Something went out of Vera. It was all around her. It had defeated Paul, and it would defeat her if she tried to fight it. She felt the bed heave and push under her, molding around her butt and lifting her hips up wantonly.
Dancer was on his knees. He ran his zipper down. A long, thin cock bowed towards her like something serpentine. She gasped and looked into the evil slits of his eyes and knew there was no use fighting him.
She couldn't make a legal objection. He'd caught her flicking her own son. The thought of public exposure made her head spin, and she stopped struggling against the inevitable.
Dancer saw the fight go out of her. He grinned and pushed his pants to his knees. He came against her. She turned her head, and there was the TV again. She could feel the motions her son and Rainey made as they flicked.
She could have sworn it was the bed's motion that made it happen. That's what she wanted to believe. Her pussy lifted high. Her thighs fell open, and the sticky, silky cuntlips sucked apart.
Dancer's long cock was suddenly between them. Vera gasped, her mind rejecting the way her aunt muscles began quivering and drawing at the spongy head of it.
"Oh, God, don't flick me!" she cried. "Roger, he's going to fuck me! Stop him! Ohhhh, Roger, don't."
The plea choked off. It was too late. The long cock was sliding far, far back into her pussy, going much too slickly, much too easily.
She heard Dancer cackle with a wicked sound. There was no use explaining to him why her pussy was so slippery, seemingly so ready. It was from Roger's sperm in her, not excitement for Dan Dancer. At least, she wanted that to be the answer. But he was a good flicker. As evil and reptilian as he was, he knew how to drill his snakelike cock into her twat and make her hips jerk up and her pussy suck open.
"Don't sweat it, Mrs. Hanson," he rasped in her ear, lying against her, making his hips swivel and pound against hers with shameful sensation. "Just close your eyes and think about the prick in you. Once that's in, it doesn't matter who it belongs to, didn't you know that?"
"You creep!" she whimpered, avoiding his lips when he tried to kiss her. There was something absurd about that. His prick could plumb her depths, but he couldn't kiss her.
"Better yet, just watch the TV and get hot. That's what it's for, you know. That's why your husband put it in."
"He didn't put that in. You did. Max Sawyer did. Not Paul."
"You talk too much when you're supposed to be fucking. You want to talk later, we'll talk. Right now, baby, we're fucking, get me?"
He bored hard into her, his long cock reaching the back of her cunt, prodding her cervix, making her wince with slight pain. She lay as still as she could on the heaving bed and let him fuck her. She wanted it over with. She wanted to get back to Miami and lock herself in the house and let Thorne handle all this. She didn't want any more to do with this damn motel. And she wanted nothing to do with Dan Dancer, ever again. Or Max Sawyer, if this was the kind of man he kept around him.
"Mom-oh, Mom," Roger gasped quietly.
She looked to the side. He and Rainey were there. The girl was on top of him, straddling his body, squatting over his prick. Her hands cupped her smallish, tight tits. Her head was tipped back. There was an expression on her face more fitting to her sultry beauty than Vera had seen yet.
"Mom…" Roger whispered again, a sound of perplexity in his tone, as if he couldn't quite believe how marvelous he felt with Rainey's pussy sliding up and down his cock.
Vera looked. The girl's cunt was facing her. She could see every fold and wrinkle, all the pinkness of her wet tissues, the way her son's prick slid in and out of the tight cunt mouth.
Roger's face was right next to hers. They were nearly kissing, they wert so close. She felt the thrill build in her son, and something built inside herself.
It was like the night with Dalton and Sally, when they flicked each other from a distance, gazing into -each other's eyes. And yet it wasn't quite the same.
She knew what it: was Roger had left and he had found someone else, and he-was ready to spurt into her pussy again. Any moment. Now…
Roger's eyes left hers. They swung towards Rainey. He and the girl watched each other come to climax with adoration thick enough to cut. "Rainey!" Roger cried.
He reached up with his hands. The girl fell against him. Their moans blended, and their bodies shuddered as they came at the same time, her pussy squeezing and sucking around his exploding cock.
"Christ!" Dancer grated with a sneer, watching them, too.
His expression was clear. It was disgusting to get emotional over a piece of ass. Cunts were for fucking, not falling in love with.
He plunged into Vera's pussy without a shred of tenderness, as if totally incapable of such an emotion.
"Ah!" Vera cried sharply, pain thudding through her body.
"That's what it's about baby," Dancer sneered. "Sensation. Pain or pleasure, it doesn't matter. They're two sides of the same coin. I'm going to enjoy teaching you that, just the way I taught Rainey. Yeah, I'm going to love being in business with you."
Vera tossed her head from side to side, barely able to hold back a wail of tenor. It was bad enough to have him flack her this time. The thought of seeing him ever again shot clear through her.
There was a scrape of shoe leather on the cement outside. Then a voice, smooth and bassy, filled the mom.
"What the hell's going on in here, Dan?"
CHAPTER NINE
Dancer jerked his head around. There was a terrible snarl on his lips. The expression faded when the man came into the roam and stood with his feet braced and his hands cocked on his hips.
Vera wanted to cry out with relief and shame bath. For a dizzying moment, she was swept back to the time eighteen years ago, when Paul had come into the room in just the same way and stopped the degrading fucking.
Dancer pulled his cock out quickly-so fast that her pussy tissues half clung to it and made her feel as if her cunt were being drawn inside out.
He sat on his legs and looked at the man. His expression was totally different-rather subservient. He was definitely no longer the dominant figure in the room. The man in the doorway was, and there hadn't even been a battle.
"Just having a little party here, Max," Dancer answered finally. He nodded towards the pretty girl who had come up behind the man. "You and Joyce come on in and join us, huh? Hey, do all the TVs work okay? I guess you were coming down the line checking them, huh?"
Max Sawyer ran his eyes over Vera's body, looking into her wet cunt for just a moment. He gazed at Roger and Rainey, who were still huddled together, prick and pussy joined.
Max was in his early forties. His build was good, his coloring tanned, with silvery patches in the hair at his temples. He looked as if he'd just stepped off his yacht. Bushy eyebrows were fierce at first, then paternal in appearance.
The girl behind him was a little older than Roger. Her hair was red-blonde, her features delicate and doll-like. She looked over his shoulder with wide green eyes and a perky, mischievous smile on her full lips.
After a long moment, Max stopped frowning, but his face stayed craggy. "They're all working fine, Dan," he said, coming into the room a little farther. "Who are these people? I thought I told you I didn't want any messing around on this deal, fella. Can't yow keep it in your pants at all any more? Rainey was supposed to solve that problem. That's why we saved her, wasn't it?"
"Hey, Max," Dancer said with a nervous laugh, spreading his hands out placatingly. "They were already in here tucking each other. Rainey and I just joined in, that's all." His eyes slid in their slits towards Vera, and the nastiness leaped from him, snarling and fanged, a split second of it meant only for her, telling her to be careful what she said to Max.