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 motel: 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.