Chapter 5 - Chapter 5

And the conclusion of last chapter's sex scene. There will probably be one more chapter, the epilogue, after this, and then this story will once again be complete.

Content: ff, light sm, fingering, fisting

Max stopped a foot or two away, sank to her haunches and took a few seconds to watch the other two. Carmine winked at her, but Rose was in no position to even notice her presence with Carmine holding her chin in one hand while she attacked her lips at the same time that her other hand continued to maul her breasts. Max, who was familiar with the was Carmine kissed -- all intensity and with that seeming lack of need for breath -- knew that Rose would have little attention to spare beyond all the overwhelming sensations.

So, Max inched closer, thinking about what she could do. She ran a hand over a stocking-clad leg, which didn't cause any reaction beyond a possible increase in moans even as her fingers skimmed up over the girl's knee and thigh and reached the edge of her skirt. Max came to a decision and smiled to herself. She sat down across the Rose's legs and worked at her skirt, finding it difficult to undo the buttons with the girl's less-than-ideal position.

Finally, even with Rose's squirming legs, they popped open and Max could, with some effort, pull the skirt down, revealing her frilly black panties. Even in the half-light of the room Max could see the darker damp spot in them, and she kept her gaze fixed there even as she pulled down the boots together with the skirt. When she reached out and pressed her thumb against the spot there was a reaction from Rose, a jerk of her hips that pressed her cloth-covered heat hard against Max's hand and a muffled squeak.

Max grinned to herself. Carmine had said that it was time for Rose's reward, and she seemed to be occupied with the girl's upper half, so it was only natural that Max should pay attention to her other end. With that thought, Max's hands once again skimmed up Rose's pale legs, feeling the goosebumps form on her skin along the way until she reached the waistband of her panties. After another moment of struggling against her twitching body, she pulled the panties down to her thighs, pulling the stockings along.

Max licked her lips as she watched the girl's newly-revealed pussy, It was clear that she had been plenty excited for some time; the lips were pink and puffy and covered in her wetness, and each time Max's grip on her legs slackened she rubbed her thighs together, clearly desperate for stimulation even as Carmine mauled her upper body. Max jus stared for a while, a buzz beginning again between her own legs at the sight and the sounds that the girl was making under Carmine's attentions, until she finally shook herself.

She could do more than simply watch.

She quickly pulled the panties and stockings down the rest of the way, freeing Rose's legs and then quickly kneeling down again to trap those legs between her own. Rose didn't really struggle, though her legs kept moving unconsciously, every movement against Max's excited center sending little jolts of pleasure through her.

It was nice, but it wasn't her goal at the moment. She returned her hands to just above the girl's crotch, rubbing her thumbs over the soft, completely bare skin there, before gliding down and slowly pushing her thighs apart to gain access to that pretty pussy.

Max ran two fingers over the swollen skin, along either side of her clit and down over her blushing lips. That caused a groan, which Carmine quickly turned into a yelp with a twist of the girl's bused nipple. At this point, if it had been Carmine working on her, Max would have expected a couple of teasing comments, but Carmine's mouth was otherwise occupied at the moment, wrestling with Rose's.

Still, it seemed appropriate at this step in the seduction -- if you could still call it seduction at this point, the girl seemed to be willing to go along with anything -- and Max found she liked being on the other side for once.

"She has a really pretty pussy," she said, trying to make it a purr like Carmine's and finding to her satisfaction that her voice was husky with arousal.

She couldn't tell if Rose heard her, but she could see a smile in Carmine's eyes.

Emboldened, she added a third finger to her efforts, sliding it along Rose's dripping slit a few time before slowly pressing harder. It slid inside easily as Rose's nether lips parted eagerly and enveloped the digit in her wet heat.

***

Carmine watched Max around the side of Rose's face. She didn't break the contact of their lips, enjoying the sharps gasps and squeaks of the girl into her mouth far too much, but tried to signal to Max with her eyes that she approved of her initiative. As the older girl began to thrust her fingers in and out of their newer conquest's pussy, the scent of excitement filling the air, Carmine felt a sense of satisfaction that only increased her excitement.

Max had done well this night. Not only in playing with the new girl -- Carmine had had confidence in that since their early encounter with Max's roommate -- but also in the pursuit and seduction of the girl they were playing with. It was clear that Max enjoyed it, too. She would be a good helper for the future.

A sharp squeak brought Carmine out of her musings. She realized that Max was now pumping the girl's pussy with three fingers, and that, combined with Carmine's ongoing rough claiming of her mouth and sharp nails digging into her breasts, was clearly becoming overwhelming to the goth girl. She was gasping and moaning erratically and squirming so hard that only Carmine's strong grip on her chin and around her body, and the fact that Max was sitting on her legs, was keeping her mostly in place. It was captivating, and Carmine made sure to keep up her own efforts -- Max followed her lead and only increased the speed of her thrusts -- as the girl surrendered to her climax.

Soon, with a high-pitched moan that only stopped because she ran out of breath, the girl went limp in Carmine's grasp, her arms twitching feebly and her tongue barely moving against Carmine's at all. Max paused briefly in her efforts and withdrew her fingers from the girl's eager slit, holding them up to her nose.

Carmine's night vision was good enough that even in the half-light of the private room she could clearly see that the dark skin of Max's arm was wet all the way past her wrist.

"We have a squirter!" Max said, her attempt at an aloof tone cracking a little in her excitement.

Carmine briefly broke the kiss. "Well, keep going then. Let's see if you can get some more from her. I think she deserves a little more of a reward, don't you?"

Max looked at her soaked hand and licked her fingers.

"I agree," she said, smiling. "But maybe change position? This way hurts my wrist."

"Hmm... Okay." Carmine gave Rose's nipple another sharp twist, which barely made her twitch, and then picked up her limp body and deposited her on her back on the pool table.

She looked at the sprawled-out form for a second, taking in the wet thighs and the smudged make-up, and came to a decision.

"That top should go," she said, "I want to see her all the way naked."

She didn't feel like carefully maneuvering the girl's arms out of her top, so she took the material in both hands and tore it apart in a quick movement, then let the scraps of frilly material flutter to the floor.

"Oh, she looks good like that," Max said admiringly.

Carmine had to agree. The girl's pale skin and black hair contrasted nicely against the dark red surface of the pool table.

"I like the way her cute little fucked-out pussy looks like this, all nice and red."

Carmine and Max admired their conquest for a few moments, until the girl began to stir slowly again, emerging from her post-orgasmic bliss.

"I think she could use another round," Max said, stroking a slow-moving foot.

"Let's get to it, then."

Carmine hopped onto the table by the girl's head and, as those mascara-rimmed eyes blinked open, took the girl's delicate chin in her hand and turned her face toward her.

"Mwuh?" the girl mumbled, but Carmine didn't give her time to get her bearings. She bent down and captured her lips again, then ran her hand into the girl's hair and gripped it hard enough to hurt.

The yelp as Rose came fully back to consciousness sent a bolt of pleasure straight to Carmine's cunt. It was good to have found a girl who liked this kind of play. Max wasn't really into it, and while that didn't mean that Carmine couldn't torment her a little sometimes, it was always sweeter when the object of her attentions enjoyed it as well.

Carmine slowly but unstoppably tightened her grip and bent the girl's head backward, exposing her pale throat. As she returned her attention to a nipple with a vicious pinch, she moved her mouth down to that neck and began running her tongue and nipples all over it. The yelps and moans that filled the air now that Rose's mouth was finally unoccupied were music to her ears.

A sharp intake of breath a few moments later, and the way Rose suddenly arched her back to lift herself of the surface of the table, indicated that Max had resumed her activities at the girl's other end.

***

Max had watched for a few moments as Carmine had started in again on the girl before she had even fully come back to herself, but when Rose's shouts began filling the room she gave in to the desire to have her hands on the new girl again.

She clambered up onto the table, between the girl's squirming legs. She took hold of one leg and held it down, then knelt down with her own pussy just over the girl's knee. When she ran her hands up the thigh, the girl's twitching made her press her knee against Max's needy pussy just right. She enjoyed the sensation for a few moments as she looked down at the pale, slim body and decided what to do. Then she bent down.

Her tongue found the girl's belly button. There was a glittering silver piercing there, and Max ran the tip of her tongue over it, flicking it this way and that. She wasn't sure, but she thought that maybe the moans increased in volume. She smiled as she looked up along the girl's body, just barely able to see between her breasts to watch Carmine's mouth working on her exposed throat, nipping and nibbling at it.

She watched for a few minutes, the girl's knee pressing against her clit enough to slowly build up her pleasure but not to bring her to orgasm. When she reached a plateau in her pleasure, as the girl's belly button and stomach were covered in saliva, she returned her attention to Rose's pleasure.

Her hands ran up those squirming thighs again, to the still-wet junction. Her fingers teased at the swollen pussy lips, Rose's body responding instantly to every touch. Finally, as the fingers of both her hands were covered in Rose's wetness, there was a pleading, "Please..." audible between the gasps and sounds of pain and pleasure.

"Please what?" Max teased, lifting her mouth from Rose's stomach as she very slowly ran a finger up and down her slit.

"Please!" Rose gasped again, canting her hips and thrusting her pussy towards Max's fingers as much as she could.

"Oh?" Max teased, purring in imitation of Carmine. She didn't often get the opportunity to act like this. Whenever she was with Carmine, it was always very clear that Carmine was in charge. "You want me to fuck you again?"

"Y-yes!" Rose stammered, between yelps as Carmine tormented her breasts, "Fuck! Harder!"

It wasn't really a very coherent response, but Max was feeling merciful.

"OK, then!"

Her fingers had already found their spot again, and she thrust them forward quickly, burying three fingers into Rose's hole all the way to the third knuckle. Rose's answering moan was almost a scream, and her knee pushed up against Max's clit hard enough to make her see stars.

In response, she pulled back her hand and then thrust in again, quickly building up to a punishing rhythm that sent Rose's fluids splattering all across the surface of the table. She moved her other hand up and pressed the heel hard against Rose's clit. It took all her strength to keep the girl in place as she howled in pleasure, her legs thrashing against the surface of the table and her knee pushing Max closer and closer to her own climax.

She built up Rose's pleasure, the girl's dripping pussy covering her whole hand in slick juices again as she continued to piston in and out of her needy hole as fast as she could. The sounds of pleasure filling the room became so loud that she couldn't understand Carmine the first time she spoke, and it was only when she briefly covered Rose's mouth to muffle her screams that Max heard her.

"Give her more," Carmine commanded, before returning her hand to her breasts and her mouth to her neck.

It took Max, lost in her own pleasure, a moment, but when she looked down at Rose's pussy opening wider around her invading fingers, she understood. She slowed down for a second to bring her pinky finger to bear as well, and then there were four fingers thrusting in and out of her welcoming hole.

Max felt Rose's pussy clench down on her fingers with every thrust and closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations: the heat of Rose's walls around her digits, the soaked knee grinding against her own pussy, the soft skin against the heel of her hand as she ground against Rose's clit, the sounds and scents of excitements filling the room. It was only a short time before it pushed her right to the edge and then over it, a small orgasm rippling through her body even as she tried to concentrate on keeping up her pleasuring if the girl beneath her.

Stars flashed in front of her eyes and still she kept going, the feeling that Rose's pussy was sucking in her fingers increasing her pleasure until she let out all her breath in a loud moan that left her gasping and unsteady on her knees.

When she opened her eyes, Rose was sweaty and squirming beneath her, clearly close to her own climax, her body tight as a bow as Carmine kept her head pulled back with a vicious grip on her hair.

As Max gasped for breath, she realized Carmine was looking back at her with a smirk.

"I think she can use a little more," the woman said, somehow managing to look put-together and in control even with her mouth smudged with the goth's dark lipstick and her dress rumpled halfway up her waist.

"Wha?" Max mumbled, finding it hard to understand her partner's words, all her concentration taken up with simply continuing to fuck the girl they had seduced.

"Add the thumb," Carmine said, enunciating clearly.

There was a gasp from Rose, whether in anticipation or apprehension, Max couldn't tell.

***

Carmine felt Rose's heart flutter in her chest, under Carmine's hand. When she raised her head from the girl's throat, she saw that her eyes were wide, staring at her with mixture of arousal and fear. They had finally reached the point where they were pushing her beyond her comfort zone. Carmine made eye contact and held the girl's gaze.

"You wanted a reward, didn't you?" There was an almost-imperceptible nod. "Then let Max give you pleasure."

Carmine didn't wait for any further reply but darted in for a quick bruising kiss. When she pulled back again the girl let out a surprised gasp and arched back up from the table.

A quick look showed that Max had laid her thumb along her palm and was slowly pushing deeper into Rose's puffy pussy, stretching it incrementally wider as she approached the widest part of her hand. Rose's gasp turned into a strangled sound as she seemed momentarily unable to breathe. Carmine smiled as she returned her mouth to the girl's throat, nibbling an nipping at it further and adding to the blushes and hickeys she had already left.

***

Max couldn't quite believe how much Rose's pussy was taking. She was a pretty small girl, but bit by bit Max was working her hand into her slick hole, stretching it wide, the dark skin of her hand contrasting against the blushing red of her overstimulated lips and the paleness of the rest of her skin. Rose's channel tightened and relaxed rhythmically, clenching down with every movement of Max's hand and then releasing it and welcoming it further.

Rose's knee had stopped pressing against her pussy as her entire body had gone rigid, her breath now coming in irregular gasps and moans. When the widest part of Max's hand slid past the girl's entrance and an extra two inches or so suddenly slipped inside, those breaths turned into a half-strangled groan, loud for the limited amount of breath she had left.

No, each time her pussy tightened, she only pulled Max's hand deeper inside. Fascinated, Max carefully curled her hand into a fist inside the heated channel, watching with wide eyes as their conquest's pussy swallowed her hand all the way until she was attached to her wrist like a pornographic hand puppet.

Max rolled and twisted her hand, pulling it out and pushing back in fractions of an inch as she marveled at the tight volcanic heat around it. She had seen this kind of thing in porn, but had never expected ever to experience anything like it herself.

Rose's leg began to tremble under he at the same time that her moans rose in volume again and she managed with clear difficulty to form words again.

"Ah- Almost! Little- More!"

Max began pumping slightly further, her whole fist moving inside the girl beneath her and the knobby part of her wrist slipping past her lips with every movement. She was vaguely aware that a smart remark might be in character for her at this point, but she was too fascinated by the sight before her to think of anything.

Carmine, perhaps sensing her current inability to speak, stepped in. "I think she's almost had enough. Why don't you give her a little more and make her cum like she's never cum before?"

Her tone was light, but it was clear that it was a command. One that Max was only too happy to obey.

She sped up her fisting slightly, to the point that Rose gave a yelp of discomfort, and returned her other hand to the girl's swollen clit. She strummed three fingers over the engorged nub, feeling the girl's wetness drip down the wrist of her invading hand.

Rose's screams turned incoherent again as Max's hand thrust and twisted, her fingers rubbing her clit in a blur, and it was less than a minute until it was too much for her. Her breathing cut off with a gasp just as there was a slap of skin on skin.

Max's attention was drawn up the goth girl's body just in time to see Carmine's slap leave a red mark on her pale breast as the older woman momentarily pulled back from her neck, the hand still in her hair pulling her body into taut bow.

"Yes! Cum for me!" Carmine commanded.

At her words, Rose gave a strangled gasp, her body thrashing, impaled on Max's hand and in Carmine's grip. Another gush of her fluids squirted around Max's wrist and splashed onto the pool table, and Max saw a flash of white teeth as Carmine dove back in to the girl's long pale throat.

Then the pussy around her hand contracted again, crushing it almost painfully as Rose's orgasm ripped through her. The knee under Max's pussy came up sharply, in just the right spot to sent a jolt up pleasure up her body that set Max off in a miniature orgasm of her own as the sensations and the sight in front of her came together in a perfect moment of pleasure.

Rose's pussy held onto her wrist for what seemed like minutes, muscle contractions rippling through the channel that felt like they meant to crush her hand. Finally, when the girl's cunt finally relaxed, Max's hand slipped out and Max fell back, almost rolling off the table before she managed to catch herself and slump down against the bumper.

She lay there for a while, her eyes fixed on Rose's gaping pussy as it slowly tightened up again, breathing hard as she slowly came down from her peak. Finally, as she tried to sit up, Carmine appeared in front of her, a triumphant look on her face, and brought their mouths together in a bruising kiss that left a coppery aftertaste.

"That was a very good catch!" she crowed, as she pulled back.

Strong hands helped Max back to her feet, and Carmine strutted around her, suddenly energized.

"Why don't you get back to the car, and we'll finish this evening at home? I'll just make sure our girl is comfortable until she wakes up."

Feeling slightly dazed, Max nodded. She tried to rearrange her clothes until she looked mostly respectable again. It was good that the club wasn't well-lit, because she was sure that her dress had some pretty noticeable stains now.

Finally, on wobbly legs, she made her way out of the room, pausing at the door to wave at Carmine, who had picked up Rose and was laying her down on a couch, fussing with something white by the girl's neck.

***

It took Carmine a bit of time to make sure that their latest girl was properly situated. A bandage on her throat -- she'd been a bit enthusiastic there -- to ensure she wouldn't come to harm, and a note left with Carmine's phone number, because this one seemed like a girl she would like to stay in contact with. So, by the time Carmine returned to the car, Max seemed to have mostly recovered, which wasn't really a surprise since she hadn't been the center of attention at the end.

Max turned to her as soon as she took the driver's seat and smiled at her, though she was frowning a little. Well, Carmine would fix that. The evening wasn't over yet.

After she put the car in drive, Carmine's hand landed on her girl's knee. She could feel the goosebumps erupt as she stroked it lightly, and the scent of excitement -- which in any case was still thick enough to fill the car -- quickly rose in intensity. When Carmine let her hand trail upward to the edge of Max's shirt, however, a hand landed, lightly, uncertainly, on hers.

Carmine glanced aside. "What is it?" she asked, eager to get on with the rest of the night, energized as she was from the taste of the goth girl.

The thoughtful expression she saw on Max's face brought her up short, especially when the girl spoke, haltingly but clearly.

"Carmine? Did you... bit her just now?"

A sense of uncertainty ran through Carmine, making her feel cold in a way that seldom happened these days.

She had to be careful. "What makes you say that?"

"Well... I saw you at her- at her neck when she came, and then when you kissed me I tasted- blood?"

She spoke slowly, but it didn't seem to be because she was doubting her memories. A glance in the mirror showed her that Max's expression was turning more determined.

Carmine's habitual confidence began to falter. Still, Max had waited for her in the car, and she didn't seem to be afraid. This might still be fixable. She looked around for a parking spot.

"Are you sure? Why would I do that?"

"I-" Max stammered, then rallied, her voice growing stronger. "I know what I saw! And you were putting a bandage or something on her, weren't you?" Max turned to Carmine, and her grip on her hand grew stronger. "And- You bit me, too, when we first met! And since then, too!"

Her voice was rising in volume, but Carmine still didn't detect any tremor of fear. Carmine pressed on. Perhaps the only way out of this situation was straight through. Let the girl come to her own conclusions.

"Say that I did. Why would that be?" She kept her voice calm and level by an effort of will.

"Your teeth are sharp, too!" Max said, sounding surprised. "I- I saw that, before, but I never really noticed..." She hesitated, seeming uncertain now. "I think- You-" She fell silent for a few seconds, and then burst out, "Vampire!"

Carmine saw an empty spot beside the road. It was someone's driveway, but that didn't matter right now. In a moment, she had steered the car to the side and stopped abruptly.

She turned to Max, who was staring at her and breathing rapidly. Carmine looked into the girl's eyes, trying to keep her calm. There still didn't seem to be much fear, even though she seemed to be remembering more and more. A gamble, then.

Carmine tried to smirk. "Well done!"

The blatant admission seemed to give Max pause. Her mouth opened and closed silently a few times before she found her voice again.

"You're admitting it? And what you did to her? To me?"

She still made no move to flee.

"I'm admitting the vampire part, yes. There doesn't seem to be any point to denying it, now. And what I 'did to you?' I haven't caused you any harm, right? I haven't taken anything you'd miss." She kept her eyes on Max's, and was surprised but glad to see a hint of excitement there instead of fear.

"But you're a vampire! You drink blood!" Max frowned, and then her eyes widened. "And you're doing something to her mind. To mine, too! You're making us do things, and forget!"

Carmine risked moving her fingers on the Max's thigh, and Max shivered, though from the expression on her face it was in pleasure. Forward, then.

"I only made you not notice things to stop you from causing trouble. I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to, deep down. Or do you mean to say that you haven't been having fun with me?"

"I-" Max stammered, then gasped as Carmine's finger moved up a fraction of an inch and brushed against the hem of her skirt. "You drink blood!"

Carmine risked a shrug. "Everyone needs to live. I didn't take more than you could miss. You still feel fine, right?"

"I- Yes, but... You don't kill people?" Her voice turned pleading at the end.

"Not for a long time. It's much better to... have fun with people. Nowadays, I only take a little, and only every couple of weeks. I don't need that much... You can't blame me for wanting to survive."

Max relaxed a little. Carmine had heard of this, of people who eventually grew resistant to the influence, and maybe she had been pushing it a bit with Max, meeting up with her too often. She seemed to be lucky that it had happened with someone who seemed to be fascinated with the situation rather than afraid.

"I- I guess I can't. But- You- You did something to my mind, didn't you?"

It seemed to be the last sticking point, and it seemed to Carmine that it might be a good idea to be a little economical with the truth to get Max past it.

"Only to encourage you to do things you really wanted to do. To... smooth the way, you might say." Not entirely true, since as far as Carmine could tell, she had had to push pretty hard to awaken the girl's interest in women, but she doubted that the girl would be able to detect that. "Plus, of course, I use a little influence to keep people from finding out about me. Not everyone would be as understanding as you," she finished, making her voice as husky and seductive as she could.

She saw a shiver of excitement run through Max. The girl seemed to find all this exciting.

"Well... Alright then," Max said, her reluctance clearly more about her own reaction than about what Carmine had actually done. It seemed that her own inclinations, plus Carmine's earlier influence, were at least enough to make her accept the situation. "I won't... do anything just yet. I'll think it through, first."

Got her, Carmine thought. Now to press her advantage.

"Does that mean you want me to leave you alone for a while," she teased, slowly rubbing her thumb in circles over the girl's thigh. The scent of arousal was still thick in the air.

"Um..." Max mumbled, clearly torn. She had clearly gotten used to the fact that Carmine's presence meant good things for her. "You... 'ate' already, right? You won't bite me?"

"Only in the good way," Carmine purred, running her tongue over her lips and drawing attention to the way they were still smudged with two colors of lipstick.

"Then... I suppose we can simply finish the night like normal?" Max said, uncertainly, her fingers loosening her grip on Carmine's hand.

"Capital!" Carmine said, pushing down on the gas pedal and pulling out into the road again. "We'll 'finish off'... the evening, and then you can think about things afterwards. You can ask me questions then, too."

She saw Max close her eyes at the implications of her words, and smiled. It seemed that the situation had been salvaged. She had confidence now that she would be able to convince Max to keep things as they were. She might have to use a bit more 'effort' rather than influence, but that could be fun too. She knew exactly what kind of effort to use, after all, and she had had plenty of practice.

She would simply have to keep Max too unsteady on her feet with orgasms to protest.
