Your room is cozy and plushly carpeted, just like any decent bedroom back in the states would be. But the house's central air conditioning can't do much against the oppressive tropical atmosphere. You lie naked on top of your covers, tossing and turning, and sweating. The buzz of insects outside doesn't do much to lull you, either.
In the darkness, you hear your door click open and see a shadowy form slink inside.
"Are you awake?" comes Ms. Carte's voice.
"Yeah," you mumble.
She comes over and lies in your bed with you, uninvited. Not that you mind. She runs a hand idly up and down your bare chest.
"You're all sticky," she says. "You didn't start without me, I hope."
"It's the humidity..." you say.
Ms. Carte leans forward and in the moonlight, you see her dart out her tongue. You hiss in surprise as she runs it across your nipple, the wet surface as smooth as the inside of her pussy. She teases your nipple to hardness, savoring the thin coating of sweat on your heaving chest. You hold the crown of her head in your hands, enjoying the strange new pleasure.
Finally, wordlessly, Ms. Carte takes your hand in hers and guides it to her crotch. You realize that she isn't wearing anything below her blouse. Your fingers brush against the damp landing-strip of neatly-trimmed hair above her cunt. You sweep your fingers back and forth, tickling her, and eliciting low giggles. She moves your hand lower still, and your fingertips come into contact with the soft, warm, inviting wetness of her labia.
"Fuck me," she whispers directly in your ear as you finger her sloppy pussy. Your scalp tingles from the warmth of her breath against your eardrum.
You roll over, straddling her. You kiss her, mashing your lips to hers, merging your mouths into one. But just as you seat your cock inside of her and she gasps in sudden pleasure, your door opens again -- and Whitney enters the room.
"Tch-- geez, Ally!"
You groan, fucking yourself in and out of Ms. Carte's lewdly squelching cunt. Even being caught like this, you can't stop. You grip Ms. Carte's ass and spread her cheeks as she buries her face against your neck and bites her thumb.
"H-hi," you stammer. "Want to join in?"
"Of course I do, you stupid jerk! You should have invited me before starting!"
She climbs onto the bed, waddling across the mattress on her knees, to peer lovingly at the spot where your genitals are mated wetly with Ms. Carte's. She runs a palm up and down Ms. Carte's madly humping ass -- and then, without warning, she gives Ms. Carte a sharp spank.
"Ghh--!!" Ms. Carte chokes, but her pace quickens against you. Her roiling pussy clamps down around you and sucks your pulsing cock almost to her cervix. You turn your head to the side and suck one of her nipples into your mouth, nipping at the tender, delicate pink nubbin with your teeth.
"Nnngh--" Ms. Carte chokes, again. She's being overwhelmed, her pussy stuffed full of your hard, raw dick, her ass getting molested by Whitney's pervertedly curious hands, and your tongue swirling around her nipple. Only recently she was a virgin, and now she's getting worked over like a trained whore.
"Let's see how you like this," Whitney purrs. She jabs a thumb into Ms. Carte's cute little asshole and then twists it.
"Ugggfff--!!" Ms. Carte is delirious now, pain mixing with pleasure. You hug her curvy body close and jackhammer her cunt with deep thrusts. Your bed squeaks and your skin slaps against her as you bottom out inside her deepest parts.
"No fair," Whitney pouts. "I need some relief, too..."
"Come here," you beckon. She gets the message.
She circles around. You push Ms. Carte upright as she wiggles out of her bikini bottom. Swinging one leg over your head, Whitney straddles your face. Your nose fills with the tangy musk of her arousal. Her wet, horny pussy drips its love on your forehead, cheeks, eyes, and lips.
And then Whitney slams down, rubbing her slimy pussy directly against your face. Your let your mouth hang open and collect her nectar on your tongue as she rides you.
"Fuck, fuck!" she pants. She interlaces her fingers with Ms. Carte, keeping the two of them steady as they use you to get off. Ms. Carte grinds against you, taking you all the way, as Whitney luxuriates in the decadent pleasure of your lapping tongue.
You can't see it, but you can hear the wet, muffled mewls of Whitney and Ms. Carte sucking on each other's lips, violating each other's mouths.
Sweat, drool, and sexual emissions coat all three of you in various places as you lewdly mate, getting closer and closer to orgasm. Ms. Carte's hot cream coats your balls and pools on the sheets under you, ruining them. And Whitney's cream coats your face, pouring out too much for your overtaxed mouth to drink down. It runs in tiny streams down your temples and cheekbones. So too do Whitney and Ms. Carte's mingled saliva drips down in viscous ropes against your chest.
Neither of them have any shame as they soil you, your bed, your body.
Whitney's engorged, puffy labia begin to quiver and she cries out: "Ohhhh-- Oh fuuuuck!" She throws her head back and cums all over your face. This sets you off. You blow a thick load inside Ms. Carte's mature, spasming womb.
"Is he cumming? Get pregnant!" Whitney shouts. "Let him knock you up!! Let Ally knock you up!" All Ms. Carte can do in reply is cry out her own orgasmic delight. Whitney kisses her again as you empty every ounce of cock-juice you have inside that tight, hot, slutty hole.