cut and drew hard, making her come again.
"Yaaaahhh, I want to fuck!" she screamed.
Her pussy opened wide and spasmed shut around Roger's tongue. It pulsed and fluttered and leaked, and her explosion was violent. It left her gasping and whimpering with strange sounds.
Dalton watched his wife come again and snorted with lust. A drop of fluid leaked from the tip of his big prick. He turned back to Vera and lunged at her without warning, catching her arm in a tight grip.
Vera cried out with shock and fear. She felt her body whirled around and slammed up against his tightly. Her tits pushed into his barrel chest, and her hips slammed against his. Dalton's heavy cock thudded up between her thighs and was like a pole under her pussy.
Vera shuddered wildly and knew she was helpless in his strong grasp. She looked into his face and shuddered with what she saw there.
She was going to be fucked.
CHAPTER THREE
Something happened to her. She suddenly felt as if she were two persons. One of them struggled against the brute's massive strength. The other one had nipples sprouting against his thick chest and a pussy that was leaking a stream into her panties, even as her swollen cuntlips tried to wrap around the pole nudging at them.
She couldn't believe the rush of perverted desire through her body. She recalled a wisecrack someone had made to her after the night she was taped in Paul's moteclass="underline" If it's going to be rape, you might as well, enjoy it.
She felt something like that. Feeling it was shameful and degrading. But it made her stop struggling with him. It made her shudder for a different reason when his big hands cupped the tight cheeks of her ass and pulled her pussy against his middle.
From the corner of her eye, she saw her son suck in his breath and change his position over Sally. He spread her legs wide and aimed his stiff cock and didn't stop this time.
Sally didn't try to stop him. She let out a whoop of glee and reached between her thighs and spread her cuntlips wide for Roger's cock.
"Fuck her, Dalton!" Sally cried. "I'm fuckin' this here boy! Oh, God, am I gonna fuck him!"
She lifted up with a yowl of readiness and rocked back on her spine. Her cuntlips sucked and quivered sloppily, and she nearly yanked Rogers' cock off his body in her rush to stuff it up her aunt. She let out a long, high growl as Roger's cock slid into her hole, sinking all the way into her oiled depths.
"He's fuckin' me, honey!" she wailed, flinging her arms and legs around Roger's body, cupping him and enfolding him completely.
Vera watched her son's naked butt pump up and down. She could see his cock running in and out of the girl's pussy. She imagined all the other girls he'd fucked, and she felt a trace of envy a bit of jealousy for all the fucking she'd missed this past year.
Her knees wavered and buckled and locked again. She felt Dalton's big cock sliding through the slippery goo at the crotch of her panties, and she imagined how be was going to spread her on the floor in a moment and stuff the big prickhead between her wet, tender pussylips.
Already, she could feel her cunt walls fluttering and squeezing around the incredible girth of it. And then she felt disgust-not for his plunging, spreading cock but for the way her shuddering body was anticipating it.
God, what was the matter with her! Paul-Paul, help me again!
Her panties rolled down over her round ass. His hands cupped her naked butt cheeks and rolled them. His prickshaft became fitted between her swollen, oiled pussylips, stroking under her crotch as if she were sliding along a greased pole.
She felt herself swept off her feet. Brutish arms carried her to the couch and laid her out. An animal puffed and snorted over her body, sucking her tits into its warm, wet mouth, over half of them at once.