You and Ms. Carte try to watch the end of the movie, but you feel like you're losing focus. It was never that interesting to you, anyway -- the special effects leave a lot to be desired.
But when you try to excuse yourself for bed, Ms. Carte stops you by quickly swinging her legs over your lap, facing you. She grabs your cheeks and kisses you, and you mingle tongues for several long, luxurious moments before pulling away.
"It's been a few days," Ms. Carte says. Her voice is suddenly low and silken. "You haven't lost interest in me now that you've got younger girls to play with, have you?"
You kiss her again. Hopefully that should be answer enough. You're not good with expressing your emotions verbally.
"You know," Ms. Carte says. "I do need a sample of your -- erm, what does Vivian call it? Your essence..."
She grins devilishly and nuzzles you. Reaching down, she tugs at your zipper.
For someone who was so timid when at the start, she knows how to take the initiative now.
You push her hand away. "But... Vivian," you whisper. "Vivian's right there."
"Oh, forget it," Ms. Carte says, replacing her hand on your zipper. "I can't wait... and she sleeps like a kitten. Besides, weren't YOU the one who bruised her throat like that? Don't lie to me, now."
You give her a surprised look. In the semi-darkness of the living room, her eyes glint back at you. "Just lie back and think about science," she advises.
[ ] I don't think this is a good idea.
[X] NO BRAKES
There's a thing Ms. Carte does during foreplay: she runs her flattened palms up and down your chest while squirming in your lap and giving you the most lascivious eskimo kisses in human history. You suppose it's your fault, this last element of the equation -- you're the one who addicted her to them -- but whenever she pulls this move on you, you can't resist.
You lift your butt from the couch and tug your jeans down. Ms. Carte sheds her clothes as well, piece by piece, tossing them carelessly across the coffee table. First come her coat and blouse, then her bra -- revealing her smooth tummy and perfectly round tits. You gaze at her little pink nipples that you never get tired of sucking and biting. Her breasts are the perfect size and weight to toy with -- tender and bouncy in your groping hands, and with real heft to them. Ms. Carte has single-handedly drawn you away from being a militant DFC-only partisan.
You push your face against Ms. Carte's chest and swirl your tongue around her areolae -- first one and then the other. Mischievously, you're careful to deny her the pleasure of your wet tongue against the nipples themselves: instead you just puff some hot breaths against them, making them stiff and engorged in only moments.
Ms. Carte's neck muscles strain with frustration. She lets out a whine, a bit louder than is probably prudent.
"Don't tease me..." she begs.
You tease her anyway.
As she pulls off her pants, your hand snakes down to her quickly moistening underwear. The garment rubs against your stiffening cock as she writhes in your embrace. You let your fingers play across the cotton and feet the wet, pooling stain of her lust as it spreads. In the screen's dim light, you can see your dick glisten with your commingled fluids, and you haven't even begun yet.
"Fuck me," she says simply. "I need you inside me."
You grin. "I thought you wanted a sample of my semen for research? It won't do much good inside of you."
"That can wait for tomorrow," she groans. "I need your cum inside me tonight, it's been too long... and doesn't it feel better squirting it inside my womb instead of some test tube?..."
Ms. Carte gives a little gasp, and you think it must be half from hearing the lewd things coming out of her own mouth. Your cock surges with desire and, grunting, you tear her sodden panties from her waist. You toss the shredded article away, and it lands with a soft plop at the foot of the recliner where Vivian sleeps.
"Oh!" Ms. Carte cries at your sudden forcefulness. You twist her around in your lap to take her from behind.
"Yes," she purrs. "Put it in... put it in..."
You tease her just a little more, sliding your dick between her slick, healthy thighs a few times. The feeling of her dripping labia rubbing against the dickhead is toe-curlingly delicious -- and soon you feel the same burning fuck-lust she does. Your temples throb and your jaw clenches. You need to bury your cock to the hilt inside of her, right now. You need to feel her cunt around you.
You hold her around the waist and guide her slowly up. In the gap that forms between her ass and your thighs, you can see your cock in silhouette, huge and angry compared to Ms. Carte's mature -- but unbelievably tight -- pussy. The lips cling to your cock and refuse to let go, despite the ample lubrication.
Ms. Carte's knees are hooked over your lap, bowed out, and every time you fuck yourself into her, her legs bounce limply. Even though she's on top, you completely control the flow of the action. She's just along for the ride. You raise her up with both hands and then slam her back down, roughly, again and again. The wet sound of your flesh slapping together echoes through the quiet house. So do Ms. Carte's satisfied moans and whinnies.
Soon, you catch motion in your peripheral vision and glance to your side.
Vivian has thrown off her quilt. Sitting on the recliner, naked, she uses one hand to hold Ms. Carte's soiled panties to her face, huffing deeply. The other hand masturbates furiously, pinching and rubbing an erect little clitoris at the top of her bare slit.
Ms. Carte hasn't noticed yet: her head is bowed down and her eyes are tightly shut. You stare at Vivian, smiling evilly, as you fuck Ms. Carte deeper than ever
Vivian, locking eyes with you, responds by rubbing her little cunny even faster. The sound of her inhalations is almost as loud as the obscene mating between you and Ms. Carte.
Suddenly, Vivian throws the panties aside and falls to her knees. You watch her with perverted interest as she crawls on all fours, like a bitch in heat, to the foot of the couch.
Her nose is practically touching Ms. Carte's steaming cunt before she opens her eyes and notices.
"V-vivian," she stammers. She tries to pull off of you, embarrassed, but you hold her firmly about the waist and won't let her escape.
"Oh God, Vivian... what are you doing..." Ms. Carte mutters. She draws her hand to her mouth and bites her knuckles, powerless to put brakes on this.
Vivian starts lapping at the two of you where you're mated, like a kitten at a bowl of milk, drinking down your juices. Her tiny throat bulges as each gulp makes its transit to her waiting stomach. Her face smeared with slop and sweat, Vivian is drinking down your precum and Ms. Carte's cream like ambrosia.
Vivian's lapping becomes a wanton sucking as she covers Ms. Carte's pussy with her entire mouth. You can feel Ms. Carte orgasming around you, over and over, her insides becoming searingly hot and milking your cock.
"We s-s-shouldn't be d-doing thissss... ungf..." Ms. Carte tries to protest. But even as she says this, she stares with unbridled lust at Vivian's cute little face -- that cute face with its lips currently curled into a whorish suckling shape.
"We have to stop-- you're t-too young..."
"Oh, but you love it, don't you?" you breathe into her ear. "Come on, her mouth feels really good, doesn't it? Let her make you cum."
"It-- ah-- ahh-- FUCK!" Ms. Carte shrieks. "I'M CUMMING! OH FUCK!"
That was enough to wake up the neighborhood. And enough to make you cum, too. You pump Ms. Carte's pussy full of the jizz she wanted so much. The excess sprays out from around your throbbing dick and splatters against Vivian's face.
Vivian stares intently up at Ms. Carte as she suckles, licks, and inhales the fruits of your lovemaking. She might have the body of a little girl, but she has the mind of a depraved slut. She wipes the cum from her face and, moving her hand down, rubs it sensually into her puss. She quickly brings herself off to a cute, shivering orgasm of her own.
Ms. Carte watches this, her mouth rounded into a wide O as she cums a final time -- and then she collapses against you, exhausted from the sheer debauchery of it all.
The last thing you see as you doze off is Vivian squirming around on the living room floor, still masturbating. She takes Ms. Carte's ruined panties from the ground and huffs them again, rolling around like a sow in mud as she rubs the cum and cunt juices all over her pale, frail, naked body.