Vera looked into Joyce's green eyes. They were mocking her. The pretty smile and the round tits and the pussy she knew was bald-they all mocked her. Rainey slipped gracefully into the house and cast doe eyes on Roger, then slid into his arms. They kissed hungrily, as if they were already alone.
"Well, if it isn't Thorne!" Joyce cried, all bubbly innocence. "We didn't know you'd be here."
"Now, I'll just bet you didn't," Thorne said levelly.
Vera looked at Joyce. She felt as if she'd been hit with a hammer. That wasn't innocence bubbling through her! That was calculated cunning!
Vera shook her head. Everything was coming so clear, so clear. And it was all happening at once. The clarity was frightening. All that yesterday-• every moment of it had been planned. They had used her and used her, just as they'd been using Roger and were going to use him again-trying to buy both of them with sex!
"What do you want here?" Vera demanded.
"Easy, Mom," Roger said, holding Rainey, feeling her lit. "These are my guests. You've got yours, I get mine."
"Why are you looking so grumpy, honey?" Joyce said to Thorne. "You always look grumpy. Don't you get enough pussy? It's not my fault if you don't." She smiled sweetly at Vera. "I was hoping you wouldn't be busy, honey. Mmmm, I came over to see you again. Why don't you tell Mr. Grump to go home?"
Vera shuddered slightly. "Thorne, take me away from here."
Joyce gave an innocent giggle and switched her butt down the hail after Rainey and Roger. She'd done her damage. It was time for fun.
Thorne led Vera onto the lanai. She shut off the lights, leaving them in near darkness. They sat on a glider that hung from a ceiling rafter. A boat slid soundlessly along the cut towards the bay, its running lights soft in the inky night.
"You've gotten the treatment," Thorne said, holding her tightly.
"Don't ask me, Thorne.
"I don't have to, Vera. I already know."
She looked through the dimness at him and felt her heart swell. It had happened to him, too. He knew. He forgave her. "Oh, Thorne!" she cried softly. "Hold me, kiss me! Tell me everything's going to be all right!"
They slid together, their mouths searching and hungry. She was astonished by her abandon with him, and then she didn't care any more.
She felt his hand come to her tit and fondle it, and her pulse raced. It wasn't like the past week. There was so much more. They didn't even have to talk, because each of them felt the same things.
He knew he didn't have to play games, go slow. He angled her down on the glider, and she went willingly, hungrily, feeling her pussy already going slick and damp.
"Ohhhh, Thorne…" she whispered, taking his sturdy body in her arms, making his weight crush her and hold her down so that she wouldn't fly apart.
Thorne tried to lift up after a moment. "Honey, this is no good. They're in there. It'll make it cheap and tawdry."
"No, darling-not cheap. Because it's with you. Don't you understand that? You make it right and good."
"It's not only them, Vera. It's Paul, too. You haven't had enough time-"
"I've had a year, Thorne. I expect you know that, too. And anyway, he's gone. It can't matter to him, Thorne. It only matters to us, and I need you desperately. Oh, darling, hold me and-and fuck me!"
"Vera!" he gasped.
She felt his cock stretch and fill. It pushed into the side of her hip. She reached for it and held it in her hand. It was as solid and good as the rest of him.
"Vera, marry me-tomorrow, 'he gasped.
She nearly laughed. Not cruelly. It just sounded too righteous, even for him. "You can fuck me, Thorne," she said, smiling impishly.
"Oh, God, I want to. I've wanted to for a long long time, Vera. You know that. You know I love you. But it's more than that. We've got to save everything. We both owe it to him, you know that."
"Oh, yes-yes!" she cried happily, flinging her arms around his neck, finding refuge in his strength, freedom from the worries and the decisions.
Her leg stretched down the length of the glider. Her other one dangled over the edge. Her foot slid over the floor as the glider swung gently.
She took his hand brazenly. She put it up under her dress and placed it over her pussy. She lifted her cunt up, tipping it, letting the warmth of his hand wash over her snatch.
"Darling, fuck me, fuck met Don't make us wait any longer. We've-waited long enough, Thorne. Oh, if I hadn't been married to him, darling, you'd have had no rest at all, do you know that?"
"Yes, I felt it. 'I knew it. I'm glad you didn't let us. You were right, Vera. It would have been dirty and cheap while he was still alive. God, God-your cunt's so hot!"
"That's what Roger Said. Oh, Thorne. "Forget what Roger said. Forget whatever's happened to you, Vera. It doesn't matter. It's over. It isn't going to happen any mare. I won't let it,"
"God, fuck me!" she cried in a strained whisper.
She tossed her skirt to her waist, impatient with him. She lifted her rump from the cushioned glider and shoved her panties down and off.
She passed her hand over her pussy and loved the look in his eyes as he stared at the youthful slimness of her body.
"God…" he breathed softly.
He didn't have to be urged any more. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. His prick was sturdy and stiff, solid, like all of him. He came over her, pressing against her.
Vera wrapped her leg around his butt and pulled him to her. She lifted and searched with her pussy. She caught the head of his cock in her cunt mouth and let out a moan of joy.
He pressed downward, doing it slowly, letting their first union be smooth and right and full of inch-by-inch awareness and sensation.
"I love you, I love you!" she cried softly, clinging to him.
"I love you, too, darling. Oh, Vera-wonderful! Soft and slick and warm and-just right!"
"It's goad, Thorne. It isn't cheap!"
"A million dollars. Pure gold. Not cheap, darling, not cheap."
Her pussy spasmed and shook. It went frictionlessly slippery as her cunt oils seeped from her pussy wails and bathed his stiff prick, easing his way into her hole.
He reached deep ane held his cock there. His balls were warm and furry in the crack of her ass. She loved it. She loved everything about it. Her pulse hammered violently, and she knew that fucking with him was much, much more than just the tactile thrill of prick in wet pussy.
She felt a slight astonishment with the ease with which she could open herself to him. Not just her pussy. Her whole being. She had loved her husband. But Paul was barely cooled in his grave. Was she that fickle, that unprincipled?
It wasn't quite that way. Thorne was himself, and yet he was an extension of Paul, too. She knew, deep down, that Paul would approve of this.
If he had thought about his heart and the possibility that he might die, he would surely have thought about the man she would take up with next. And she knew he had, thought about Thorne as being the one.
Yes, Paul would approve. Knowing that allowed her to open her pussy wide for him and to give herself to him wholly. Not just the part of herself she had given the others-the use of her cunt. But all her being.
"Thorne… oh, Thorne!" she cried happily, clinging to him, loving his weight against her.
Her pussy walls fluttered and squirmed. They sucked at his trick and drew it in so tightly he could barely fuck in and out of her cunt. When he did, the sensation was excruciating.
"God, Vera…" he gasped.
His hands moved over her body. They felt her tits. They smoothed down the naked sides of her hips and explored her thighs. They cupped under her buttcheeks as he lifted her pussy up around his prick.
His lips came against hers. Their mouths opened, their tongues tangling and probing, tasting of each other. She ran her hands down his broad back, over his firm asscheeks, feeling them move as he pumped his hips and flicked his prick into her cunt.