Vera heard the girl's sharp cry. She came put of her sensual fog enough to look at her son and see what he was doing. She watched his white cock stab between the tight cheeks of Sally's ass, and her emotions spun.
Dalton grunted and looked around. He watched Roger cornhole his wife. Then he looked down at Vera and grinned with thick lips.
Vera's heart caught in her throat. She felt his heavy, thick cock pulse and thud inside her pussy, and she knew exactly what was on his mind.
"Roger-you damn little fool!" she gasped a choked whisper.
Dalton grunted again and made his arms straight, preparing to lift off her body and pull his prick from her cunt and flip her over. Vera's asshole pulsed wildly with the way she imagined it would be.
He would tear her asshole open with that big prick of his. She'd never been fucked in her ass. It was too tight. This night would become another night of horror and pain if he rammed that pole up her butt, and she had to stop him.
She flung her arms around the thick back and clung to him. "No, no-don't take your prick out of my pussy, Dalton! I'm coming! I'm going to come! Ohhhhh, shove that big prick into me and make me come! Blast my pussy full, Dalton! Let me know what a young cock feels like again! It's been so long, so long!"
Dalton was surprised and pleased. He rammed forward, banging her cervix with his cockhead and nearly making her leap from her skin with the shock of it.
She flung her knees wide and wrapped her thighs around his, locking her ankles over his tossing, churning butt, pulling him into her. She bit her lower lip to stop from crying out with pain when he drilled to the end of her cunt again.
It was all right. She could take it. Anything was better than having him fuck her asshole. She pumped and heaved. She made her pussy suck and spasm wildly around his prick.
She felt wanton as hell. She'd never felt this way before. She sucked in her breath and did it again and again, conscious of trying every trick to make him come in her cunt-just as if she were the most brazen whore there was. And right in front of her son.
She looked at Roger. She licked her lips and felt her eyes go wide with surprise and something more-shame and lust mixed. There really were no secrets between them now.
"Yaaaaaagh!" Dalton bellowed suddenly.
Vera snapped her attention back to him. His cock swelled inside her cunt and filled it to bursting. She felt the wild throbbing and bucking. Then she felt the hot, hosing rush of sperm into her snatch, and something inside her responded.
"Oh, God!" she cried sharply.
She clung to him. She didn't want to. It was unthinkable that she'd hang from a crude, burly bastard who was really in the process of raping her.
But there was no denying the excitement he was giving her. His big cock was perversely thrilling. The way Paul had left her in such need for the past year had made it thrilling.
Her eyes popped open. She gasped and gasped. And then it hit her with terrible, shattering force.
"Ahhhhhhgh!" she screamed.
Her body shuddered violently. Her muscles crushed and spasmed. Her pussy sucked and shook around the monstrous prick inside it, and there was no way it could hold the gushing charge of his sperm and her cunt juices, too.
Sperm flowed from the lips of her pussy where his thick root had spread and flattened them. It trickled down the bottom of her crotch and puddled in her upturned whole and brought fierce sensation to her. For just a wild, fleeting moment, she wondered what it would be like to be fucked there, and then she was horrified with herself for even thinking about it.
Sally cried out sharply. Vera looked at the girl and got a good idea what it would be like.
Roger strained forward and shoved his prick all the way into the girl's butt. She opened her knees wide, bracing them on the floor. Her spine bowed, and her butt slanted up and back to take all the cock Roger was giving her.
She opened her little mouth and bleated with a surprisingly loud sound. She beat her little fists on the couch and shook her whole body as she came and came.
"Ahhhh! Eeeee! My ass! Right up my asshole! Dalton, it's wonderful! Honey, I didn't know! I'll do it with you from now on! God, I want your big cock up my asshole, baby! Ahhhhh!"
Vera saw Roger toss his head back and grimace with blissful agony. His face went beet red. His pelvis was thrust as far forward as he could make it go. It shook and shook as he spurted his load up the girl's ass.
When he was finished, he moaned and gasped and looked ready to black out. He caught himself and then looked directly into Vera's eyes, and it was just as if he'd come in her ass instead of Sally's.
Dalton lifted his shaggy head finally, having recovered from the tremendous orgasm Vera had so wantonly drawn from him. His wife was pawing at his hairy butt, nuzzling it with bet cheek, cooing and moaning. Dalton twisted his head around and watched her a moment, then grinned back at Vera.
"Now I'm gonna fuck your ass," he said to her.
Sally kissed his butt and sank her teeth gently into the flesh of it. "No, honey, no," she objected. "DO it in mine. I want you to, Dalton. All these other times when I wouldn't let you, it was because I was afraid of your big cock. But I can take it now, honey-I know I can. Oh, baby, let's go home now and do it I'm tired of trading fucks, Dalton. I just want you."
She pried his hairy buttcheeks apart and slipped her pink tongue between them, rimming his asshole with it. He gasped, and his prick began bowing up and stiffening again. Vera wanted to scream at the girl not to excite him any more after she'd just been so wanton about cooling him don.
She didn't have to. Something next to miraculous happened just then. The doorbell rang.
"It's Paul!" she cried tightly, stiff-arming Dalton from her chest. "It's my husband!"
A whole mixture of emotions ran through her. She didn't understand why Paul would be ringing the bell. He had a key. Even if he'd lost it, she didn't remember anybody's locking the door. Why was he ringing? Had he come in, seen them, and then gone out again, now giving her the chance to get decent so that they could both pretend nothing had been happening?
She felt frantic. She worked her way from under Dalton's body. She urged the others to dross quickly. She slipped into her panties and ran towards the bedroom for her robe.
When she came back, Roger was standing in the doorway. Dalton and Sally were gone. Roger was talking to a tall, solidly-built man. Or, rather, the man, was talking while Roger listened. There was a stunned expression on Roger's face, and fear clutched at Vera's heart.
She went up to them, conscious of the press of the man's uniform shirt, the glint of badge, the creak and shine of black leather about his waist that held a holstered gun. She saw the black and white squad car in the circular drive.
"Mrs. Hanson?" the man said, looking at her. "There's been an accident, Mrs. Hanson. May I come in?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Vera stood in the doorway. She watched the trooper get into the squad car and drive away. She hugged her shoulders with her hands, feeling chilled in the warm night-totally numb.
Paul was dead. She could say the words in her mind, but she couldn't comprehend them. His car had ma off the Overseas Highway linking the Florida Keys together. It had plunged into Indian Key Channel and become wedged between two submerged pilings. They had spent hours cutting him out of the car.
"God," she whispered softly. She pictured the bridge in her mind, small, high-humped, spanning the channel. She pictured Paul's car under the oily, night-dark surface of the water. She pictured him in it, stuck behind the wheel, his hair waving in the strong tide flowing through the channel between the Atlantic and the Gulf.
"Oh, my God!" she half screamed into the dark, warm, balmy night.
Roger's hands were on her shoulders. He pulled her back into the house and closed the door. He turned her around and looked at her. Then he hugged her tightly, seeming possessed of infinite comfort and sudden maturity.