Aftershocks Ch. 03: Confab

All Characters In This Story Are 18+ Years Old

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Monday, November 9, 1992

5:00 p.m., Los Angeles, CA

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Periwinckle Halstead bounced her bare volleyball butt on her heels, arched her back and thrust her equally bare breasts onto Dr. William Carter's chest. His navy-and-gold striped silk tie, hanging from a loosened knot below his light-blue Oxford shirt's opened throat, divided her full round globes as they squashed against him. Her knees sank between the seat cushions to the sofa frame. His thick hard seven-and-a-half-inch boner sank balls-deep into her tight twat.

Uncrossing her ankles, Peri dropped her shins, settled comfortably around Carter's cock and rested on his thighs. As her balanced weight bore down on his quads, he slid his hands over her ribs and crutched her armpits under her raised gray sweatshirt. She dug her fingers through his shirt's pinpoint cotton into his collarbones. He pressed his back against the old-rose couch's damask upholstery, hiked his hips and flexed his joint in her juicing warmth.

Sighing her satisfaction into Carter's thick brown hair, the eighteen-year-old co-ed incongruously noted his salt-and-pepper temples were slightly shaggy. She did not mind that he need a haircut. He filled her up to her soul. That was what mattered.

Otherwise motionless, Peri contracted her Kegels and squeezed the lifestarter as hard as she could. It happily twitched and hitched responsively inside her. Carter tipped his head back onto the sofa's polished cherrywood frame, smiled into her hazel eyes and, for at least the thousandth time, marveled at his good fortune. She lowered her face and softly, then deeply, kissed her sixty-six-year-old lover.

Together, the coupled couple began an unrushed, yet emotionally urgent, pas de deux. He rocked while she stirred. Their infinitesimal movements stoked outsized fires. Their breaths synchronized even as they shortened with slowly increasing excitement.

Peri chewed Carter's lips and squirmed on his torso as her passion grew. He pulled her tighter to himself. Thrills electrified him from his constricting throat to his tensing thighs and challenged his self-control. Tearing her mouth from his, she gasped, "UHN! Uhnncle Bill! Right there!"

Carter grunted responsively and sensed his surging tide rise. His strokes lengthened as the springy sofa added more strength to his powerful pelvic thrusts. He panted through gritted teeth, "Y-yes? There? Now?"

Peri bathed Carter's face with her hot breath as she leaned in and corroborated, "YESS! NOW!" Her crisis burst; her mind blanked; her ass twerked spasmodically while her curling toes cramped.

Carter was beyond needing encouragement. Lunging his loins upward, he ground his pubic bone against Peri's as his nuts exploded. Heat flashed through his chest while her gripping cunt milked his shooting nozzle. They neither one wanted the moment to end, but of course, it did.

Rolling off Carter to her right, Peri cupped her left hand against her pussy to catch his turtling creampie, then raised the gathered goo to her mouth. While she slurped his excess from her fingers, she patted his softening prick with her right hand and extracted a tardy final spurt. Removing that last bit, too, to her lips, she sighed, "Mmmm, that was delicious, Uncle Bill." With a wink, she added, "I'm glad I already finished my Western Civ paper on Agamemnon. I'm too relaxed to concentrate on homework, now, thank you!"

Carter turned his face, planted a light kiss on Peri's nearest dimple and said, "You're welcome, Sweetie, and back at you. But we need to talk about something and I want to do that before Trish gets home." He stood from the couch then pulled up his boxers and pants. As he buckled his belt, he invited, "Let's go sit by the pool for moment, okay?"

Peri looked doubtfully through the picture windows at the palm fronds swishing in the light evening breeze. Tugging her sweatshirt down over her tits, she doubled over to grab her panties and sweatpants which were pooled around her feet. Wiggling as she worked them up her legs and back into place, she complained, "I'm comfy right here, Bill. It looks chilly out there." She patted the center couch cushion and encouraged, "C'mon. Sit."

"Okay, Sweetie," Carter agreed. Turning away to the nearby globe bar, he said, "I'm going to have a whiskey. Can I get you anything? An Amaretto?"

"Oh, no, thanks," replied Peri. "There's a poured Coke on the kitchen counter, though. You could bring me that." Leaning back into the sofa corner, she draped her left wrist over the armrest, crossed her legs and waited at ease.

Carter returned with the drinks, set them on coasters on the low coffee table, then settled himself on the couch. Turning three-quarters to face Peri, he propped his bent left elbow on the sofa back and gently toyed with her long light-brown hair. As he smiled into her nose's lightly freckled bridge, he was suddenly at a loss for words. The speech he had planned during the drive from the office was there waiting, but he felt stumped to begin.

Peri sat patiently quiet. She sensed something important was about to happen although Carter's enigmatic expression gave nothing away. Ten long silent seconds were too much, however. Taking the initiative, she laid her left hand soft on his right knee, and asked facetiously, "What's the matter, Bill? Are you still bummed because the Lakers lost to the Kings last night?"

Carter did not know if it was due to Peri's off-the-wall question, or her laughing hazel eyes, or her deep grinning dimples, but the log jam in his throat broke. He shook his head and chuckled, "No, Sweetie, nothing is wrong, but I still owe you the full story of what happened last week at the conference."

Peri frowned, then quickly smiled again and answered, "Oh, that. Yeah, I remember saying you could tell me all about Luz later, but I didn't actually mean I was interested in the details. I'm sure she's a sweet thing and was a fun fuck." Thinking she had preemptively cleared Carter's conscience and assured him she was not jealous, she patted his leg then started to stand from the couch.

Carter lowered his left hand to Peri's shoulder top and held her in place as he said, earnestly, "No, not the details, but you do need to know about her..." Picking up his Canadian-Club-on-the-rocks, he gulped a slug then continued, "...and about her mother, Mariana."

Peri's eyes narrowed. She shrank back onto the armrest while she processed Carter's unexpected words. Straining to keep her tone even, she asked, "What, it was a threesome?"

"No, no, no," Carter replied, shaking his head again, vigorously. "Don't get ahead of the story," he pleaded.

Visibly relaxing, but cautiously alert, Peri swallowed some soda, looked across her glass' rim and replied, "Okay, Bill, I'm all ears. So, what's the story?"

Forty-five minutes later, Peri had a nearly complete picture. Carter had unflinchingly recounted his days and nights at the College Counselors Association's annual conference without specifically quantifying how many times, or in what locations, he had fucked both Luz and Mariana Guerrero. He had told her how he learned that the women were his previously unknown daughter and granddaughter, but withheld the likelihood that they were pregnant by him. Now, he faced his tale's trickiest aspect: Bringing Mari into the household.

Peri had, as promised, listened attentively, but she felt her patience dwindling. It was still unclear what she was supposed to do with the news. Succinctly recapping, she said, "Okay, you have discovered you have a Hispanic daughter and granddaughter, and you screwed both of them before you learned who they were. So, now what? Thanksgiving in L.A. and Christmas in Palm Springs?" She was surprised by the petulance she heard in her questions.

So, too, was Carter. He blinked and commented, "It's not like you to be snide, Peri. 'The toothpaste is out of the tube,' as the saying goes, but it doesn't need to be a negative thing. You've had lots of fun with Trish and Ruth and even with Jenny Adams and Dr. Chad, right?" He patted the teen's shoulder, then shook it gently as he lowered his voice and continued, "It's true I hypnotized and fucked Luz, but the thing with Mari was just a heat-of-the-moment deal."

Peri moued and cast her eyes down to her lap, then replied quietly, "But, even though you didn't know it when it first happened, it was still incest, wasn't it? That's illegal. You could get in trouble, and then where would I, or any of us be?"

Carter nodded and agreed somberly, "Yes, that's true. Which is why it must never be found out. But I can't deny my responsibility to my daughter, or to her child, either, can I? Of course not!" He paused, tipped up Peri's chin and kissed her sweetly. Despite the disclosed pecadillos, his gentle soft lips uplifted her spirits and warmed her heart. She craned her neck and hungrily pressed her mouth harder to his.

Refusing to be sidetracked a second time, Carter interrupted Peri's ardent response and scooted backward on the sofa cushion. At a safer social distance, he slapped his thighs and said, "You asked what's next and that's really why I wanted to brief you to begin with. I spoke with Mari on the phone today. I don't know all the details, but I imagine something horrific happened, because she has moved, for safety, out of her home in Cathedral City to a local hotel. She tells me she is never going back to her husband, Eduardo, under any circumstances."

Aghast at the unstated possibilities, Peri exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! Is she alright? Did he hurt her?"

"Yes, she's fine," Carter answered. "She's safe, but she's adrift. She accepted my offer to move her in here, with us. She'll need lots of supportive love and I know you and Trish will do all you can in that department." He searched Peri's face and gambled, "Go ahead. Tell me I'm wrong..."

Peri's hair shimmered as she shook her head and replied, "No... it's all so sudden, I don't really know what to think... but, you're not wrong. Mari'll definitely need support and you are, after all, her dad." Suddenly, she frowned, then blurted, "But, what about Luz? How're things going to be for her? Will she be okay? It all sounds like a pretty volatile situation to me and she'll be left alone."

Carter looked at his empathetic faux-niece with admiration and gratitude. "You are just so good, Peri," he complimented. "Those are great questions, which I don't know how to answer right now, but definitely will look into. Luz has her own place, but it is no doubt a turbulent emotional time for her, too. Meanwhile, let's welcome Mari with open arms and hearts when I bring her home on Wednesday, eh?"

"Okay, Bill," Peri answered sincerely. "No worries here." She cocked her head, winked wryly and added, "But, I do wonder if your stable is getting too large for you to manage. A filly needs lots of oats, you know!"

Just then, the front door opened. Nineteen-year-old Patricia Dempsey called from the foyer, "Hey everybody! I'm home! Where are you? Are you decent?" Her bubbling laughter echoed through the hall as she shut the door and dropped her keys beside her floral tapestry clutch purse on the mail table.

"Hi, Trish! We're just chatting in the living room," Carter called back.

"I assume that you'll bring Trish up to speed in your own special way," commented Peri under her breath.

Carter stood, nodded to Peri, then raised his right index finger and said, soto voce, "Right. I'll take care of Trish."

Peri nodded accord, picked up her Coke and headed back toward her books and school papers. Meanwhile, Trish was breezing through the kitchen on a collision course. Just before bumping into each other, both girls stopped short. Giggling their apologies, they jigged and jiggled in the close quarters between the granite kitchen island, the dining table and the archway to the living room.

Trish threw up her right hand for a high-five and exclaimed, "Hey, P! Henry aced the lab runs an hour early! Dr. Carlisle was totally impressed. She said hasn't seen a mouse so quickly maze-trained in like, forever!"

As their palms smacked loudly at ear-level, Peri caught her friend's excitement and replied, "That's awesome, Trish!" Then she pointed to her homework strewn on the polished pecan nook table and added in a more subdued voice, "I hope De Kuyper likes my Agamemnon essay as much."

"Oh, Peri," Trish pooh-poohed. "You know he will. You're so smart, he's bound to love it!" Then, dodging past her, she hustled over to Carter, who had moved away from the couch and back to the globe bar to refill his after-work whiskey. Kicking off her two-inch rope wedgies, she hugged up close, kissed his neck and burbled, "Mmm, hey, Dr. C... "

As Carter turned in Trish's embrace to face her, Peri said from the other room, "I just want to proofread my paper once more, Uncle Bill. I only need twenty minutes - a half-hour, tops. I'll be in your home office."

While Peri moved down the short hall away from the main house, and her voice trailed off, Carter called over Trish's shoulder, "Okay, Sweetie! In a little while, I'll come for you and we can all go... uhnn! out to dinner!"

Carter back-swallowed his last three words as Trish closed her right hand through his light wool suit pants around his package. She sighed her satisfaction when she felt his thick softness immediately perk up. "Oh, you'll come, Dr. C, but it'll be for ME, not her," she hissed evilly while she tightened her grip and pressed firmly on his swelling growth.

Carter wrapped his arms around the young mop-top's busty five-foot-five frame. "Maybe," he answered quietly into her left ear. "But, not right now. PRESTO."

Upon hearing the transformative word, Trish slumped instantly inert within Carter's supportive hug. Walking backward, he maneuvered his entranced thrall to a nearby big green leather club chair. While he sat down, he spun her and parked her on her lap, like Charlie McCarthy, tucked into his crooked right elbow with her heavy left breast secure in his cupped hand. Casually, without rushing, he swiped a stray copper curl from her forehead with his free hand then turned her face to his.

Trish mewled when Carter's mouth closed sweetly on her full rubbery lips. Her breast swelled in his grasp and her bottom rolled slightly on his right thigh. Breaking the kiss, then studying her closed eyes and blank expression, Carter quietly intoned, "Hello, Trish. Are you listening to me?"

Of course, the answer was never in doubt. Compelled by a magical musical voice, Trish nodded her head and inwardly focused her unseeing external gaze on its shadowy source. "Good, good," Carter continued. He dropped his left hand to her faded black denim mini-skirt's waistband and thumbed her deep navel through her dark teal T-shirt.

Carter strongly believed sensual physical reinforcement was as important to his hypnotic process as the words and vocal tones themselves. But, even if, in fact, it was not essential, he personally enjoyed the technique he had perfected. While he tugged the T-shirt from the skirt, he said soothingly, "I have important information for you. You must pay very close attention. Tell me you will."

In her foggy cavern, Trish shouted eagerly, "Yes! Anything for you, master! YES!" But her voice, though clear, was a barely audible monotone as she answered aloud, "I will."

Carter ducked his hand beneath the freed fabric and slowly circumnavigated Trish's warm bare belly. It trembled under his touch. Then, sliding north, between his braced right forearm and her sternum, he deftly released her underwired bra's front closure. She sniffed sharply as his driving fingers cruised behind the loose lacy cup to her right breast's crest and closed on her responding puffed areola.

Keeping his voice low and his tone calmly flat, Carter began the necessary additional programming. "Someone new will be moving in with us, Trish," he said while pulling at her nipple. He smiled at her low guttural "hhhnnn" as he released it. "Her name is Mariana." Tugging the tit again, he held it tautly stretched and added, "She is my own grown-up daughter."

Carter opened his fingers, then collapsed his hand and compressed Trish's firm resilient mass. As he felt her reactive nub drill into his palm, he said, "Mariana is going to keep house for us. She will be like a mother to you." Drawing up his fingertips, he re-pinched, then let go, the stiffening inverted nipple and asked, "Do you understand?"

Trish mewled then squeaked, "Yes, I understand. Mariana. My mother." Her spirit soared. It was miraculous that her mother, who had tragically died in a boating accident on Puget Sound five years ago, could change her name and come alive again. She did not know how her master could accomplished such a feat, but she loved him all the more for it.

Carter praised his thrall, "Very good, Trish! Now, give me a kiss." Somnolently puckering, she obeyed the commanding voice while he clutched her left breast through her brown plaid flannel work shirt, T-shirt and undone bra. Happily cuddled in her cotton cocoon she felt a thrilling wave sweep pleasantly through her. Meanwhile, he withdrew his left hand from her needy aching right pip and relocated to her left inner thigh.

Squeezing into the soft bare flesh below the mini-skirt's hem, Carter broke the kiss and said, "Mariana's arrival will not change anything between you and me. I am, and always will be, your master. You love my voice and my touch. You live for my voice and my touch. You feel my touch, now. Tell me you feel me feeling you."

Trish's voice quavered as she soughed, "Yes. I feel you, master. I love your touch..." Her voice faded into a sigh and she involuntarily squirmed on Carter's leg. He moved his hand higher on her leg, under the denim, nearer to her tented heat's source. She arched her back against his biceps; the rush in her chest increased.

Extending his fingers, Carter brushed the plump camel-toe in Trish's nylon panties and asked, "Can you come for me?" He pressed the damp gusset and wedged it into her crease as he tickled his way to its top. Tapping her thinly veiled clitoral hood, he amended, "Hmm? If I touch you more? Can you come? Like I like?"

"Uuhnn... yesss," Trish gasped audibly. "Yyyeesss, pleee...zzze! I want to come for you!" Her closed eyelids squeezed tears from their corners.

"Very well, then," Carter answered equably. "We'll see." Sliding back down along Trish's cleft, he hooked his fingertip through her panties' leg seam and inserted it into the tiny tight aperture above her fourchette. Her leaking excitement lubed his nail and he pushed in easily to the third joint. Then, slowly, he pulled his finger back and pushed in again.

Pull. Push. Pull. Push. Carter watched Trish with fascination. He loved how her regular slow deep-sleep breaths morphed into rapid shallow gasps. She moaned, and rolled her head in her trance, as he finger-fucked her while rhythmically dry-milking her clothed tit.

As Trish's hips slip-slid Carter's trousers across his legs, his cock hardened and his balls complained for their neglect. He introduced his index finger beside his bird in her slick sticky channel. Her pussy's contracting smooth muscles grabbed the doubled digits and strengthened the soft vacuum around them. Puling and panting as he bounced her with strategic heel lifts, she unconsciously bucked on his lap while she subconsciously rode a wet wild wonderful whitewater river.

When Carter judged the teen was critically charged, he clamped his right hand like a bear-trap around her full tit. Joining his ring finger to the two in her twat, he jammed the bunch to the webbing and stabbed his left thumb pad against her engorged clit. With calm undeniable authority, he ordered, "COME, Toots! COME for me! Come NOW!"