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!"