All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old
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Sunday, November 1, 1992, Los Angeles, CA
Periwinkle Halstead woke up cuddled against Patricia Dempsey. As she rejoined the conscious world her senses ganged up an stirred memories of the previous night. She tasted lingering traces of mixed cum. Her bottom was sore and her pussy felt raw. Her nipples,drilled ito Trish's bare back, announced their tender chafed presence with little spasmodic sharp twinges. Peri smelled the heady scent of her and Trish's dried sweat, infused with their failing deodorants and dying perfumes. As she separated from her friend, 18-year old Peri's nude body stuck tackily to Trish, pulling free with an audible kiss. Her fingers trailed from the entranced and oblivious 19-year olds's massive right breast along her ribs and hip, reluctantly surrendering their clutched prize.
Peri rolled to her right, flopped on her back, smiling in her exhaustion and deep sexual satisfaction, and stared at the stippled plaster ceiling over Dr. Carter's king-size bed. "Oh My Gosh!" she sighed to herself, "What a party!" She rolled her head on her pillow as she reflected on the private Hallowe'en fuckfest.
It had been a huge surprise when she and Trish returned home late Saturday afternoon from studying at the University library. Carter greeted them at the door wearing a medieval monk's robes and hood. "Great! You're home with plenty of time to get ready for tonight!" he boomed, hugging the teens close against his coarse habit and kicking the door shut behind them.
"Huh?" Trish blurted, with a quizzical squint.
"Yes, Uncle Bill," Peri asked, "What do you mean? What's tonight?"
"Well, it's Hallowe'en, isn't it?" replied Carter, letting them go and stepping back. He never tired of surveying their nubile voluptuous bodies. "I decided to have a fun little party," he continued, "Ruth Cohen will be here in a bit, and Chad English is bring Jenny." He beamed inside his hood. "Everyone has a costume. I put yours in the master bedroom." He side-stepped the girls, swatted them sharply on their rumps and said, "Now, Scoot! Go get changed... We're going to have a great time!"
His enthusiasm was contagious and the teens hustled down the hall, eager to find and don their costumes. Carter, meanwhile, resuming his last minute preparations, walked through to the breakfast nook and turned on the outside lights. The pool garden was lit with scattered tiki-torches and he had strung Christmas lights around the patio, having replaced all red, green and blue bulbs with orange, white and purple ones. The plantings and fence provided a mysterious veiled backdrop for the flickering low flames and dappled holiday strands as well as being a barrier to any chill breezes. "Perfect," Carter muttered to himself, looking out through the glass slider.
The girls walked up behind Carter, flanking him on their preferred sides. Trish slipped her right arm loosely around his waist while Peri lightly rubbed his shoulders with her left hand.
"What do you think, Dr. C.?" Trish asked, applying slight pressure with her open palm.
"Do our costumes look like you hoped they would?" Peri followed, finishing the question and tugging Carter's cowl off his head.
Carter grinned at their refletions in the dark glass and brought his arms around the teens' shoulders, snugging them close. "Absolutely!" he declared.
Trish, who had, in the past six weeks, lost nearly 15 pounds and was down to 150 on her 5'5" frame, was stuffed into a bright green satin Playboy Bunny costume. Her breasts, formerly oversized at 40DD, had naturally reduced a bit, but were still more than ample for the costume's push-up cups. Their milk-white tops bulged at the front and side edges of the suit's bust line. The high-cut hips emphasized her thighs, now nicely toned by her diligent yoga workouts, yet still good-sized, if not quite Rubenesque. Trish's 3" emerald pumps made her taller than Peri, who stood 5'6" flat-footed in her fringed, ankle-high, soft-soled, leather moccasins.
Carter had found an Indian Princess costume and Peri fitted and filled the garb to a tee. The lightweight brushed buckskin dress followed her form from neck to knees, cinched at the waist with braided thongs. Peri's hourglass figure pressed the outfit at key points and the beadwork on the bodice highighted the her unbound 35C breasts.
Carter lowered his hands and rubbed small circles casually on their young bottoms. Turning left and right he gave Trish and Peri quick kisses. "Would you please pull the cold cuts and cheese out of the 'fridge and put them around the table?" he asked. The girls nodded their assent and turned to the kitchen. Carter felt his cock thicken as he watched them walk off. "Oh, it's going to be a helluva party!" he thought, then he went to the living room bar set up, splashed a quick shot of Candian Club over an ice cube and sipped while he adjusted his sound system.
Bach's 'Toccata and Fugue in D Minor' had just begun when the doorbell rang. Carter set down his empty glass, ambled to the foyer and admitted his enchanted secretary, Ruth Cohen. "Hey, Baby!" he greeted her, hugging her tight on the threshold. "You look terrific! Looks like we'll be whipped into shape PDQ, now," he declared, admiring Ruth's dominatrix costume.
Ruth Cohen, age 35, had changed considerably from the fat, pasty, unkempt blob she had been when she started working as Dr. Carter's secretary at the University counseling center three years ago. He had recognized her hidden beautiful assets and used his hypnosis to break her eating disorder, improve her self-esteem and, not coincidentally, to sexually enslave her. She was his earliest thrall and now, more than ever, he enjoyed exercising his power to fuck her whenever and however it suited him.
For tonight's masquerade, Ruth wore stillo-heeled, mid-calf black boots. Her leather trenchcoat flapped open in the hall, revealing black fishnet stockings fastened to a black lace garter belt, framing her heavy brunette bush peeking out from the edges of a tiny black satin G-string, and matching black lace underwire bra, which supported her full, mature 37D tits. She smiled her thanks for Carter's compliment, flashing her brilliant white teeth between deep carmine lips. Her eyes sparkled behind the black satin 'Zorro' mask she used as a headband for her medium length brunette hair.
"You're sweet, Billy Boy," she cooed, "but you don't fool me in that pious monk's robe," SMACK! Her riding crop whistled and popped against Carter's butt through his heavy costume. "There's a reminder for you what happens when little boys are naughty!" Ruth laughed and pushed past Carter into the house. "Am I the first to arrive?" she asked, turning around and repairing their broken embrace.
"Well," Carter answered, "my girls are here, naturally, but other than that..." He was interrupted by the doorbell. Carter gave Ruth a fast squeeze and a wet kiss, then turned and opened the front door as she closed and belted her trenchcoat before walking through to the dining room to say 'Hello' to Peri and Trish.
On the porch were Carter's 45-year old friend and personal physician, Charles 'Chad' English with his 26-year old receptionist, Jenny Adams, whom Carter had spellbound a year before when she was first hired. Carter extended his hand and ushered them in. "Hey, Chad," he said, "good timing, Ruth just got here." He looked Jenny over and grinned at her black-and-orange cheerleader's uniform. "Hi! Oregon State, eh?" he chuckled, "We can always use a beaver!" Leaning in close he whispered, for Jenny's ears only, "GINGER." The keyword transformed her instantly into his programmed, personally compliant, devoted servant.
"That's what I'm here for, Dr. Carter," Jenni answered, spreading her handheld black-and-orange plastic pom-poms and shimmying her 33B boobies under her tight white sweater. "Rah! Rah! How do you like my shakers?"
