Rubens and Telemann

All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old.

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**TUESDAY 1 to 8 P.M.*

The trio moved through the halls onto the campus. "I think we'll all easily fit in my Taurus," Carter suggested, "I can run you girls back to campus later, as you like." He looked at Peri on his left, giving her a wink.

She piped up, "That's good for me, Dr. Carter, saves gas!" Laughing, she looked past Carter to Trish and asked, "Do you wanna come with us, or drive yourself?"

"I'll ride with you guys," Trish said quickly, "LA traffic gets me, like, all nervous!" she confessed.

The Ford's dash clock indicated 1:12 p.m. when the garage door opened and Carter parked. "OK," he said, "Here we are." He got out and led the way into the kitchen. "Are you hungry at all? I'm thinking a sandwich and chips, poolside, would be great... any takers?" he asked.

"Well, I can eat most any time," Trish admitted, looking at her stomach with chagrin, "But, yes, I am ready for lunch."

"Me, too, Dr. Carter," Peri chimed in, "I haven't eaten a thing since... Gosh! Early this morning!" Her hazel eyes flashed a look at Carter and she pushed her curled tongue out between her puckered, pouty, lips. Its tip looked like a miniature pussy as it darted out and retreated.

"Ah, alright, then," Carter said, sweeping his left arm expansively in the air, "There are my cupboards. I know I have peanut butter, jelly, tuna, cheese, mayo, bread and chips...why don't you cobble together sandwiches while I hunt suits and towels?"

"Okie dokie!" Peri agreed, secretly blowing him a kiss. Turning to face her new friend, she said, "C'mon, Trish, let's see what's where!"

Carter left them rummaging, walked down the hall and reappeared twenty minutes later in a Grateful Dead T-shirt, boxers and flip-flops, laden with a huge stack of colorful beach towels and three thick, white, terrycloth bathrobes. He set the armload down on the kitchen nook table and looked through the bay window.

Peri was outside, putting a platter of sandwiches on the big, glass-top, round table, beside a bowl of corn chips and a pitcher of iced-tea. He watched her ass, snug beneath her dress, as she bent under the green-and-gray striped umbrella and placed the food. She turned her face toward him, caught him staring and smiled. Lazily, she cupped her right buttock and lifted it slightly, then, straightening up, she walked into the house. "Hey, Trish," Carter called into the kitchen, where she was putting things away, "Could you come over her for a moment, please?"

The teenagers assembled around the towels. Carter said, "I have good news and bad news." He laughed artificially at his deliberate use of the tired cliche. Peri and Trish waited, wondering about the punchline. "The good news is: I found a couple of old swim suits. The bad news is: I doubt they will fit either of you very well." He quickly added, to stop any protest, "although... you are more than welcome to try them on."

"But..." Trish started "I don't..."

"..Me neither!" Peri jumped in, supporting Trish's incomplete protest, "Why don't we just sit, eat, and enjoy the patio?"

"We'll do that, for sure," Carter said, "But listen, there are other options." Both girls looked at him; Trish with suspicion and Peri with amusement. "Peri," Carter said, "I laid the suits on my bed. It's down the hall, on the left. Could you get them, please? It is only fair that you see, and judge, them yourselves."

"OK, Dr. Carter," she chuckled. Walking behind Trish, she paused, put her left hand on the her friend's left shoulder, leaned close to her right ear and said, quietly, "Have a seat, I'll be right back!" and headed for the master suite which she knew so well.

As soon as Peri stepped away, Carter looked across at Trish and said "SIGMA," instantly unlocking and opening her secret box with his key. "SIGMA," he repeated quickly, watching her head loll onto her breasts, billowed under her Nirvana T-shirt. Establishing communication in her programmable state, Carter said, "Trish, you are at my house. Your new friend and tutor, Peri, is here, too. We're going to have a pool-party and a lot of fun. Peri does not have a key to your box, but, she is a fun, playful, person. Follow her lead. Listen for my voice. Enjoy each moment with no barriers. Do you understand?" He asked, reinforcing her basic instruction set.

"Yes," Trish replied stonily.

"Perfect. SIGMA," Carter repeated, toggling her back into performance mode, just as Peri walked up.

"Here they are!" Peri announced, dropping a green one-piece Jantzen suit from the 50's and a slightly less ancient, mottled, blue, floral print, two-piece Catalina Sportswear suit onto the table. "These are horrid, Dr. Carter," she commented frankly. "I'd rather not swim at all than wear one of these, even if it did fit!" Trish, wrinkled her nose and squinting, remained silent.

"Right," agreed Carter, "But at least you see I wasn't kidding, don't you?" He checked their faces for validation. "So, here's my thought: I'm only wearing a T-shirt and undershorts, which are hardly much different from swim trunks, right? I have towels, robes, and a couple more T-shirts right here..." he patted the pile, "so, why not go to the bedroom, strip to your panties and throw on T-shirts?"

Peri, surprised when Trish instantly said, "Cool! That sounds like fun to me!" was astonished when Trish abruptly stood, kicked off her tied Reeboks, stripped her crew socks and skinned out of her Levi's in record time. Her T-shirt hem hung just below her hip points, covering her belly fat but not the lower half of her bright, sheer, pink, nylon panties. Her plump pussy pushed out against their opaque cotton crotch panel while the leg seams tried to hide in her fleshy thighs.

"Wow, Trish!" Carter praised her, "Good for you! What a team player!" Looking to Peri he asked, "What about you? Too bashful to join us?"

"Certainly not!" Peri vehemently denied, pulling the hem of her tan dress up, over her hips, tummy, chest and head. The jersey material grabbed and dragged her ivory, silk, chemise along with it, making her coins puff and her nipples jump. Tossing the inverted, wadded dress into a nearby chair, Peri pulled her chemise back down over her proud breasts, kicked off her sandals and pushed her taupe pantyhose down and off. Standing up tall, she made a pirouette, stepped over beside Trish and laughed. "There! Is everyone happy, now?" she asked, hugging Trish's shoulders.

Trish turned to Peri and stared at her 'Hidden Mickey,' laying veiled, yet clearly visible, above her cunt. Peri followed her eyes. Suddenly reminded she had decided this morning not to wear panties under her tights, she grinned broadly and hiked up her chemise, showing off her trimmed curls. "An artistic friend shaved my pubes for me. Do you like them?" she asked the stunned red-head.

"Oh my god! That is so cute!" Trish burst out, reflexively stretching her right index finger and touching Mickey's nose.

"Hey! Hey!" Carter exclaimed "I thought we were hungry!" Stepping around the table, he stood between his pets. His right hand lightly rubbed Trish's bottom through her panties and he slid his left hand up the outside of Peri's chemise, cupping her full, round, left tit. Idly scratching her nipple, he asked "Are you going to swim in that?"

Peri looked down at his hand, turned her face back to Carter and smiled. "I thought I might," she said. "Would you like that?" She flounced out to the patio without waiting for an answer.

Trish watched her leave and said, wistfully,"Man, she has a terrific figure."

Carter pushed his hand further along her ass, squeezing both her globes at their junction between her legs. "So do you, Toots," he breathed into her ear, "so do you."

Trish smiled shyly, embarrassed by the compliment, and looked down at Carter's crotch. "Your pony is rearing its head, Dr. Carter," she observed, pointing to his erect penis, insisting on its freedom and poking through his vent.

"I know," he admitted. Carter extended his right middle finger along her crevice. It dredged the fat furrow beneath her panties' damp, sticky, cotton crotch. Trish see-sawed her hips and legs against the maddening tickle. Carter whispered, "We'll have to go for another ride later. Let's eat, now." Grabbing a robe from the stack, he slipped it on, tied the belt and walked out to the glass table.

Trish stripped off her Nirvana T-shirt and removed her bra. She selected a white, XXL In'n'Out Burger T-shirt, pulling it over her head, boobs and belly. The company logo's famous, bent yellow, arrow, pointed directly at the hard tip of Trish's left tit. She hurried out to join the others for lunch.

They sat, choosing among the cheese, PbJ, or tuna salad sandwiches, crunching chips, drinking tea and chatting. Carter agreed, as long as they were alone, or off campus, that it was allowable to call him 'Bill.' By 2 p.m. the platter and chip bowl were empty and they were nursing the last of the tea.

Carter stood, removed his robe and walked to the pool. He took a shallow dive into the 6' deep water and swam lazily to the other end. Standing in 3' of water, his shirt clung to his body. His flaccid cock and sagging nutsack, moved gently between his legs as waves he had created lapped against his abdomen. "Hey!" he shouted, "Get in here, it's wonderful!" Surveying his yard, he was glad he had the privacy fence installed last year. With the palms and pampas grass, it made a very peaceful refuge from the rest of crazy Los Angeles, not to mention his nosy neighbors.

Trish stood at Carter's command. Peri pulled on her arm, said, "Don't be slow!" then ran and jumped in the pool. Her chemise briefly fluttered in the air, hiding her face and celebrating her splendid, naked, curves. Her toes pierced the liquid plane and she knifed to the floor before breaking the surface again. Gracefully, slowly, the ivory lingerie floated up. Harboring air pockets, the chemise surrounded her dimpled face and light-brown hair, making her look like a lotus flower on a pond. She laughed and sculled backward toward Carter, enjoying her sleek, nudity, beneath the wet, creamy flowing silk.

Trish dove headlong and cut the water like an Olympian, beating Peri to Carter. Her chest heaved under her soaked, transparent, white T-shirt, as she stood beside her master, giggling. Pointing at Peri, just arriving, as smooth and slow as a swan-boat, Trish said, "You lose!" and tucked her left arm around Carter's waist.

Peri stuck her tongue out, made a mock mean face, and splashed water at them. Suddenly laughing, and pushing her chemise down, she waded close and wrapped her right arm around Carter's waist, holding Trish's hand. "Not really, girlfriend," she said, winking, "We can share." Carter could not have been happier. He turned his head left and right and back again, repeatedly kissing Peri and Trish, while he stretched his arms, over their shoulders, down under their arms and firmly grabbed their outer tits. Reeling them in, he crushed the sides of their inner boobs against his ribs, naturally pulling them a quarter turn.

Peri and Trish completed the rotation on their own and double hugged Carter. He lost his grip on their breasts and ran his hands down their spines to their submerged bottoms. Both girls wiggled, sliding their feet apart on the stipled pool floor. His right hand worked its way to Trish's cunt where he resumed his deferred tickling, wedging her panties deep into her slit. Carter's left hand worked in between Peri's cheeks. He inserted his middle fingertip just inside her rosebud and slowly circumscribed its perimeter. He kissed them, they kissed him and each other.

Peri, meanwhile, fished her left hand under the water until she found and cradled Carter's eggs. "Mmm," she murmured between kisses, "guess what I found, Trish."

Trish cheated and looked. Carter's cock, once again hard and insistent, bobbed under the water, outside his boxers and above Peri's hand. "Up periscope!" Trish cried, closing her right fist loosely on the fat staff below its spearhead. She slid her hand down until her pinkie bumped Peri's thumb as she pulsed her palm around Carter's balls. "I know what you found, girl, now, what are we going to do with it?" Trish asked.

Peri looked at Carter. "I'm tired of swimming, Bill," she said whined in a little girl's voice. "I wanna go lay down for a while. Can we use that great big bed you had the suits on?" She winked at Trish and squeezed Carter's nuts, feeling them start to tighten in their bag.

"Yes, Bill," Trish mimicked, adding a pout and frowning eyes. She pulled her fist up to the top of his cock, then slid it down with tighter pressure. "I want to lie down, too."

"Uhhnn!" Carter groaned. "A good host... must attend... uhhn!... to the guests'...uhhn!... needs." he admitted. "Let go and we can... uhhn!... get out of the water."

Peri dropped his nuts and pushed back into the deeper water. "Goody!" she cried, jubilantly, "That's what I wanted to hear!" Trish followed suit, leaving Carter standing, rampant and alone. Carter waded to the edge and climbed out of the swimming pool. Peri and Trish had already swum to the deep end and gotten out. By the time Carter walked the pool length, they were in their robes. Their soggy shirt, chemise and coral briefs were in a puddle on the patio bricks at their feet.

Peri and Trish each held an end a large, fluffy, striped, multi-colored beach towel as he approached, dripping water from his shirt and shorts. "Hurry under this towel, Bill," Peri urged, "You already have goosebumps on your arms!"

"Yes, Bill," added Trish, "Take that old shirt off. We'll dry your back!"

Carter peeled the stretched, sagging, tie-dyed, Dead T-shirt off his pot-belly and over his chest and head, throwing the saturated cloth onto the girls' pile. Stepping into the big towel, he turned to face the pool as Peri and Trish wrapped him like a rainbow burrito and started to vigorously rub his shoulders and back. He bent forward and skinned out of his skivvies, kicking them over near the other discarded underclothes.

"Yay!" cheered Peri, as the shorts plopped on the bricks and Carter stood up straight again. "Now we can work on the legs!"

Trish squatted down and briskly brushed the terrycloth up and down Carter's lower thighs and calves, while Peri lowered the towel and applied it to his waist, hips and butt. Sneaking her right hand around, covered in the towel, she playfully grabbed his soft, wet, cock. It grew strong in her palm as she squeezed it lightly three times in quick succession. "Oops!" she laughed, "Now what have I done? Is that a puppet, Bill?" she asked.

Trish lifted the towel from the bottom and peered around Carter's left hip. "Nope!" she said to Peri. "That's a pony not a puppet!" She giggled and pushed her side of the towel between Carter's legs. Moving rapidly up and down his inner thighs, she ended with her terry-clad palm fondling his nuts in their damp hairy sack. "But I'm not sure what these are. They are big and round and roll in my hand. Bill, does your pony have a cart or something?" Trish asked, giggling out of control.

"Alright, alright!" Carter said, pretending to be annoyed. "Lets go in the house and learn about ponies, carts and riding trails."

"And about carrots, apricots and milk and cookies, too!" added Peri, mischievously. She let go of the towel, exposing Carter's full, fierce erection. He picked up his robe from the glass table, dropped it over his left arm and strode into the house, down the hall, with the girls chasing him.

Peri passed him in the hall, ran into the bedroom and had the duvet and topsheet off the king-size bed before Carter got through the door. Trish slipped by his right side, jumped on the bed and knelt, sitting back on her heels. Her untied robe, bulky as it was, did nothing to contain her 40DD boobs, firmly jutting out from her chest.

Peri tossed her bathrobe off and climbed up on the other side of the bed. She sat cross-legged, her triangularly arranged, light-brown pubic tufts pointing directly at the open, inviting slice of her cunt. She patted the mattress between her and Trish. "Get up here, please, Dr. Carter," she requested urgently. "Lay down on your back, so I can demonstrate how to pet a pony. I can't tutor Trish without your help."

Carter nodded he would, but detoured toward the bathroom. "Just a sec, girls," he spoke, over his shoulder as he walked, "I need to get the tack box and saddles." Peri looked at Trish quizzically. She shrugged, spreading her hands and consequently her robe. "I think saddles are little tubey things," she offered, proud to be able to answer Peri's unasked question.

Carter returned shortly with his silver cardboard box, which, Peri knew, had certain fun toys inside, and a handful of Trojan packets, which she did not recognize. Crawling up on the bed between the teenagers he sat, legs extended, back against the headboard. Once again, his penis was flaccid, nestling its neck against his heavy, replenished, eggs in his loose scrotum. Carter reached his arms behind the young co-eds. He stretched and leaned over Peri, placing the box and condoms on the bedside table, and kissed her sweetly. Re-centering himself, he turned his head left and kissed Trish, equally sweetly, and said to them both, "I'm sorry, it looks like the pony has turned into a puppy and gone to sleep." He hugged them to his sides, kissed each again, and curled his hands around their nearest breasts, pulling back Trish's terry robe front for full contact.

Peri put her right hand high on Carter's sternum and scratched her index fingernail back and forth lightly along his collar bone at the base of his throat. "Hmmm, I think I can work with that, OK," she said softly, "but, what's in the little packages?"

Trish was also curious. Her back had been turned and she had not seen Carter deploy the condom he used when he fucked her that morning. "Yes, Bill, and what's in the silver box?" she added to the list of questions, as she reached and rubbed her left palm over Carter's relaxed, mounded stomach, digging her pinkie into his navel.

These little touches were remedial and Carter watched as his cock twitched. "All in due time, Trish," he answered with a smile, "but when Peri has chased the puppy away and the pony is back, I'll teach you both how to put the saddle on."

Peri grinned, looked at the fattening dick below Trish's hand and said, "Doggone! Looks like the dog is gone!" She removed her hand from Carter's chest and gently stroked his semi-hard, swelling cock. Twisting her body, she bent over his groin and pulled his growing erection up to her lips. Trish stopped rubbing his stomach and watched with amazement. His staff doubled in girth and length. Its head bubbled a glistening gobule of pre-cum. Peri's tongue darted out, met the thick, welling fluid and pushed it, diluted with her saliva, around the soft, spongy, dark head. "Mmmm, this is almost the best part," she said, "Taste and see, Trish!"

Rocking forward off her heels, Trish put her right hand on the mattress beside Carter's right hip for balance as Peri moved away, ceding the ground. Trish held his fully engorged staff in her left hand, automatically sliding it up and down, and tentatively licked the shiny mushroom head. "OH!" she exclaimed in surprise, "It hopped!"

Carter grinned at Peri who, knowingly, flashed her dimples back at him. He moved his left hand under the bathrobe and caressed Trish's rear thighs, encouraging her to widen her stance. She returned her mouth to his cock, remembering how she cleaned it for Carter earlier, opened her wide, full lips and took him inside. "He is so much bigger than before!" she thought, not fully grokking the physiology. Carter rubbed higher on Trish's legs, sliding his hand to her pussy, noting how wet and slippery she had become. He pushed two fingers between her plump outer lips and spread them before sliding along to the top of her slot.