sonicandknux921: I have a few ideas but you can drop whatever idea you have in the review box.

iwata4life: Not really, to be honest.

Guest 1: I'd like it to be, thanks.

Guest 2: Erm, can't say I'm behind that train too much.

Guest 3: I have a thought to use her down the line.

I haven't updated this story in more than a month, and I think it's time to do so. Someone requested I write this CarlXMakoto several months ago but have not gotten to it yet. Think it's about time I do so. But I have to say, I couldn't think of anything to make this story really exciting. I planned to write a CarlXMakoto later down the line, so this won't be the last time you see this pairing. Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter 12: Her cute little junior

Her cute, innocent little Carl.

A sensual smile curled her lips as she guided Carl into her room. She stepped aside for him to pass and closed the door gently behind him with a faint click. He whipped around and turned stiff seeing her blockade the door, any trace of innocence or her usual playfulness wiped from her expression. Makoto's eyes darkened a shade he hadn't seen yet as she studied his face, and though she stood a good two feet away, he shuddered as if her slender fingers ran along his body. There wasn't anyone home, her parents out of town and siblings still at school, which held an odd thrill of adventure and made for the perfect opportunity to claim her cute underclassman.

Makoto sauntered over to her blushing junior. He stepped back far enough to stumble back onto her bed. Before he got up, like a predator hunting their prey, she pounced and captured him. Her eyes slimmed to alluring slits. "Ms. M-Makoto, what are…?"

"Ssshh." She traced her fingers along his cheeks. "There's no need for the 'Ms' and no need for words, Carl." Makoto traveled down his body and cupped his crotch. His entire face turned a boiling red. She stroked the outline of his erection, the thin uniform allowing her to see the obvious bulge when she entered his vicinity.

Carl moaned softly to her caress. He opened his mouth to vocalize his confusion but her lips stopped him. She wanted no questions; he would understand there isn't much he could keep from her, especially when his true feelings poke her every time she hugged him like a teddy bear. The taste of his sweet little mouth and sound of his approving sighs made the kiss, and soon tongue lock, all the sweeter. She could kiss him–listen to him whimper against her fierce kiss as she refused to grant him any form of control–forever, but had bigger goals in mind.

Makoto unzipped his fly and exposed his cock to the cool air, the chill quickly remedied by the warmth of her hand slowly moving up and down. Her smile appeared innocent but her actions were far from it. "A cutie like you having a man's cock." Her sensuous voice made his cock twitch, but in stark contrast to her previous comment, a rather unmanly moan breezed past his lips when she lowered her mouth onto his cock.

Carl fell back onto the bed when he attempted to sit up, eyes shut. Her tongue traced patterns and he nearly spilled from her sporadic strong slurps. He bucked, the only way to warn her his limits were near, unable to properly form words to do so. Anytime he tried to voice, Makoto increased her efforts and silenced him. She moaned around him, lapping the pre-ejaculate that spewed from him, the scent of his musk flaring her nostrils. Listening to him moan, watching him writhe and close in on his orgasm, her sex clenched and summoned her fingers.

Carl gripped her blankets–the scent of Makoto strong on her sheets and served to turn him on even more–but that did not calm his lust. This new sensation of another's mouth sucking so dutifully on his prick, licking every ridge and tracing the veins which coursed it, became too much. He came into her mouth, absolved of the tension accumulated in his groin and momentarily removed his restraints to shout her name and stroke her head while she bobbed. Something Makoto minded none at all.

Carl almost passed out, sprawled on the bed, barely conscious, breathless, feeling and listening to Makoto lick his dispensed jism. He opened her eyes when he heard her rise and watched his senior strip to expose her full breasts, topped with rosy tips matching the color of her lips, and wet center. A beautiful sight. The most skin she had seen of Makoto was the beach trip their school took. Carl caught the wetness on her fingers and put two and two together, the realization enough to harden him for a second round. She traced her fingers from the root of his organ, along the underside, to circle his sensitive tip. "You came a lot quicker than I thought you would, Carl. Well, I did too." Makoto gave him a closer look of her damp fingers and pressed a finger against his lips. His tongue retrieved the sample of her nectar she gave him, and he wasn't sure whether or not he hummed audibly, but sure he did by Makoto's pleased expression. "I think it's time you learned how to please a woman. Me, really. It's not like I'm gonna share you."

"Teach me?" Carl's eyes trained on her as she moved to the other side of the bed and leaned against the window.

"You don't have to be coy, Carl." Makoto spread her legs to give her junior a better view of her damp sex. She slipped two fingers into her center and withdrew the slick-coated pair with a lecherous grin. Makoto offered her nectar-covered hand to him and he approached without a verbal command. He sucked one finger at a time, licking off her sweetness before going for the main supply. Carl stared at her pussy then at her, and she smiled how he waited like a lost puppy for her guidance. She ran her fingers through his hair and said, "Use your tongue. I'll guide you through this."

Carl nodded and obeyed. It's not like he was ignorant in the art of sex, but he was no expert either. He tilted his head at a more comfortable angle to make sure he went as deep as he could. As his mouth worked her and he found a decent rhythm against her wave-like motions, his mouth ascended to suckle on her saturated nub. A light whimper and judder rewarded him. She ground harder against him, her moans increasing in both tempo and intensity as he added his fingers per her request. Her thighs tightened, and the thought of her doing this to herself in the middle of the night–using perhaps all five of her fingers–shot a strong current to his cock.

"C-Carl, cur… curl your fingers. Yes! Ah, just like that…" Makoto caressed the base of his skull. Her neck craned back, her breasts rising and falling in rapid succession as her orgasm approached. She pulled on his shoulder for him to move up and crashed her mouth against his the moment he was in range. "Faster," she moaned against his mouth, breathing in rapid time through her nostrils as his pumping fingers brought her to an exquisite climax.

Carl felt her contractions around his fingers, followed by a surge of wetness flowing over his hand. Makoto's head snapped back and she didn't appear to be in pain, so he continued to piston until her pulses stopped and her bucking hips calmed. Slowly, he removed his fingers from her cunt and gave the sticky mess a once-over before licking the delectable nectar off his fingers. She cast a perverted look at his still erect length and laid down on her back. "Come," she opened her legs and spread her labia, "let me give you your reward for doing so well."

"I-If I can."

She almost laughed at the last dregs of innocence he held. "Of course. Anytime you want, Carl. I know you've been dying to fuck me, touch me." Makoto bit her lip watching her cute little junior clamber on top of her. Short for his age, he barely came up to her breasts. Carl grasped himself by the base and pressed it firmly against her entrance, entering her sopping center with one slow thrust. She felt like velvet, like silk, contracting around his length. An exquisite moan poured from Makoto being filled by him, his thickness spreading her channel.

There wasn't a need for instruction here. Carl withdrew to his tip, then drove back in with enough force to snap her back off the bed. Makoto panted to the younger's cock she longed for fuck her with such reckless abandon, lost in his own little world. Her slender legs crossed around his waist. She pushed his head into her chest and he took the incentive to suck her strained tips, his bites and licks tightening her sex.

Makoto grasped his small bum for an anchor for her counter-rhythm. So small and cute, just like the person it belonged to. He sat up and bent her knees, gasping, the look of astounded pleasure on her face while he ploughed her, the way her breasts bounced to the force of his pounds; how stunning she looked gleaming with perspiration made Carl adore his senior more than he already did. He became restless, crashing against her crotch with increased fervor, the sound deliciously audible and perspiration fogging his glasses some.

Makoto propped up on her elbows and watched his cock work her core. She rubbed her clit and grope her breast crying out reaching her climax. A profuse amount of arousal flowed and Carl found himself dipping into a veritable pool of slick. The provocative sight Makoto displayed to him sent him over the edge, a final breath-taking drive to alleviate the tension knotted in his groin. A sense of victory overcame Carl pouring his jism into Makoto, her convulsing pussy gladly accepting and emptying him of his seed. He went flaccid and his deposited semen leaked out. Carl didn't know why he found the sight of his despended come running out her so arousing, but he did.

"Wow," she breathed out. Makoto motioned him into her embrace and combed her fingers through his disheveled hair. "My little Carl was such a man."

"I've… never done this before." Carl yawned, unaware the act of sex was so exhausting. He knew it required a decent amount of physical stamina but didn't think he used too much.

"Neither have I. I loved it though…" Makoto kissed his forehead hearing him snore. "I can see you liked it, too, Carl. A cute, naughty thing you are. And you're all mine."