All Characters In The Story Are 18+ Years Old.
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CATCH AND RELEASE. September 8, 1992, Los Angeles, CA
**TUESDAY, Pre-Dawn**
Carter sat in the dark. The only sound was an occasional clink of melting, bumping, ice cubes as he sipped his rye whiskey. His luminous watch dial showed 2:14 a.m. A waxing moon, about three-quarters full, reflected light off the still swimming pool surface. The muted blue-white beams, filtered through the sheer patio drapes, cast oddly angled shadows across the walls.
Periwinkle Halstead, Carter's 18-year old, nubile, newly subjugated, consort and personal assistant slept in his bed while he sat, in his big chair, in the living room, thinking. Carter faced a critical crossroads.
Ruth, Jenny, even Luz, were well integrated into routine lives before Carter coerced them. Thus, it was a relatively simple task to re-shelve their sex-slave personas; allowing them, in blissful ignorance, to re-enter their mundane worlds until Carter again wanted to fuck them. Peri was different and problematic.
First, and logistically foremost, she had not even claimed her dormitory room before Carter plucked her. He still did not know where she had lodged on her arrival, let alone how long, who she had met or whether she was by herself. His impetuous indulgence of his immediate lust, now placed him on a personally perilous precipice. "Jesus Christ!" he swore, under his breath, "What a fucking fantastic weekend," he thought, "but now what? This must be what 'Tiger By The Tail' means!" Clink! His ice rattled as he took his final swallow of Canadian Club and put the empty glass on the table beside his chair.
Of course, he also needed to decide if he was going to keep her semi-permanently in performance mode. Besides the mental strain of such an undertaking, not to mention the unbelievable sexual energy Peri generated, he would be imprisoning a live creature, a pet, without the benefit of being able to do so openly. She could never leave the house without the greatest precautions. "This past weekend," he thought, with an unavoidable self-satisfied grin, "has to have been a 'one-off' not to be repeated." He could not know who saw them, what was thought, or worse, what might or would be remembered and said, if he or Peri had been recognized. "God forbid an official inquiry, for whatever reason!" he said to himself. "Ann was enough, wasn't she?"
Brooding, and idly rubbing his cock through the vent in his boxers, Carter recalled the petite, blonde, 20-year old gymnast as he first saw her, doing her mat exercises, warming up for an intercollegiate dual meet, at the University. Her bright green leotard clung like saran to her lithe body. The program informed him she was a Junior, from Sweet Home, Oregon and studying Physical Education. She was 5'1" tall and weighed 96 lbs. Carter saw, unlike the other girls on the floor, she had a decidedly hourglass figure. The lemon-yellow piping, diagonally slashing down from her left shoulder, between her mounded tits, to her right hip, at the highest point of her leg-hole, was electrifying.
Carter had opened the folding, 3.5 power, theater glasses he had found in a pawn shop in San Francisco, and focused on the little blonde. She was bent into a backward bridge, supported by her flat palms and the balls of her feet. As Carter surveyed Ann Temple's magnified croquet-hoop form, he noted her pixie haircut topped a cute, round, face with a clear complexion, cherubic cheeks and chin. She had a button nose below bright ice-blue eyes and above a small, thin-lipped bow-shaped mouth.
Her taut, arched neck, disappearing into her discreetly scooped leotard, pointed him to the lemon stripe separating her breasts. Ann's nipples were a small, but erotic, display, pushing stiffly erect, against her stretched chest under her uniform. Carter remembered how he had remarked to himself "The Yellow Brick Road leads to The Emerald City" as his eyes crossed the lemon band, traversed the Kelly field of Ann's flat abdomen, with its indistinct, barely visible, navel depression, and studied the very distinct, highly visible, outline of the girl's cunt.
As she walked her bridge into a still tighter arch, Ann's quivering quadriceps created a verdant shimmer at her crotch. Her pussy flattened and disappeared. Continuing her crossover, Ann kicked into a handstand, held for a frozen moment, then, slowly lowering herself, she reversed the arch. Palms still flat, bottom up and legs stiff, she sat in a split. Raising her arms, Ann twisted her torso left, then right, alternately stretching her fingers to touch her toes, before ending the exercise and darting across the mat to join her team mates in a huddled mass around the coach. Carter thought their collected bottoms looked like scoops of sherbet as the girls bobbed in pre-match excitement, focusing on their final instructions.
Shaking his head and dropping his thickening cock, Carter stood and walked to the bar. He poured another half-inch of whisky over the last bits of ice in his tumbler, tossed it back, set down the glass and stepped into the moonbeam at the patio door. "Goddamnit!" he cursed, staring at the glass-smooth pool, "Have I learned anything besides hypnosis? Can it be different?" Crunching the dwindling cubes in his teeth he sighed.
Preoccupied, Carter did not see or hear Peri as she came up behind him. However, he caught the slight strawberry scent of her hair, and stifled his startle reflex, just before he felt her strong, slender, fingers. They gently pinched his small rolls of fat resting on the elastic waistband of his shorts. Carter heard a delicate rustling as she advanced. Her warm hands slid forward along his waist, joining in front, cradling his pot, while her cool silk kimono sleeves pressed softly on his sides.
Peri stepped in close behind Carter, folding him into her open robe, clasping his belly and laminating her chest, tummy and crotch against his back and butt. Only the thin satin layer of her pink teddy separated them. "Whatchya doin', Uncle Bill?" she cooed softly, peering over his right shoulder into the moonlit backyard.
Carter looked at the enveloping crimson and gold patterned kimono, washed pale by the moon, and smiled. In that instant, he decided "She's a keeper." He mused internally, "The re-programming may be tricky, but, she stays, at all cost." Carter turned his face, tipped his head and replied, "Nothing much, Sweetheart. Just watching the moon. I expect it will be full by tomorrow or the next night." He rambled, side-stepping a full disclosure of his thoughts.
"Mmm Hmm," Peri murmured, resting her chin on his shoulder and pulling him tighter against herself. "It is pretty. I'm glad I woke up and got to see it with you." Her hands diverged. Moving her left one up, Peri stabbed her index finger into Carter's navel and scratched its tiny knot lightly with her nail. She lowered her right hand, spreading her fingers wide. Closing them into a loose fist, Peri captured Carter's penis and scrotum in a firm trap. She thrilled to feel his cock swell. "Are you glad I found you?" she teased, tickling his nuts through the cotton underwear. "It seems like you might be."
Carter covered her right hand with his and reached his left hand behind, squeezing Peri's bottom beneath her silk and satin, compressing their bodies further, yet. "Oh, I am very glad, Sweetie," he confirmed.
Peri tucked her chin and nipped Carter as she felt her pussy getting 'gooey' at his touch. "Yay!" she exclaimed, in a whisper. She drug her right hand up the outside of his boxers and dove into their fly, grabbing Carter's cock just below its head. Her thumb brushed his gathering pre-cum and smeared it across the precious plum before returning to his rigid shaft. She stroked his dick, once, to its base and then retreated. Using both hands, Peri pushed Carter's shorts down, freeing her prize.
Carter leaned forward, pressing his right palm against the glass door. He felt Peri's breasts slide, under the satin teddy, along either side of his spine, as she followed his contour with her own bending posture. Her long, light-brown, hair streamed fragrantly past his face as he scrunched back beneath her draped kimono. He continued flexing and releasing his left hand grip on her ass, maintaining the closest possible contact between his butt and her warm snatch.
Peri spread her legs, opening the secret, crotchless seam of her teddy's tap pants' bottom. Her 'Mickey' remained hidden behind the pearlescent pink satin while her wet, bald, cunt rubbed, uncovered, against Carter's hairy ass crack. Peri's hands, actively stroked and squeezed Carter's thick prick and fondled his heavy balls. She smiled, unseen, into the back of his neck as she heard him groan.
"Unh-hunh, Uncle Bill," Peri crooned behind his head, "That's right, Peri's got you." She rubbed her squashed breasts against Carter's back and thrust her bare, open pussy hard against his butt. Carter responded by pushing back, growling. Peri's hands rode his moving cock, undeterred, "Yes, Uncle, Yes," she continued, "soon your tension will be all gone. Cum for me, cum for me."
Carter felt his seed rising as Peri coaxed and stroked. "Cum, Uncle, Cum... Cum... Cum!" she breathed hotly on the nape of his neck, as she increased the tempo and pressure on his dick and pushed her cunt up and down his cheeks.
"AARGH!" he shouted. His semen shot explosively past Peri's hand onto the patio door.
"Ooops!" she giggled, and swiftly closed the top of her right hand over his pulsing bell, collecting its remaining squirts on her fingers. When his dick quit twitching, Peri slid away from his body and raised her sticky hand to her mouth.
"MMMM, this is so yummy, Uncle!" she said, sucking the goop from each digit. Pop! Pop! Pop! Five times her cum-coated fingers noisily left her lips. Pop! Pop! Cleaned, glistening with Peri's saliva, they found their way to Carter's mouth. Peri pushed her first two fingers past his teeth. "Don't you think so?" she asked, nibbling his ear.
Carter straightened up and spun around, seizing Peri in his arms. raking her fingers with his teeth as she pulled them free. "Oh yeah!" he snarled, "But not as 'yummy' as your juicy apricot!" Pulling her with him, he backed up and sat on the sofa. Peri, standing between his legs, held his head as he buried his face in her groin.
Carter's hands slid up the loose legs of her teddy, gripped her bottom and hugged her close as his mouth found the open seam that framed her dripping, naked, twat. Feasting at her trough, he worked his tongue in, out, up and down while his fingers spread her cheeks. His right middle finger pushed against her rosebud, insisting on entrance, while his left middle and ring fingers crowded past his tongue and dug deep into her vagina.
Peri moaned and whimpered, "Ooo, Uhhhnn, Mmmm..." as she twerked and writhed before him. "Unnn... unnncle!" she cried, when he latched onto her clit and her orgasm began.
Peri pushed her hands down between Carter's legs and found his semi-soft penis. Remembering what Ruth taught her, she wiggled her fingers under its base and around the top of his bag. Carter's cock stiffened with the stimulation and Peri grinned happily. "Thank you, Aunt Ruth!" she exclaimed to herself, pleased to have learned such a marvelous trick.
Peri walked herself, on her knees, up onto the couch, forcing Carter, still sucking on her cunt, to fall against the sofa back. When he could retreat no further, his dick was again turgid and pulsed in Peri's hands. She raised her left hand to Carter's forehead, moved his face away from her pussy and squatted, spreading her knees between the cushions. Her right hand steered Carter's cock into her aching, waiting, cunt and she slid down until her bottom rested on his thighs and he was completely inside her.
