Slowly, his hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through the soft, downy curls of her cunt, blazing a path toward the glistening pink slit between her legs. When he reached it, he placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of the softly glistening lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her tiny clitoris. He tweaked it once, twice, tantalizingly, sending more rivulets of warm liquid excitement trailing down her inner thighs. Then his finger went lower, lower, poised at the lips of her vagina, slipping inside now, burying it in again, withdrawing, slid in and out of her nakedly waiting cunt-hole and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations coursing through her flesh from his manipulations. Then Carl began again to talk to Lily in his droning, hypnotic voice.

"I want to fuck you baby, I want to fuck your hot little pussy like it's never been fucked before."

"No, Carl, no," she whimpered, trying weakly to push him away. But he just continued his incantation.

"I want to worm my finger deep up around in your tight little asshole while I'm fucking you, and I want you to do the same for me. Then you're going to suck my big, throbbing cock, suck it until you milk me dry, and then I'll push your legs back over your head and…"

On and on he intoned, and the words, the absolutely obscene sounds he was uttering – lashed Lily's marijuana-dazed mind into a swirling frenzy.

Oh Jesus, she wanted him to fuck her… to shove his finger up her asshole… to do all those lewdly exciting things he was saying! She didn't care about Eddie, her son, coming home, she didn't care about anything! She only felt the incredible heat coursing through her cunt, Carl's vile, lust-inciting words in her ears, the sight of his huge, pulsing cock jutting out from his hairy loins… that was all that mattered… she had to let him fuck her!