On a certain sweltering evening in the late summer, you lie on your back on Whitney's bed with her riding your hard cock. She always cranks the thermostat way up before she fucks you so it gets as hot and humid as a jungle in her room during the sex act. She likes to trap the body heat and really work up a sweat when you fuck. She likes to feel it dripping off your bodies, likes the way it makes you slide frictionlessly back and forth against each other, likes the sticky feeling of wet sheets beneath her when you're on top. And she absolutely loves the smell of pheromones saturating the torrid air.
It would be a perfectly normal evening... if not for the fact that her mother is here too, kissing Whitney lewdly and rubbing Whitney's clit for her.
What started as a wholesome visit from Dr. Carte to your house to watch movies together as a family has turned into a mother-daughter threesome, not that you're complaining. Beads of Whitney's perspiration pearl on her suntanned body, run down it in streams and drip in fat dollops onto your bare chest, as her hot cunt makes slurping noises against your fat dick, and Dr. Carte strokes the point where you're joined. There's no doubt that Dr. Carte is skilled with her hands. She uses one to masturbate her daughter, and one to sweetly massage your testicles. Her brow is furrowed in focus, and she's doing her best to make sure you orgasm at the same time; that you shoot your seed inside her little girl and that her little girl cums around your twitching cock. She's just as naked as Whitney. The downy landing strip above her vulva is matted down with her need, and her womanly cunt leaking on Whitney's bedspread. Playing with you two always gets her going.
Playfully, she leans forward, and bites Whitney's nipple. This draws a pained hiss from the younger woman, then a peal of laughter, and her pussy tightens nicely around you with her surprise. "Mom, don't do that!"
"Why not? Your titties are way too fun to play with."
Dr. Carte punctuates this by running her hands across the globes of Whitney's size B tits, mashing them with the heels of her palms and rubbing them in rough circles around the areolae. This extremely heavy petting, or more like outright groping, makes Whitney throw her head back in a wincing shudder.
"I am so gonna get even with you for that!" She insists to her mother, even as she humps your prick with renewed energy.
"I look forward to it."
"I'm gonna sit on your face and make you suck Ally's cum out of my twat."
"That's not meant to be a punishment, is it?"
They briefly kiss before Whitney answers her mother: "no... I just like the way it feels..."
"Good. I like the way it tastes... I'll be happy to drink Alabaster's sperm out of your pussy for you. I'll drink your cum, too..."
They kiss again, more lingering and lewd. All this nasty talk between the two women has you almost ready to cum. It's too soon to cum, you want to enjoy yourself and draw it out... but you can't hold yourself back. You're too hot all over and your dick is feeling way too good inside Whitney. It's almost like she makes a game of trying to get you to orgasm more and more quickly each time you put your dick in her. She's so insatiably hungry for the feeling of your cum in her that she always wants it as soon as possible. Whitney, who tries so hard to present herself to the world as a serious, high-minded CEO, is privately a complete bitch for your cock -- and she loves it.
"Mmm," Dr. Carte moan-whispers in Whitney's ear. "I think Alabaster is getting close..."
"Uh huh," Whitney moans back. "I can feel his dick getting bigger inside me~"
"Lucky girl," Dr. Carte says, punctuating it with a pinch to her girl's clit that makes her giggle. "But that's not good, is it?" Dr. Carte fixes you in her gaze. "You don't want to be a quickshot, do you, young man?"
"I..." you grunt. "...Fuck... I can't help it..."
Dr. Carte uses her fingertips to tickle your nuts with frustratingly light circular motions. "Quickshot, quickshot," she repeats in a lilting tone. "Is my daughter's pussy really that good?"
"Yesss," you hiss.
"Well then." Dr. Carte laughs huskily. "If it's that good, do what you have to... cum inside her, then."
You tilt your head back and grab Whitney's hips and begin to pound upwards into her clamping cunt like you'll never fuck again. The meaty thwacking of it is nearly deafening.
Whitney, voice vibrating as you use her for stress relief, tells her mom: "I-it's f-f-f-fine..." She links hands with Dr. Carte and adds: "w-w-we'll k-ee-eep us-ing h-h-im aft-errr h-he c-c-cums--"
"Oh my," Dr. Carte says, putting a hand to her lips. "You don't want to tire the poor boy out, do you?"
"Oh y-yessss I d-dooo," Whitney says.
Even as she says this, you're losing your nut inside her, and Dr. Carte is massaging it out with one hand gently kneading your testicles. The sperm runs sloppily out of Whitney's hole and down over her mother's busy palm.
Once you're done spewing your load, Dr. Carte pulls her hand away and licks the mess off it. She swallows it greedily, and smiles while she does.
You lie there on your back enjoying the afterglow, and the slow little tremors of Whitney's insides around your still oozing dick.
Dr. Carte frenches her daughter while Whitney milks out these last dregs of your cum. "If you intend to wring him dry, I hope you find it in your heart to share him..." she tells Whitney.
"Of course. I'm not selfish." Their tongues entwine and swap saliva for a few moments.
Dr. Carte pulls back. "I hope you intend to share him right now, is what I mean."
"Heeh. Yeah -- sure..."
She swings one leg up and dismounts you. Strands of your jizz spiderweb off her little pussy lips and then snap as she rises to her knees. You try to rise with her, but Dr. Carte's hands are on your bare chest, pushing you back into the damp sheets, and then she's atop you.
"Give me a couple--" you begin.
"Shut up," Dr. Carte says. "Fuck me."
"I just--"
"I don't want to hear it. If you can cum inside my little girl, you can definitely cum inside me, too. Stop whining."
You shiver uncontrollably as Dr. Carte slips her mature pussy around your over-sensitive prick. She's really serious about it -- no rest for the weary.
Whitney curls three fingers into her puffy cunt and lazily masturbates for a minute or two while Dr. Carte establishes a steady rhythm on you. The give and plumpness of Dr. Carte's ass and thighs is nice padding for her weight pressing down on you, which is a fair bit heavier than her daughter was. It's sort of smothering, being ridden like this. But it's a gentle smother. You kind of like it. The commingled fluids from your mating session with Whitney provide extra lubrication inside Dr. Carte's already wet cunt, and you slide in and out with a delicious ease that soothes the sensitivity of your refractory period.
"Play with me, too," Dr. Carte says, half a command, half a plea. She takes your wrist and guides your hand to her massive, swaying udders. Her big pink nipples are too inviting to ignore, and you enjoy alternating between them, teasing them, which makes her grimace in pleasure.
Whitney cums hard as she watches you screwing Dr. Carte. She leans way back on one hand and sprays you both with her squirting cunt, like an animal marking territory. She does it just for the sheer, depraved hell of it, it seems. You and Dr. Carte only laugh as she hoses you down. What's a little more wetness in this sweltering sweatbox that already reeks of sex?
Having had a nice orgasm of her own, Whitney scoops your jizz from out of her pussy. She pinches her thumb and fingers together and dangles her hand above her upturned face, letting the slimy jism seep off the tips and over her flattened tongue. When she's got it all in her mouth, she closes her lips and makes rather a show of swirling it around, like using mouthwash. And then she circles around, grabs the back of her mother's head with her cum-slick hand, and locks lips with her. Mother and daughter snowball your cum between them, mewling and cooing their enjoyment.
"You naughty girl," Dr. Carte says gently, as she continues fucking you. "Alabaster made you into such a whore, didn't he."
Whitney nods. "Uh huh... and he made you a whore, too..."
Dr. Carte licks a dollop of your jizz off her daughter's lips. "How should we punish him?"
Whitney steals your cum back from her mother's mouth. "With our pussies, of course..." she whispers.
Dr. Carte's flattened hands form a diamond on your chest, and she presses down with all of her surprisingly considerable strength. She begins to hump you like a woman gone mad. You thought they were just talking dirty, but no, Dr. Carte is really trying to punish you with her pussy. These demented girls are using you as their living dildo, and you don't think you'll be getting free from this hard use anytime soon...
Whitney, returning Dr. Carte's favor of earlier, reaches between her mom's legs and plays with her clit while she rides you. Dr. Carte grins at her appreciatively. The extra stimulation makes her already swampy insides turn swampier. If you had to rate the differences between their two pussies, you would say Whitney's is tighter and more skilled at milking you; but Dr. Carte's is softer and hotter, and somehow more inviting. You can't put one above the other -- mother and daughter alike are a joy to nut in.
And so you are. Without realizing that it's coming, you're cumming. Your snarl in delirious pleasure and squirt Dr. Carte full, just like that. She keeps bearing down on you, riding you at a blistering pace, your dirty cum splattering all over in fat droplets. Your searching mouth finds one of her nipples and suckles while you sperm her. She pets your hair like encouraging a favored pet.
She gets off of you as soon as you're done orgasming inside her. You turn, rise to hands and knees, desperately try to crawl away. But Whitney is already after you. She grabs your ass and spreads it open and dives in, rimming you out while jerking your cum-coated prick with both her small, athletic hands. You shudder and groan, muscles weak. Meanwhile, Dr. Carte, sitting on her knees, strokes your chin. "Where do you think you're going?"
You respond only with ragged breaths and moans. Whitney's tongue inside your asshole leaves you utterly unable to speak. She's practically licking your prostate. And her corkscrewing hands are keeping your dick horny and hard while she orally services you.
Dr. Carte finally grants you a brief respite, though. She takes Whitney by the hand and guides her around. You fall prone, your muscles finally failing, you dick twitching.
Dr. Carte sits on her butt, resting against the bed's headboard. Whitney is on her back, head lying in Dr. Carte's lap. Dr. Carte reaches down and spreads Whitney's legs akimbo, beckoning you.
"Let's do a Fibonacci sequence," Dr. Carte says. "You came inside Whitney once, and then me once... now, cum inside Whitney twice... and so forth."
And so forth. 'So forth' would be... Dr. Carte 3 times, Whitney 5 times... Dr. Carte 8 times... it only gets more horrific from there.
And yet Whitney's wet, twitchy, tiny little cunt and asshole, being presented to you by her leering mother, are so tempting that you would happily accept this sweetly painful dick-punishment.
You get on top of Whitney and fuck your still turgid dick to the root up her hungry twat. She gazes lovingly up at you; you hold Dr. Carte's shoulders for balance while you fuck. Whitney coos and sighs like a little girl, a dreamy smile on her lips. You and Dr. Carte make out over her.
"Is this really punishment?" Dr. Carte wonders aloud. "Maybe we're being too nice to you, Alabaster... maybe we're rewarding this perverted dick instead of punishing it, huh?"
"Yeah..." you pant, like a horny dog. "Yeah, you are."
"That's okay," Dr. Carte says. "You're rewarding our perverted pussies, too..."
Whitney giggles. "Being perverted is fun, isn't it?"
"Extremely," Dr. Carte agrees. She thinks for a moment, then: "Baby, would you do me a favor? Would you eat me while Alabaster fucks you?"
Whitney is more than happy to oblige. You help turn her onto her stomach, and Dr. Carte spreads wide for her daughter's access. As you fuck Whitney doggy style, she feasts on Dr. Carte's motherly cunt. It's a meal Whitney clearly enjoys, because it has her pussy juicing up and cumming around your thrusting prick. You make out some more with Dr. Carte as you shoot your third load of the night directly inside Whitney.
Your head and shoulders slump, and you stop pumping. Dr. Carte isn't happy: "come on, now. You owe Whitney another load, young man."
You stare upward now, at the ceiling, silently praying for strength.
Dr. Carte cums messily all over Whitney's face as you dutifully begin round four. Whitney drinks it up with the same gusto she drank down your cum too. She loves eating cum: from a dick or from a pussy, it doesn't matter. After so many orgasms, your cock is tender almost to the point of soreness, and you can tell Whitney's pussy is the same way. You've been battering it for the better part of two hours with your massive dick, and what began the night as an almost painfully vice-tight orifice is beginning to go slack and bruised. Who's going to break first, you wonder: you, or Whitney and Dr. Carte? Maybe you'll all break -- maybe you'll fuck yourselves into a broken stupor, your cock drained and useless, Whitney and her mother broken way up deep inside. Maybe your dick will snap and their wombs will bruise. But it'll feel so good getting there that you no longer care. They don't, either. You all just want to fuck forever.
Dr. Carte presses her thighs down around Whitney's ears and begins to ride her face. "How did she get so good at eating pussy?" she asks you.
"Lots of practice," you grunt.
"I can tell," Dr. Carte purrs. "I guess she does take after me, after all..."
"You like eating pussy too?" You ask.
She kisses you tenderly. "It's an acquired taste... but yes... I like genitals, Alabaster -- and making them all excited with my tongue... gender doesn't particularly matter."
"Whitney really does take after you," you say. You stare into Dr. Carte's eyes. Then, spine going stiff -- "Ohhh fffuck-- oh, I'm cumming again--"
"So virile..." Dr. Carte breathes. She roots her tongue around in your mouth while you sperm Whitney once again, adding to the pool of milky slop inside her, while she herself tongues out her mother's gash.
You pull out with a wet plop, your dick still hard, but its nerves singing out for mercy. This is surely a violation of the Geneva Conventions. You clasp a sweaty palm to your sweaty forehead. But soon Dr. Carte's sweaty tit meat is pushing it away, and she's forcing her sweaty nipple into your mouth again. She's mounting you while you're defenseless, and before you can put up a protest, she's slipping your prick into her.
"Three for me now," she says in a deep, needful tone. "Don't pass out on me, now..."
She begins to slide wetly up and down on you. You're dripping, she's dripping, you feel like you've lost two pounds just through your pores and dick already.
Whitney stands upright on the mattress, having difficulty balancing but managing. She spreads her sopping, jizz-splattered pussy with both thumbs, juts her hips forward, and presses herself to her mother's face. "Quid pro quo," Whitney says. "That's biz lingo."
Dr. Carte latches her mouth on Whitney's cunt and starts to suck. All the while she gyrates and writhes and fucks your prick. You're woozy, seeing stars... but neither of them are showing any similar signs of tiredness. It's going to be a long night.