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.