Then there was a slight stirring and a rustle from the couch. The first words Kevin emitted were unintelligible, but then he said in a sibilant whisper, "Sweetheart, let's fuck. I want to fuck you right now. I want my blood-swollen cock in your hot devouring pussy!"

"Say it again," Natalie mewled. "S-say you want to fuck me. Say it, and make my cunt jump!"

"I-I'm going to fuck you. That's it. Open your legs wide. Here, I'm coming in. Oooohhhhh!"

"Yes, oh you feel so big! It feels so Goddamn good, Kevin. Fuck! Oh, fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck it! Fuck my starving little cunt like you have never fucked it before."

Liz could feel the perspiration flowing freely on her body now beneath the softly falling folds of the nightgown. Down below she could feel her own hotly throbbing cunt softly tingling, and she pressed her pelvis out against the wall and began rubbing it against the cool wallpaper. But the feeling just would not stop! Nothing was clear to her. She understood nothing. She could not stop that warmly quivering sensation, and she felt in one flicker of coherent thought that she would do it! She had talked of satisfying herself, yes. Even Natalie had suggested it, but God! She had not dreamed of doing it like this while they were doing these vile things to each other only a few feet away.

Her own hands began to involuntarily massage the tensely straining whiteness of her tittles as though in a dream, trapping the warmly trembling nipples beneath her fingers and kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering mounds. Her left hand began to slide slowly along her perspiring body, down the flat plane of her curving sides, and across her stomach to rest on the thinly throbbing strands of her pubic hair. God, it felt good! She began to rub back and forth and up and down over the silky material.