All characters in the story are 18+ years old.
September 5, 1992, Palm Springs, CA
**SATURDAY 6 to 9 AM**
Peri opened her eyes and peered over Carter's bare back and shoulders into the dark bedroom. The clock on the bedside table clicked and she saw its minute flap flop. 5:47 a.m. Carter breathed heavily and regularly. "Not quite a snore," Peri thought, "but at least he is asleep." She remembered yesterday morning as if it were yesterday morning. Smiling, she licked her plump lower lip and moved her right hand gently along his curled spine toward the edge of the sheet across his hip.
Dipping below the sheet she paused, palm flat against his hip point, and listened. Carter's breathing was unchanged. Peri pushed her hand a few inches along his right thigh, then she felt carefully where she hoped his cock might lay between his legs. "Lucky in love!" she said to herself, discovering his morning wood, stiffly protruding, waiting for attention. Her hand closed lightly around the firm shaft just below the rim of its helmet. She extended her forefinger and traced the bell-shaped ridge with her nail. His dick hopped in her loose grip.
Slowly, careful not to disturb his slumber yet, she curled her fingertip up and onto the top of his mushroom, sliding along its slit. Carter's pre-cum, already welling up, was slippery under her moving pad, but tacky when she raised her finger from the soft skin. Peri removed her hand from under the sheet, scooted back and stuck her digit in her mouth. "Mmmm," she hummed, drawing the finger out again with a wet, kissing smack.
Peri touched Carter's hip again and delicately urged him to roll onto his back. Still he slept. Peri edged her body down, under the sheet, beside Carter's extended right leg and pulled herself into a kneeling crouch. "Stop. Look. Listen." She thought to herself, "That's good advice for crosswalks or cocksucking!" She laughed quietly. Convinced Carter was still asleep, she moved right, straddling him and softly pressed the backs of her hands on his inside thighs. He responded by spreading his legs another few inches. Peri paused again. Carter's breathing was as regular as before. She ducked down, flattened her chest to the mattress, ass in the air, between his legs and tentatively sucked his right testicle into her warm mouth. Pursing her lips around the heavy, hairy canape she savored its tangy, salty taste on her tongue. She loved that it moved easily within its sack within her mouth as her cheeks and palate varied the pressure they exerted on the manly egg.
Peri put her left hand on Carter's thick stalk. She moved up and down, stroking slowly and gently at first, gathering speed and increasing pressure as her thumb felt the blood throb in the corded vein under his penis. Her right hand emulated her mouth, as best it could, on his left nut, rolling it and gently pulsing her palm while scratching the scrotum with her nail. When she noticed his loose skin tighten like saran around his left ball, she quickly opened her mouth, letting his right nut retract with its brother into the shrinking bag. She raised her head, capturing Carter's plum between her teeth and closed her right thumb and forefinger, as a collar, around the newly formed onion bulb at the base of his dick. Sucking, tugging, stroking and squeezing, Peri no longer cared if Carter was awake as she coaxed his inevitable release.
At 6:00 o'clock the alarm buzzed. Carter's strong hands seized Peri's head, holding it immobile against his crotch. His ass and hips rose from the mattress, pushing his cock to the back of her mouth, fucking her face, firing its ropy strings of semen. His seed seemed unending as Peri coped with the intruder stuffing her throat. She worked hard, clearing the volume without gagging, outlasting the deluge. She felt elated as Carter ceased pumping. Depleted and deflated, he loosened his hold on Peri's head, allowing her to lift away from him. Sliding his hands under her armpits, he hauled her onto his chest and jammed his mouth against hers, tasting his cum on her lips.
"Good morning, baby!" he said, breaking the kiss. "are you ready for another day?" Laughing aloud, he hugged her closer.
"Oh, yes, Uncle!" she spoke excitedly into his neck "What else are we going to do today?" she asked.
"Oh, you'll see, Sweetie," Carter replied cryptically. "How about making the coffee for us?" he playfully pinched her bottom through her gold satin cat-suit and pushed her to the end of the bed.
"Yes, Uncle Bill," Peri replied, pulling her arm straps back up, adjusting her breasts to fit the cut-outs and cups. Peri leaned over, picked up her kimono from the floor and slid it on. Leaving the room, she turned her head, stuck out her tongue and winked sassily as Carter rose from the bed, and walked naked to the bathroom.
Carter stood under the shower stream, shaving and reflecting on recent days. He was very pleased by Peri's receptivity, as well as her lesson retention. "Goddamn!" he said, "Smart as a whip, built for fucking and willing to please! How great is that?" He could hardly keep from grinning long enough to shave the corners of his mouth without nicking himself. Stepping from the shower, he dried himself and put on a thick terry robe. As he started to leave the bathroom, he stopped. Reaching into a cabinet drawer he opened his silver cardboard box and pulled out an object. Dropping this in his pocket, he continued to the main part of the house.
As Carter approached the kitchen he smelled the coffee brewing and bacon frying. Peri stood at a granite counter, faced away from him, and vigorously stirred something he could not see. Something he could see, however, was her bottom, shaking equally vigorously under her kimono as she worked. He stepped up behind her and put his hands on her gyrating hips. "What are you fixing, Sweetie?" he asked, kissing her neck just above the robe's collar.
"Oh!, Hi!" she said, "I know you aren't a 'big breakfast kind of guy,' but bacon and French toast seemed easy and I was hungry...that's OK, isn't it?" she asked, rolling her shoulders as Carter spread his kisses outward.
"Mmmmm," he answered, "It's very alright. I'm pretty hungry, too, this morning." Slipping his right hand around and through the kimono's folds, where it had opened below her sash from the shaking, he stroked his fingertips up and down the satin triangle covering Peri's crotch. Carter continued, "Are you making any juice for me?" His fingers found the open seam between her legs and rubbed, with increasing pressure, until he had invaded her pussy, two knuckles deep, with his middle and ring fingers.
"Uhhh...mmm..maybe..." Peri stammered. She stopped whisking the egg mixture and thrust her butt back against his groin.
Carter slid his other hand up, over her flat tummy, and cradled her left breast in his palm. Hefting it in its satin cup, he plucked at her exposed areola. When her nipple grew stiff, he tucked it between his first and second fingers and gave it a tugging twist.
"OOO!" Peri yipped and then moaned, "oo..mmm" as the sudden sharp sensation faded and a hot, electric bolt shot through her body to her vagina. Carter's right fingers slid easily further up her wet cunt.
"Oh, I'd say no 'maybe' about it, Sweetie." He chuckled, "But I was thinking orange or grapefruit...Not that I don't love your apricot!" he added quickly and plunged his digits still deeper and harder.
Peri's entire body squirmed and writhed while her breathing shortened and sped up. Without warning, Carter spun Peri in his arms, turned, backed her up against the adjacent smooth stainless steel refrigerator, opened her kimono wide and pressed himself hard against her. She was pinned before she realized it, but instantly threw her arms around Carter's neck and squashed her lips on his. Their teeth clicked on impact and neither one noticed.
Carter quickly pulled his hand from Peri's pussy, dipped into his robe and retrieved the dildo he had put in his pocket earlier. It was larger and longer by half than his own natural equipment, yet the plastic cock slid smoothly into Peri's well-greased cunt.
"UHN! UHNCLE!" screamed Peri in surprise. "My...me...muhh...unh!" she stuttered incoherently as the massive piston stuffed her. Carter slowly thrust it in to its extreme before pulling it back. Peri panted and gasped while Carter repeated the to-and-fro at a deliberate, maddening, slow pace.
"Come on, baby, come on!" he crooned, "Come on baby, come for me, now!" until with a rending scream, Peri broke. Her orgasm, more powerful than any prior, was a building avalanche; a limitless crescendo. In the middle of her ecstasy, Carter whispered, "Presto!" in the girl's ear and held her as she slumped against him.
"Peri, he said, "No matter who you fuck, no matter when, where, or how you fuck, remember this: Dr. Carter fucks best. Dr. Carter is the source of your deepest sexual satisfaction. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dr. Carter." she replied.
"Good. Tell it to me please," He commanded. "Who fucks Peri best?"
"Dr. Carter fucks me best."
"Who is the source of Peri's deepest sexual satisfaction?"
"Dr. Carter."
"Can you...Will you...fuck other people, Peri?"
"Yes."
