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Authors name: Storysman@aol.com
Story name : The Substance another story - Part IV
By Storysman
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The Substance Part IV
By Storysman
Chapter 1
The morning sun was shining brightly into Rick's eyes
as he strained to stay awake. He was on his way home from
vacation, a vacation he thoroughly enjoyed thanks to the
delectable beauty he had fucked over the weekend.
What an amazing gift he had received in the Substance.
What an incredible, wonderful liquid he was able to acquire
that melted the barriers to his dreams like an acid. What
woman was there he couldn't bed? What woman was there he
couldn't seduce? Drop-dead gorgeous, and the substance
would seduce her. Happy with her boyfriend, the substance
would seduce her. Married, motherly, or conservative and
the substance would seduce her.
He eyed the stewardesses that quickly made their way
up and down the aisleway. They were pretty, but not
exceptional. Before the substance, he might have tried his
luck with one of them. After all, he was fairly attractive
to begin with. But with the substance, NO woman could
resist him! Even women who were involved, attracted to him
or not, fell under it's spell and eagerly embraced the
heated sex Rick offered them.
Whoa.
Rick smiled with confidence as a fellow passenger
moved into his row. A normal man would bless his luck,
happy with the fact he would be spending the plane ride
next to a hot chick. But such luck was insufficient. Rick
knew he was going to FUCK the woman next to him. She was
facing the aisle, offering a long view of her of her
slightly bent posterior. Now she turned, smiling lovingly
at the infant in her arms.
She was a mother. A brand new mother. A stewardess
cooed at the child, and helped mommy place a baby carrier
on the seat next to Rick. God was she beautiful! Absolutely
enchanting! Long, straight brown her fell down past her
shoulders, shining in the light. Her smile was highlighted
by devastatingly white teeth. And what a face! She belonged
on the cover of Glamour, and Rick wondered if maybe she HAD
been at one time.
She talked in a sweet, soothing voice to her child,
flashing her full lips and warming smile in a way that
comforted her child and aroused Rick. But it wasn't the
full-force gotta-fuck her feeling he was used to. It was a
numbing, pleasing feeling of warmth he felt in his arms and
down past his waist. She was so exquisite, so feminine. She
was wearing a dark jacket, with a thick tan buttoned shirt
underneath. The buttons were oversized, and slightly angled
at the top by the contour of her breasts. The shirt was
tight, despite its thickness, and bent apart enough between
the buttons to offer a tiny peek at her firm female assets.
Her legs were dressed in white stockings. Rick wondered how
far up they went under her dark, smooth skirt.
"I hope he doesn't bother you..." she was talking to
him! Rick broke his dazed stare. "He's usually quite good,
and doesn't cry much."
"Oh don't worry, Rick answered. "He won't bother me
one bit."
"I bought both seats, so I won't have to reach over
anybody for anything." Damn! Rick pictured her slender,
pinkish arms reaching across his body and feeling the warm
press of a breast against his chest.
"Good thinking." Hmm. Rick wondered if she was
wealthy. Her dress, her expenses... He now noticed her
wedding ring. He wasn't surprised to see that a stunning
woman was spoken for, especially one with a child! But it
didn't concern him. The Substance convinced the most
devoted of ladies.
Oh yeah, the Substance! Rick had been intoxicated with
the sight of her so deeply he almost forgot he had to
intoxicate HER! But how? And when? He couldn't very well
fuck a semi-conscious woman in her seat. Maybe feel her
up... Rick felt his cock grow hard at the thought. He could
open her blouse... he could slide his hand in onto the
rounded fair skin... he could lay a blanket over them, and
guide his hand up her skirt, searching for the straps to
those stockings.
He had to shift in his seat. What good was it? There
was a baby between them. He couldn't get close enough to
her anyway. And even then, he knew he shouldn't impair the
infant's sole protector. After all, if she was being
molested, who would look out for the toddler?
So now what? He couldn't take his eyes off her. She
cradled her son, rocking him gently to her bosom, humming
in a sweet voice. Her arms looked so fragile, like she
barely had the strength to hold a child. In fact, her
entire body seemed incapable of going through the rigors of
childbirth. Yet still, her husband had made love to her.
His sperm had fertilized an egg, and she had given birth.
The flight departed after what seemed like hours. The
infant had been strapped into his special seat, yet the
beautiful mother still held and watched her child as the
engines roared and took the plane into the sky. Amazingly,
the child never awoke. It slept through the thundering
engines and force of acceleration and continued his slumber
after the plane leveled off.
"Good..." The woman's voice again interrupted Rick's
private sexual want. "I wasn't sure if he was going to get
through that."
Rick decided to take the opportunity of speech. "Has
he been on a plane before?"
"Just on the flight down. He got through that, too.
But you can never be sure how a newborn is going to react."
"I'll take your word for it. I have to admit, I'm glad
he got through it, too. But still, he won't bother me!"
"Thanks, my name is Kathy, by the way. I've found if I
introduce myself, people are a lot more tolerant when he
starts crying."
People are a lot more tolerant because you're hot as
hell! Rick wanted to say. "My name is Rick. "Ok, I'll be
more tolerant."
Kathy laughed. Her laugh was sweet and gentle, and
bounced her breasts in the most appealing way. They made
idle chat for a few minutes. Rick carefully explored the
opportunity of putting her under the Substance, but
couldn't help but a feel a small sense of duty. She seemed
devoted to her husband, and doting to her child. The
husband didn't bother her, but the baby did. If he
intoxicated her, and fucked her, who would look after the
little tike? If only his friends were here.
"Ohh! Isn't he adorable!" The voice came from a
strolling stewardess. Great, So much for getting to know
Kathy. Now they would be wrapped up in baby talk. The
stewardess, far less attractive than Kathy, cooed and
smiled at the child in a voice that made Rick want to punch
her. Leave us alone! He wanted to yell. I want to fuck this
woman, and you're not helping!
"Are you breast-feeding?"
Hello! Now this deserved some attention. For some
reason, Rick had forgotten that new mothers nursed babies,
at least some of them! The thought of Kathy's nipples
providing nourishment instantly heightened his arousal.
"Yes, yes I am." Ooohhh... Rick thought. He looked at
The curved shape of Kathy's top, wondering exactly where
the pink nipples were that nursed with sweet milk.
"Oh, I think all mothers should. I think it makes you
so much closer to the baby..."
Rick wanted to leap out of his chair. Oh God, she
breast-fed! Her breasts were full of milk! Each time he
thought it, it made him more hard! He wanted to leap up,
rip open Kathy's blouse and take her heavied tits into his
hands and squeeze out her motherly fluid. He wanted to see
that lovely face flinch as his fingers pinched her nipples.
He had never seen a woman breast-feed before, but at that
moment, the image was the most erotic, intimate, feminine
event he could imagine.
"Yes. I agree. I breast-fed my daughter as well."
"How many children do you have?"
"He's my second. I had my daughter when I was very
young - seventeen - I kind of wanted to wait awhile to have
any more."
"I hope to have another one soon. If it went like last
time, I'll need to buy some bigger bras again!"
Don't talk about YOUR breasts Rick thought at the
waitress. Talk about KATHY'S breasts!
"To tell you the truth, I don't usually wear one."
Rick nearly crushed the armrest in his grip. "It's a lot
easier when I have to feed him." The thought of Kathy bare-
nippled underneath that heavy blouse was almost too much to
bear. He could clearly see her pink nipples, rubbing and
bending against the fabric, maybe dripping a drop of
milk...
Stop! Rick told himself. He was becoming incredibly
uncomfortable as his cock raged between his legs. Even if
he tried the substance here, even if he moved the child to
his seat and took a groping position next to her, he
couldn't do anything as long as this damn stewardess was
around!
The women talked for a few more minutes. Whether by
timing or some kind of cosmic suggestion only a baby could
understand, the little tike began to cry. It whimpered at
first, but then let out a few good wails.
"I think he's hungry." The stewardess said.
"Yeah, damn. I knew this was going to happen! I fed
him at the airport, but knew he wouldn't make it through
the trip. I guess I'd better go to the bathroom..."
"There's really not much room in there. Would it be
more comfortable to just do it here in the seat?"
Kathy seemed about to turn nervously toward Rick. Her
reaction made it clear. If it was just girls around, she'd
whip that breast out no problem. But with a strange man
sitting here...
"No, no. It will be ok. I can manage..."
"Are you sure? I could get you a blanket."
Rick felt he had but one chance, and one chance only.
Casually, and not too quickly, he let his head rest against
the window. He closed his eyes, acting as if he hadn't
heard a word of their conversation. He stirred a few
times, trying to indicate his sleep was genuine and not an
abrupt attempt at deceiving the ladies. Of course, he
didn't turn his head. He had to be able to gain sight of
this woman when the time was right.
The baby continued to be upset. Kathy took a half-
glance towards Rick. Just enough to see he wasn't eyeing
her intently. She nodded towards the stewardess, who
returned a moment later with a blanket.
Rick wished he had his own. She hadn't even begun, yet
already his cock swelled with intense anticipation. She
undid a few buttons on her blouse, then reached for her
child. A healthy dose of cleavage was exposed. Enough for
him to see the coloring of her flesh, the shape of her
breasts, and the curved shadows. Kathy lifted her son out
of his seat, and sat him on her lap. The stewardess
stretched the blanket over them. Rick bit his lip as he saw
the rumpling of her hand underneath, the rumpling that was
pulling her blouse open and exposing her left breast and
nipple.
She brought her child to her body. Rick couldn't tell,
but it sure looked like she flashed the stewardess as she
opened the blanket slightly to bring the baby to her. Of
course, she was a fellow mother. What harm was there in
letting her see the perfect, milk-filled breast that was
about to nourish the infant?
Kathy's mouth opened slightly and her eyes closed the
same moment as her son stopped crying. It was happening.
His tiny mouth and tiny lips were clamped for life around
the perfect pink nipple protruding from Kathy's left
breast. Rick shifted in his seat slightly. His penis had
throbbed so intently it started to grow numb, but now shot
a bolt of breath-stealing heat through his body. This was
it. Easily. This was the most excited he had ever been. A
woman was breast-feeding her baby next to him. Not just any
woman, a perfect woman. And he couldn't have her. He
couldn't use the Substance, he couldn't use his charm. For
the first time in a long time, he felt the frustration of
wanting what he couldn't have.
The stewardess was gone. Thankfully. The drone of the
engines was the only sound now. Nothing to distract him
from the beauty of the moment. His ears, like every other
inch of his body, had grown sensitive during his frozen
arousal. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or actual
sucking sounds that he heard emanating from Kathy's chest.
He wondered how much milk his lips drew out. Was it a
constant stream? Or individual squirts as if he drank
through a straw? Would he need milk from the second breast?
Or was one enough? One thing was certain, he didn't want to
slide downto his mother's mid section and ram his aching
cock into her cunt. Who knew, maybe a few years down the
line, but for now, that want was entirely Rick's.
Something had to happen. Something had to give. Rick
could not let this woman get up and walk off that plane
until she had shared her body and motherhood with him. If
he had to risk the Substance, he would. He couldn't stop
looking through the slit of his eye. He drew as much life
and energy from the sight of her as the infant did from the
taste of her. Kathy opened and closed her eyes the first
few moments. Her breath seemed rushed, almost as if the
contact to her breast and nipple triggered her sexuality.
Rick felt his own chest and nipples burn with the thought.
Could she want her son? Could she want more than anything
to have a grown man move between her legs, open her, probe
her, strip her of her panties, and fuck her with hard, deep
strokes as she nursed her young?
Rick shifted again. It was impossible to stay still.
"You know, you don't have to pretend to sleep."
Rick caught his breath. She was talking to him! She
knew!
"It's ok. I'm not embarrassed."
Rick opened his eyes. "Sorry..." he stammered. "I
didn't want you to feel uncomfortable." Of course not! He
wanted her to open her blouse and expose herself as much as
she desired.
"I don't normally nurse in public, but sometimes it's
unavoidable. If you have a problem with it, I'll go to the
rest room."
"Oh, I don't have a problem with it! Not at all. Its a
natural function."
"Good. I think strangers are more embarrassed than the
mothers when they see someone breast-feeding."
"You're not uncomfortable at all?"
"No, not at all. I thought I would be the first time I
ever did it, but its strange. It's really very relaxing.
Even when I was younger, I was quite comfortable nursing
my daughter wherever I was."
"How old is she now?"
"Actually, she turns seventeen tomorrow."
What? Rick thought, but didn't say his reaction. Kathy
read it on his face.
"I was a young mother, needless to say. In fact I was
seventeen when I had her. God, it seems like yesterday."
Kathy shifted in her seat, adjusting her hold of the
infant. The blanket slid down off her shoulder, but not
enough to full expose her chest.
"Oh, forget this thing!" Kathy reached out her right
hand and pushed the blanket off. Rick's heart jumped into
his throat. Damn! Damn! The jacket still obscured just
enough of her to conceal her nipple. But he could clearly
see the baby's head, needfully pressed against her soft
breast, bobbing slightly as it sucked her milk. Kathy
shifted again in her seat, drawing Rick's gaze to the other
side of her chest. So close! The jacket fell over her other
naked breast. Again, no nipple, but Rick could clearly see
the roundness and shape of her breast from top to bottom.
If she moved just enough...
"My husband is crazy about me nursing in public, so I
usually don't for his sake. And I think my daughter,
Kristen, wouldn't be crazy about the idea of seeing her mom
like this, either, but since they're not here!" And with
that, she smiled. OK! Rick thought, since they're not here,
how about me wedging between your legs and trying that
other breast?
Kathy almost seemed to read his thoughts. Her eyes
darted down to her open jacket, and she casually closed the
opening. Rick was ready to bite off his hand. The
stewardess came back, now with a cart full of soft drinks.
Kathy took a coke. Rick took out the Substance. "Just a
little..." he told himself. He would see she how she
reacted. Maybe he could excite her without incapacitating
her. Maybe he could get her to let his hands roam up her
skirt, and once that was done, she would have to have her
panties off. Once that was done, she would have to have her
skirt lifted up. Once that was done, she would need Rick's
penis to pound her cunt with a smooth, steady rhythm that
would bring them both to climax.
Rick clenched his teeth. He wanted her so much, yet
knew it was torture to think about it. They were on a
plane. What could he do?
Kathy was about to lift her sucking babe from her
chest to take her drink.
"Hey, I'll get that for you." Rick reached out his
hand. The stewardess handed him Kathy's drink, then his
own. Kathy looked at her child, who still nursed
contentedly at her breast. The stewardess started to move
to the next row.
"Oh, hey, can you ask her for another napkin?" Rick
asked Kathy. She turned her head towards the stewardess.
Rick squeezed several drops of the Substance into her
drink.
"Here..." Kathy reached across her body with her right
hand. Rick never saw her eyes or the napkin, just the
pushing of the her two soft breasts together. "Thank you,
thank you very much." Rick answered.
The conversation ebbed for a few minutes. Kathy sipped
her drink at first, then finished it off in a couple of
quick gulps. It looked for a moment as if she would be done
nursing her child, but she continued to hold the infant to
her chest. Her eyes closed again, and now stayed that way.
Rick wondered if he gave her too much. He looked at her
closely. She was slowly moving her tongue across the inside
of her lower lip.
"So your daughter turns seventeen tomorrow, eh?"
Kathy's eyes opened instantly. "Um, yes, yes she
does." She was definitely starting to feel something. She
hadn't looked at Rick when she answered. But she was still
conscious, that was a good sign. "We're having a big party
for her. Lots of friends..."
"Really? Sounds like fun."
"I hope so. She's coming back from school for it. It's
funny, we've all been out of town -- me at my mom's, my
husband on business, Kristen at her girls school. It should
be a good day, swimming and relaxing. I am so glad I'm
having it catered."
"Do you have a DJ?"
"No, I thought about getting one, but didn't have
time."
"Well, um, I am a DJ."
"Really? That's perfect! Would you be interested in
doing it?" Rick looked at her crotch. "Yes! Yes, I would!"
"Great!" Kathy's words were coming a bit slower, but
still sensible and logical. Rick needed a test. He needed
to know how far she was under, and what he could get away
with.
"Do you have a picture of your daughter?"
"Yes, I do!" Kathy sat there a moment, as if the
thought had left her. Bu then she reached for her purse.
Intent, focused, but unaware. Unaware of her blouse opening
widely. Unaware of her right breast slipping out of the
confines of her elegant shirt, and baring itself in the
open air.
It was beautiful. It was fantastic. It was incredible.
The soft, smooth flesh. Her pert little nipple erect into
the air. The image burned itself in Rick's mind. He would
see it again, and for longer. She had sat back up, re-
covering her most precious assets, but Rick could still see
the shape and texture of it in his mind. Soon, soon he
would touch it. He would taste it. He would suck it.
Kathy handed him the picture.
Wow.
She looked about fifteen in the picture, but more
importantly, she looked like her mother. A picture-perfect
face. Golden, flowing hair... piercing eyes. It didn't take
much imagination to contemplate the thoughts the young boys
who met her must have had. That Rick was having about her
right now! Seventeen tomorrow, Rick remembered. What would
the rest of her look like?
"She's a very pretty girl." Rick commented.
"Thanks. Sometimes I think too pretty."
"What do you mean?" Rick asked a little shocked.
"I think boys want to have sex with her."
Rick was stunned at her abruptness, but then he
remembered. The Substance! It must have had an effect on
her. She might not rip off her clothes, but it certainly
reduced inhibitions!
"Is that a bad thing? Rick asked.
"Yes, that's why I put her in an all-girls school. I
don't want what happened to me to happen to her."
"What happened to you?"
"I had sex. I got pregnant."
"I see." Lucky bastard! "Did he run off?"
"No, he's my husband. I can't complain, really. He's a
real estate developer. He makes tons of money. He's been
great to me and my daughter, and I love him. But I wasn't
ready. I still had things I wanted to experience..."
That sat in silence a moment. Kathy seemed to become
absorbed in her baby, which now sucked only intermittently.
But she didn't put him back in his seat. She clutched him
to her still, pressing his face against her naked breast.
"What does that feel like?" Why not ask her? Why not
see how much she's under?
Kathy opened her eyes, looking at Rick, then at her
baby. "Wonderful." she replied. "You can't imagine..." Yes
I can! he thought. "His mouth is so little, so weak.
Sometimes I barely feel him. But as soon as his lips touch
my nipple, the milk begins to flow. It's magic."
Rick's breathing grew heavy. He was looking directly
at her breast, unconcerned if she noticed.
"Would you.. would you.. like to..."
Try? Please say try!
"Watch?"
Close enough! "If you don't mind."
Kathy opened her blouse, exposing her breast in all
its naked beauty. He was inches away, watching the babe
close his eyes and gape his mouth over a nipple that seemed
half the size of his head. Kathy leaned back, evidently
enjoying this.
Her breast was untanned, not ghost-white, but not
tanned. It was smooth, with little flecks of red scattered
over it, evidently from being a bit flushed. Kathy seemed
totally unaware of her surroundings, feeling totally the
sucking of her child and nothing else. Rick took a quick
look around. No one had noticed. He looked back. The baby
had broken his lips from her. Rick felt a wave of heat.
There was a drop of milk on the nipple! Oh god... oh god...
Rick had to take the chance, He had to see if she was under
enough. He had to... He reached his finger outward,
tentatively. He looked at Kathy... still oblivious. He
pushed his finger against the erect nipple. The drop of
milk curled onto his finger as the nipple indented slightly
inward. He wanted to suck it. He wanted to press his own
lips against her breast and drink from that nipple. But
even if she was allowing, someone on the plane was bound to
see. He brought the finger into his mouth, and ran his
tongue onto the wet droplet. It was warm, and sweet. He
didn't know exactly how to describe the taste, but he knew
he wanted more. Could he squeeze her breast? Could he
somehow get more milk from her tit into his mouth?
He heard someone stirring ahead. Rick quickly leaned
back, and closed the portion of Kathy's shirt that had left
her breast bare. Someone was heading to the bathroom. Kathy
was under. He hadn't given her much, but who knew how
motherhood effected its impact?
"Kathy?"
"Yes?" She seemed distant and unconscious.
"I closed your shirt, but where's your bra?"
"don't... have ... one..."
Rick smiled. She was almost as childish as her baby.
"Do you have panties?"
Kathy smiled. A devilish, knowing smile, but still
innocent.
Rick dropped the blanket between them. The baby moved
to the window seat, simple as that. The blanket covered all
of Kathy's left leg and thigh, and partially her right.
Rick slid his hand underneath, and slowly worked it onto
Kathy. Her sheer white stockings were maddening to the
touch. He wanted to squeeze her leg, but was afraid it
would stir her. He slid it up instead, feeling her thigh
widen and the stocking end. A clip, a garter... Rick's
heart pounded as he felt the sexy undergarments she wore
beneath. Kathy squirmed a bit in her seat, but didn't try
to stop him. She was instinct now. Aware only of the touch
upon her and the pleasure it brought, not of who was doing
it. He squeezed her thigh, and she moaned so very lightly
and turned her head to him. Still, she didn't wake. Rick
moved his hand higher, expecting to feel a silk,
tantalizing pair of panties. There were none. Instead, the
curled hairs and wet, smooth edges of her cunt came into
his grasp.
"Uhh... ohh..." she breathed. Rick touched her. He
rubbed her. Two fingers fit snugly between her semi-opened
legs and slowly probed up and down her cunt, tickling her
clitoris and pushing softly inside her. Kathy arched her
hips a bit, and opened her mouth. Other than that, she
remained unaware.
Rick lost track of how long he rubbed her. He couldn't
fuck her, and at first that drove him mad. But as he
continued lightly stroking her pussy, he started to relax.
He was still aroused, but in a state he wasn't sure he had
ever experienced. Everything seemed so beautiful, so
pleasant. He sat back into his chair, warm and content.
Occasionally, be brought his fingers out to smell and taste
her. Then, to sneak the same fingers inside her blouse. She
was still lactating. A stream ran down her breasts from
each nipple into her waist. Rick dabbed the milk onto his
fingers, tracing the streams all the way down her stomach,
and tasted the sweet taste of her milk.
The flight seemed about all of five minutes at this
point. Before too long, he decided he needed to restore
Kathy to her unmolested state. He returned to his own seat,
and placed the little baby next to his beautiful mother.
Kathy did wake in time, and seemed fully conscious. She re-
buttoned her blouse, seemed nervous at the fact the middle
of her chest had been bare while she slept, and then doted
over her offspring.
When the plane landed, Kathy gave him directions to
her house. Casually she offered the information that her
husband wouldn't be home until very late. Rick asked if he
could set everything up that night, to be ahead of
schedule. Kathy agreed, unaware the plan wasn't' really to
get a head start. It was to have intercourse with her.
The house was exquisite, or perhaps the word should be
"mansion." Kathy wasn't lying about her husband's income.
Aside from a gorgeous, over-sized home, the grounds offered
a swimming pool, tennis courts, and several acres of
detailed landscaping. Kathy gave him a quick tour, and they
decided the best position for him was in the balcony
overlooking the swimming pool. The balcony was at the top
of the stairs across from the main entrance. Rick admired
the view from the back of the house all the way out the
huge front window. But, he knew a much more inspiring view
at a much closer range was soon to follow.
Kathy went to work on a cake while Rick set up his
gear. But that task was far from his main focus. Kathy had
changed into a tight pair of jeans shorts and a black t-
shirt that curved up over her waist noticeably due to the
size of her breasts. The protrusions visible indicated she
still wore no bra.
Rick really didn't care if he set-up the gear. He
would fuck Kathy, then bolt. If everything was connected,
that would be more difficult. He gave her a few moments to
settle in. All he needed was some way to administer the
substance. He sat out for an hour or so, just watching her
prepare her cake. She broke some eggs, stirred some batter,
squeezed some chocolate syrup, and got herself a little
messed up. Once it was time, enough time to seem he had
finished, he went back in.
Kathy smiled as she saw him. She was wiping her hands
and about ready to wash her face. She took a sip from a
glass of water.
"All set." Rick said. He eyed the glass.
"Great!" Kathy answered. "So, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Just one thing. Could you just take a quick look and
make sure the speaker placement is ok?"
"Sure." Kathy finished wiping her face. She headed for
the doorwall, and took a step outside. She didn't think to
look behind her. She didn't conceive that as she was poking
outside, the man she had invited into her home was slipping
a drug into her water.
"Looks good to me!" she said gleefully. "Kristen will
be so excited!"
Just like me! Rick thought. "Ok, see you tomorrow!"
Rick headed for the front door. "I'll show myself out,
don't want you to get frosting on the doorknob!"
"Thanks" Kathy yelled behind him.
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Rick moved to the door, but took a quick trip down the
hallway. Another door, a side door, was one he had noticed
while outside. He unlocked it, then went out the front
door.
He allowed a few minutes to pass. After all, the
effect wasn't immediate. But the time seemed to take four
times its normal length. His heart was pounding. His hips
were burning. His lips were itching. Rick carefully sneaked
back to the back of the house. He wasn't sure what kind of
security system they might have, so he thought it best not
to go rushing in. He made his way to the pool area, and
looked into the window. He could see the crib, but no baby.
And no Kathy. Damn! she must have taken him somewhere else.
No -- there she was! Kathy emerged from the hallway. She
had changed. She was now out of her jeans shorts and t-
shirt and now in a long, silk lacy robe. It's silvery color
shimmered in the light, and caressed the contour of her
figure as she moved. She held her baby in her arms, and
moved towards the couch. She kissed he child on the top of
his head, then smoothly ran her hand down the opening of
the robe. The silk separated, revealing a lovely, sexy
matching bra. She reached for her glass of water, took a
sip, then unclasped her bra and bared her breasts.
The action was so quick, so without concern, that it
almost seemed like it didn't happen. But there they were:
Kathy's two magnificent breasts, naked and awaiting the
touch of her infant's lips. Rick watched as she began
nursing the babe, re-building the lust and infatuation he
had experienced during the flight. This time, he could have
her. He blessed his luck, not only for the substance, but
for the turn of events that allowed him to be here this
night. If this had been the last of his magic drug, he
couldn't imagine a more wonderful use of it.
Kathy continued to sip from the altered water as her
baby continued to drink from her tit. She had put up her
hair and freshened her make-up. It didn't take Rick long to
figure out she was prettying herself up for the return of
her husband. The robe, the lipstick... She probably had on
sweet perfume and a silky pair of panties tightly squeezed
against her cunt. She would greet her husband at the door,
embrace him, kiss him. She would smile and giggle slightly
as his fingers opened her robe and spread over her breasts.
His leg would press between hers, and push lightly, yet
demandingly, on her wifely cunt.
That's what was supposed to happen. Maybe it would.
After this... Rick headed to the side of the house. The
door was still unlocked. l
"Rick!"
"Hello, Kathy. Oh, sorry!" he pretended to act
surprised that he walked in on her breast-feeding. Kathy
turned, hiding the view of her bare chest. But it was too
late. Not only had Rick seen the fullness of the breast
nursing the infant, he had seen her other, fully exposed
breast -- pink nipple and all.
"What are you doing here? I thought you went home!"
"I forgot something. I'm sorry, I should have
knocked."
"It's ok. I'll just finish up while you get what you
need."
Rick went back outside and watched as Kathy pulled her
child from her and re-clasped her bra. She pulled her robe
tightly closed, but it had no straps to tie it with. She
kept her arms folded, evidently intent on not letting Rick
see her chest again.
Rick stepped back inside. "All set." he said. "Hey,
you've changed."
Kathy blushed. "Yeah, my husband should be home in an
hour or so..."
"Oh..." Rick smiled at her, causing her to blush even
more. "You look fantastic. If I were him, I'd be all over
you as soon as I walked in the door."
"Um, thanks." she replied nervously. "Well, I have to
check on my cake...."
She walked over to kitchen. Rick eyed the shimmering
fabric hanging over her curved ass as she strode. She
probably expected him to be leaving now. He wasn't.
Kathy pulled her robe even tighter. Had she known she
would be interrupted, she would have worn something more
concealing. She looked at the timer, but didn't even notice
how much time it had left. She felt warm, and a little
disoriented. Once Rick was gone, her nervousness should
pass. But something didn't feel quite right. Rick's
surprise return, her skimpy sexy outfit, her breast-
feeding... and the knowledge she was alone with a strange
man in her house threatened to fully disorient her.
"Hey, can I lick those?" Kathy looked at her breasts.
A sprout of cleavage had erupted from underneath her folded
arms. Oh no...
"Rick.... I..."
"I love to lick the frosting off the beaters..." Rick
stepped to the bowl, pulling out her mixing beaters that
were still drenched in chocolate frosting.
"Oh!" Kathy covered her mouth in embarrassment.
Rick looked at her, noting her relief. "What did you
think I meant?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing I didn't know... I ..." she stammered for
an answer.
Rick lifted one of the beaters to his mouth, and
extended his tongue onto the sweet frosting. He kept his
eyes locked on Kathy, slowly curling his tongue over the
silver metal and flicking the globs of chocolate into his
mouth. Kathy watched as he teased the beater, running his
tongue slowly down its length. She couldn't help but stare,
she couldn't help but be drawn to the sight. But why?
"Mmm. " Rick hummed through his lips. "Mmm! So, what
did you think I wanted to lick?"
Kathy was still watching him. Her body was turning
numb. All she could see was his flicking tongue.
"My breasts." she answered.
Rick smiled. She was going under... "Why would I want
to lick your breasts?"
"My milk."
"Is there milk on your nipples?"
"Yes."
Kathy's head was awash in sensation. The strongest of
which was perplexion. She shouldn't be talking about this
sort of thing with a strange man. Ok, he wasn't a complete
stranger, but still. Yet, she felt compelled to speak to
him. Maybe it was the sexiness she felt underneath her
robe, and how delicately the soft silk rested against her
body. Maybe it was the undeniable attractiveness of the
young man. Maybe it was something she always wanted to
discuss, but never allowed herself to.
Rick reached for the squeezer bottle of chocolate
syrup on the counter. He put it in his mouth, sucking on
it, squeezing it. Kathy's nipples twitched at the sight.
Her breasts seemed to churn, as if they were being
squeezed, into the bottle. She could feel drops of milk
welling beneath her robe.
It was definitely working. Rick had no doubt now.
Kathy's lips quivered as he sucked and squeezed and drew
closer. He squeezed the bottle hard, sucking the chocolate
that flowed into his mouth. But in mid squeeze, her let the
plastic tip fall from his lips, pointing and squirting its
contents across the air between them.
"Rick! You got syrup on me!" Kathy looked at the glob
that landed on her chest.
He smiled as he looked at the tasty stain half on her
robe and half on her breast. "Oh, did I?' He squeezed the
bottle again. This time, a longer stream squirted out. The
tip landed against her lip. The rest of the line cut
diagonally across her chest, with two distinct curves at
the shapes of her breasts.
Kathy gasped in shock. She couldn't believe what Rick
had just done. But he didn't stop there. She gasped again
as the slightly chilled bottle wedged between her breasts
and oozed the sticky substance on the tip into her face. A
large glob collected down her chin, welling in her cleavage
and dripped to the floor. Kathy tired to break away, but
Rick reached for the counter, blocking her exit. In a quick
flash, almost like lightning to her, he moved the bottle
down her stomach, pressing the sticky tip against her navel
and rolling it gently.
Kathy grabbed Rick's shoulders as she realized just
how pleasing this felt to her. The tip worked between the
folds of her robe, spreading the gooey chocolate on her
bare stomach. A cold, tingly trickle dripped down to her
panties. The erotic force of the feeling parted her lips
and forced out a soft moan. Her hips arched up, as if a
physical object had wedged between her legs when it had
truly come from within. It felt so good, so good she was
slow to realize that her robe was now, in fact open,
exposing not only the breasts in her bra, but the tight
silk panties covering her cunt.
She wasn't surprised or scared when the bottle raced
its way down to the top of those silver panties -- and
even lower. The hard, smooth tip of the bottle pressed
against the ridge of her pussy through the fabric. Her eyes
closed. The age of her years washed through her. She wasn't
a thirty-four year old mother. She was a young girl fresh
with life and exploration. The feelings in her body were
new, enticing, and wonderful. She felt safe at the touch of
a male against her. It was so natural and beautiful. Her
body wanted his touch, and was giving it to him. At once
she felt the sticky chocolate his breath on her, the
stimulation of contact with her vagina, and a strange sense
of warmth that surrounded her like the vaguest, yet
friendliest, sunlight she had ever known. The world seemed
one big bed, and they were adorned only in the silken
sheets it provided She could see her young, firm, perfect
body naked with her lover.
Rick was amazed at her response. The dosage of the
Substance was for less than he had given to other women.
She wanted this. Her own body and mind wanted this without
the aid of any Substance. It just helped provide the final
argument.
Kathy had taken control of the bottle. She was
masturbating with it. Rick still held his hands on it, but
Kathy was the one pushing it through her panties and
against her clit. She was unconcerned at the clear outline
of her pussy or the stray curly hairs that were visible
from her panties.
"You look really good." Rick eyed the frosting smeared
across her breasts. "Forget licking, I think I should just
eat you!"
Kathy giggled girlishly at the innuendo. Her legs were
open, receiving the slight penetrations of a chocolate
syrup bottle. Yes, the tip was moving inside her pussy,
staining her panties with gooey sweetness. Rick took one
last long look at his prey before he moved in. He thought
seeing her nurse her young was the most erotic he could
imagine her. But this! She was sexually aroused. She was in
heat. She was incredible! He looked at the flushed skin of
her chest, and the smooth, lacy bra holding them so
tenderly to her frame. Then, he noticed the wet stains
forming at the bottoms and to the sides of the bra cups.
Her nipples were leaking, leaking her milk. The point and
shape of the nipples became more evident.
"Kathy?" Rick asked. His voice was detached. It was
distant from him, but near to her. It was in her head,
leading her and comforting her. "I would like to see your
breasts."
Kathy, her head still back, moved her hands to her
robe and freely dropped it from her body for the man in
front of her. There she stood, in a tight pair of panties
and wearing a silvery, shimmery, lacy silk bra over her
mother's breasts. She hoped they were pert enough. They
were. She hoped her nipples were erect enough. They were.
Rick oozed his finger into the glob of chocolate between
her breasts, then `Mmmed " as he sucked the frosting from
his finger.
"Am I good?" Kathy joked.
"Oh yes..." Rick curled his tongue over his lips.
"Lick me... lick my breasts..."
The words flashed Rick with lust. He dropped the
squeezer bottle, and with both hands grabbed Kathy's
breasts. The two wet spots quickly expanded where her milk
began to stream. Rick descended on her right nipple, trying
to taste the milk through the fabric and work off the bra
at the same time. Quick flashes of her pink circles
appeared as her bra raised and fell back down. Rick felt an
immeasurable lust as a white droplet became visible on the
tip of her nipple. Never before had he used the substance
to seduce a nursing mother. A mother of older children,
yes. Wives, yes. Girlfriends, yes. But never a brand new
mom.
He was incensed with want, and it hampered his attack.
He tried to kiss and suck his way to her milk, but found
her breasts remained protected underneath the lacy silver
bra. But Kathy's hand had come to her motherly chest. She
unclasped her bra as she had so many times before. So many
times before hungry lips clamped to her nipple.
Kathy squealed as she felt his flicking tongue tickle
her breasts. The warmth of her milk squirted out of her
nipple from the smooth suckle.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" He moaned through his closed mouth as
her breast yielded the sweet milk onto his lips and tongue.
He cradled the breast with his hands, squeezing it gently
to increase the flow. Rick's head danced with erotic
pleasure. There was no Substance in him, but this was
better. This was Kathy's breast milk. The motherly fluid
her body produced. The liquid meant for her little baby.
Kathy cradled the man to her. She offered her breast
fully, as if it was, in fact, her infant son at her tit.
The sucking felt so good, so natural. She felt Rick's hair
with her fingers, and sensed the muscles twitch as he drank
from her. She felt so alive. A magic burned at her nipple,
and most definitely between her legs. She was fulfilling
her womanhood completely, both as a mother and a lover. It
wasn't about adultery anymore. It was about being a
healthy, beautiful woman and the joys she was awarded. It
wasn't about Rick at her breast, it was about a man at her
breast. Soon, it would be his penis inside her, and the
inevitable orgasm that would bring.
Oh, but what could feel better than this? Kathy opened
her eyes and beheld Rick. Her breast was so soft, so
delicately shaped, and so wonderful buried into his lips.
"Oh, baby, oh my baby.." she cooed at him. Then Rick
did something her infant son could have never done. His
fully adult hand slipped inside her panties, and began
lightly stroking the pussy that so craved attention during
her feedings. Yes, now she could acknowledge her pussy. It
wanted touch it wanted to be probed, caressed and
penetrated at the same time her infant son sucked at her
breast. She wanted to feel the hot thickness of a male
penis insert inside her, fill her, and expand her the way
that caused the fertilization of the baby in the first
place. It seemed so subconscious, but now so real. She
wanted sex with her son. She wanted the boy she gave birth
to fill her again with motherhood. of course, that could
never happen. Her infant son's penis showed no trace of the
sexuality it would one day hold, and when it did, she knew
all too well the lessons of society would make it
impossible for her son to fuck her.
But Rick could.
She wanted his dick. She wanted his penis inside her.
She felt like a mother at her breast, and a lover at her
cunt. Her husband could be only her husband. He couldn't be
a suckling child and a man driven by lust for her. But Rick
somehow could. It seemed so clear. He drinks her milk, then
fucks her.
"Be good to mommy." she said. "Make mommy feel good."
Her infant son couldn't understand those words. Only her
lover could. Rick's mouth momentarily left her breast, and
found the gooey glob of chocolate clinging to her flesh.
His tongue lacked up the sweet substance. Kathy took her
right breast, aimed it to the side, and squeezed. The milk
shot onto her chest, mixing with the chocolate syrup, and
adding to Rick's taste of her breast milk. Of her chocolate
breast milk. Rick lapped at her tits, tasting her flesh
after he licked it clean. His tongue slipped over her
slick, rounded breasts, feeling both as he wedged his
tongue in her cleavage and licked the slightly freckled
skin all the way up to her chin. He again locked his lips
on her left nipple, the same nipple he watched her use to
nurse her son. He lightly clenched the nip in his teeth,
pulling and stretching the pink nub from the body of her
breast as it continued streaming its milk.
"Mommy needs you." she said. "Take off mommies
panties."
Rick continued his suckling. Her breast tasted so
perfect, so incredible. The taste of her milk seemed to be
all he needed. The taste of her flesh, of her nipple.
Somehow, he was relaxed in what he was doing. Until now,
every time he fucked a woman with the Substance, he always
felt he had to hurry, because soon the woman would realize
she was being fucked by someone who she knew shouldn't be
fucking her. But Kathy... Oh God, she was a mom. She was
young, she was sexy, she was married, and she had just
given birth. Her breasts were full of an infant's milk. He
almost didn't care if he fucked her. So long as he drank
every drop of her milk. So long as he was her baby, her
child.
"Take of mommie's panties..." she repeated. Rick
followed her orders, sliding down her silver silk panties
as he continued to nurse from her breast. He broke away as
she stepped out of them, his face moved to her mid-section.
She had a pretty pussy, The most attractive cunt he had
ever remembered seeing. He instantly kissed it, and Kathy
moaned long and loud. God, was she a woman. Thirty-four
years old, but she seemed like sixteen. She had two
children, but you wouldn't know it. Perfect body...
What a lucky bastard her husband was. He wondered how
much he appreciated her and her beauty. Kathy seemed as
hungry to have Rick feed from her breasts as he was to
drink. Her husband didn't do this. He didn't tae her milk.
Rick was sure of that, and sure that Kathy wanted to nurse
more than her son.
Rick's cock was flaring with intense want. But his
lips matched the sensation with her itching for her
nipples, for her milk. He slid his lips over her stomach,
still caressing her breasts with his hands. Kathy held her
hands over his, lightly squeezing and encouraging him. Rick
kissed her cunt again. A slow, lingering kiss that conveyed
the smoothness and smell of her.
"Ohh..." Kathy moaned softly. Her hands twitched, and
closed on Rick's. His fingers pressed into her soft
breasts, and within moments the wet trickle of her milk ran
down her stomach, against his cheeks, and into her cunt.
Rick's tongue licked slowly, lifting the drops of her milk
from her aching pussy and sending sharp stabs of lust
through Kathy. Her hips bucked slightly, arching her pussy
into his tongue. Rick lapped more quickly as Kathy's hands
squeezed tighter and forced a stronger stream from her
breasts.
But her squeezes on his hands strengthened even more.
She worked Rick's hands, forcing his touch to knead and
grope her breasts. The milk shot out more wildly, now
squirting onto his shoulders and into his hair as he
continued to lick and kiss her pussy.
"Ohh, baby! Ohh, honey! Ohh, mommy likes that!" Kathy
moaned and screamed. The mixture of milk and juice brought
Rick's taste alive. She was cumming as much as she was
milking. She was so open to him, so submissive. She rested
against the dishwasher, head tilted back and eyes closed.
She quivered at the man's tongue between her legs. Her body
trembled, sending ripples through the more jiggly parts of
her flesh, especially her mommy breasts.
"Uhh! Uhh! Ohh!, Ohh, Rick!" Kathy was orgasmic. Her
body flinched, clenched, writhed. She bucked herself into
Rick's face, against his tongue.
"Rick! Rick! Fuck me, Oh god, fuck me!"
Rick stopped licking her cunt, and moved up to her
face. He rubbed her tits and looked into her eyes. They
were glazed, not so much from the substance as they were
from her lust. They pleaded with him.
"You're cock! I need your cock!"
Rick slid his left hand down, and slid o fingers into
her well-lubricated vagina.
"Ohhhh!" she wailed.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like a new man in
there. You like a new man touching you!"
"Fuck me, please fuck me! Rick, please!" She was
begging! Rick saw complete desperation in her eyes. She
needed it more than any woman he had ever seen. She was
biting at him, his arm. Her hands were on his ass, trying
to pull him in her. Rick continued fingering her.
"You want this bad, don't you?"
"Yes, oh god yes!"
"You got married too young. You were never able to
explore sex, to be with many men. You know how hot you
were,... your firm teenage body. Your slender legs and
full, dangling breasts. All the boys wanted sex with you,
and you knew it. You knew it!" He had moved his hand out of
her pussy, and slid it up her chest. His hands glistened
with her juice, and he brought his dampened fingers to her
lips.
"Yes.. yes..." Kathy murmured, then took his fingers
into her mouth, sucking on yet another part of her lover
and tasting her own womanhood at the same moment. Kathy
remembered at once all the boys from her high school. She
could see their faces, and their longing eyes directed at
her. When she was young, she knew her tight shorts and half-
tops drove the young males into fits of desire. She knew
each one of them took an image of her in their mind into
their bedrooms at night. She knew each one unzipped his
pants, felt and cocked her with his mind when in truth it
was his own hand racing up and down his shaft.
"Boys make love differently than men." Rick continued.
"But you don't know that. You never got to explore..." He
was teasing her legs, swirling them around letting the
bunching of her hair stimulate her clitoris.
Kathy knew something was effecting her. It was her own
body longing for the touch and excitement of a new man.
Wanting desperately to be taken to new sexual heights and
experiences the routine of one lover couldn't attain. This
wasn't a moment she could craft with her husband. The
eroticism of the moment was defined by the moment. A new
man touching her. A new man undressing her. A new man,
invited into her home, seducing her. A new man nursing at
her breast. All the sex was new. Every feeling was new. She
would do anything he wanted. Anything to take Her husband
couldn't do that, for she would know it was her husband.
She wondered what Rick's cock would feel like. What his
rhythm would be. How he would kiss her, bite her, rub her,
and hump her! Oh God she wanted to know! She wanted to new
sex!
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kathy leaped onto Rick from
underneath him. Her body latched onto him, rubbing her
moisture-covered cunt against his naked penis. "Ohh! Fuck
me Please! Fuck me!"
Rick smiled under the onslaught and soon found himself
underneath her. Her breasts dangled at his mouth, the
nipple harder and larger then seemed possible. He took it
in is mouth, squeezing her hips as he did.
"Oh, baby, yeah! Suck my boob! Suck it!" Kathy reared
her head back with a roar of pleasure, and drove herself
onto Rick's cock. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohhh!" So good... so good! She
wailed! Fucking... fucking... fucking... his velvety cock
filled her with her hard impales. Her hips bounced onto him
with rapid mini-humps. Rick let his arms fall and the rest
of his body relax. She was fucking him --maniacally.
Kathy cried out at the top of her lungs. She felt like
every orgasm she had ever experienced was only a sample of
true erotic joy. Rick's cock felt alive in her. It smiled
in her, it grew in her, it existed in her. It contained the
pleasure of every man who had stares and desires for her.
Very time she wore a short skirt, and a strange, handsome
man took notice of her shapely legs, and her enticing
vagina a few inches higher. Every time she wore a silk
blouse, leaving a button or two undone and watching as men
turned their heads to see a peak of her creamy cleavage.
Every time she wore a bikini, every time she bent over, and
every time she embraced her husband and showered his face
with kisses.
She could remember the lust. The sense of it built
inside her, tickling her pussy in half-awake states with
the fantasy of what sex could be. As a wife, she never
realized it. As a mother, she could never contemplate. But
now she was something different. She was a lover.
Her hips still forced her cunt rapidly onto Rick's
massaging cock. She whispered quietly and ironically, "Fuck
me... fuck me... fuck me..." while Rick sat back enjoying
his conquest. Her orgasm consumed her entire body and
mind. Tears fell from her eyes as her lips tensed and she
let out a high, long moan. Her body sizzled with sensation
as it filled with a sense of fucking she had either never
known or had long forgotten. Here she was, on her own
kitchen floor, her own hands kneading and squeezing her
breast. But her own husband was far from here. Another
man's penis was now flaring inside her cunt, shooting its
hot sperm inside her. She was adulterer. The thought made
her push her body onto Rick's impaling cock, trying to get
it as deep inside her as possible.
Rick was speechless as his semen launched inside her.
His eyes were focused on those pink dangling nipples
hanging from the arched body of the most beautiful woman he
could imagine. This was sex in the extreme. An orgasm that
deserved reverence and remembrance. He made no sound
because he wanted to hear her sounds. He wanted to full
experience her... the sight of her, the touch of her, the
smell of her, the fucking of her. How could it be any
better than this? Fucking another man's wife, a new mother?
Kathy now slumped onto his body, her weight teetering
side-to-side on her full, squished bosom. Rick held her,
caressing her back and hair. Maybe there was one better
way. One thing that could be done that COULD top this. Rick
kissed Kathy's ear, and then whispered into it.
"I'm going to fuck your daughter."
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Chapter 2
Rick smiled all the way home. If this wasn't perfect,
he couldn't imagine what would be. He had fucked Kathy, and
had drank from her breasts. The experience still left him
trembling. And tomorrow, Kristen would be home. If she
looked like she did in her picture, she would be as worthy
a fuck as her mother had been.
Kathy had opened her body to him with just a small
dose of the substance. It wasn't far to reach to assume
that she had an attraction to him, or at least a lust for a
new man already inside before she drank her water. But as
she lay atop him, molding her naked body to his deep,
gasping breaths, she must have realized what was happening.
Not only had she committed adultery, but the man she broke
her marital vows with was now seeking to pluck her first
child of her virginity. Rick doubted Kristen was a virgin.
With a face and body like that, she could seduce any man in
a matter of seconds. True, she was at an all-girls school,
but that meant little. But to her mother, she was pure. She
was her perfect, pretty little daughter whose body was
bursting with womanhood.
Rick again grew filled with lust as he pictured
Kristen's blouse ripping open with the force of her surging
breasts. And then the image of her strained lacy bra, far
too sexy a bra for a good little girl, snapping with a loud
`twang' as her full, engorged, round breasts burst into
view and bounced enticingly.
He imagined a tight, wonderfully slippery cunt that
would barely be able to accommodate him. The attempt and
eventual success would make her cry out a shearing moan of
pain and ecstasy.
Virgin or not, he would fuck her. Kathy's daughter or
not, he would fuck her.
She had asked him not to. Her body had stiffened with
his decree and she soon leapt up, covering herself in her
husband's nearby robe and asked him not to have intercourse
with her daughter.
"You seduced me." she argued. "You had sex with ME!
Isn't that enough?"
"But I want your daughter. I really want to put my
penis in your daughter."
"But she's seventeen! She could get pregnant! She's
too young for sex!"
Kathy had been near tears with those words, with those
thoughts of her baby getting naked with a man.
"You can fuck me again, Rick. You can fuck me again...
and drink from my breasts. You want that, don't you? Fuck
me, Rick, not my baby!"
Rick didn't answer. Kathy looked at him, pleading with
her eyes. She played with the robe's ties. All of a sudden,
her eyes widened.
"Oh my, God! My husband!" She knew he was due back at
any moment. She felt smacked in the face by the realization
she had just fucked another man. "I've got to wash myself!
I've got to wash my pussy!" She leapt off the bed,
letting the robe fall to the floor as she raced to the
bathroom. Rick stood a moment, watching as the naked woman
frantically ran a wet towel between her legs. She was
confused, afraid, bewildered, and fucked.
God, did Rick love it. He left as she continued to put
herself back together. She needed to be clean, she needed
to redo her makeup. And she needed to act for her husband
as if no penis had pleased her since he last slept at her
side. What a perfect time to leave.
Kathy was cold when he arrived early the next morning.
Her husband was home, wearing the pleased smile of a man
that most certainly came from a night of intercourse with
his lovely wife. He was happy to see Rick, evidently aware
of only the fact that he was a DJ, and not his wife's
adulterer. Rick brought a bag with him, but not full of
additional gear. It was full of the substance.
Kristen hadn't arrived yet, but was due at any moment.
Rick went to his position on the balcony to wait. In a
short while, a stretch limo pulled up in front of the
house. He could see it only through the front window, and
moved to the staircase across from the foyer. Kristen's
parents had gone out to greet her. Rick leaned against the
banister and watched as Kristen hopped out of the car. She
wore a dark sweater and a plaid, thigh-high skirt. And true
to uniform, her legs were covered in long white stockings.
Her hair was longer than in the picture he had seen. It
fell in long curls about her shoulders and breasts. Rick
sighed. he loved it when a girl could drape her bosom in
her hair. Kristen could do that with ease.
Rick caught himself as he realized he was slightly
humping the banister. Already his penis yearned for a girl
he had yet to see up close. From this distance, she knew he
wouldn't be disappointed. He watched as Kathy led her
daughter to the side of the house. Clever, Rick thought.
She wouldn't bring her in the front door, not where Rick
could see her.
Kathy's husband came to inform him the guest of honor
had arrived. Poor fuck, Rick didn't even bother to remember
his name. He seemed so happy. He was so sure his life was
perfect. He had absolutely no idea that his new baby had
shared its mothers breasts with Rick last night. No idea
that Rick knew of the mole high up on Kathy's right thigh,
or how delightfully sweet the lubricating juice of her
anxious vagina tasted on his tongue. By the end of the day,
that man would be broken.
So what to do? Rick was far too curious about Kristen
to stand around waiting. Besides, he had to administer the
Substance! He roamed from his post, seeking out the young
virgin girl. Where would a protective mother hide her buxom
young daughter from a lust-filled man?
Rick knew he should knock on Kristen's door, even
though it was partly open. She was probably used to being
able to undress in her room quite comfortably without fear
of a strange man walking in on her. But walking in on her
was precisely what Rick wanted to do. He wanted to
surprise her, hopefully in her panties with her naked breasts
dangling down as she pulled off her skirt. So, Rick pushed
open the door.
Kristen wasn't topless - or in her panties for that
matter. That drew an immediate sense of disappointment. But
-- she was in a long flowing red satin night-gown with her
school-girl white shirt draped over her shoulders. She was
seated in front of a mirror, brushing her equally flowing
and somewhat curled blonde hair.
She stopped brushing, and looked at the man who had
abruptly intruded into her private room. "Don't you knock?"
she said somewhat bitterly. After all, she could have been
in her panties -- or even topless!
"Oh, sorry, I saw the door was open." Kristen turned
to him, and Rick gulped his excitement down. She
was exquisite. She could have been a 30's starlet, a model,
or simply a young, dainty bride sitting at that table. In
any case, she was the definition of beauty and femininity.
Rick almost felt like a little boy who'd stumbled in on his
mother while she prepared herself for sex with his father.
The gown came to just above her knee, revealing a smooth,
fleshy lower leg and suggesting what fun lay on the path up
that gown.
"So what do you want?" she asked.
"I just wanted to ask you if you had any music
preferences for today."
"Hmm, don't know.... What do you have?"
"I have tons of stuff. If you want, I can bring you a
catalog of everything."
"I'll have to think about it. I didn't even know we
were having a DJ until I got here. It was lucky my mom
found you."
Yes, quite lucky! Rick thought.
"You have to pick something, how else am I going to
get a dance with the birthday girl?"
Kristen sighed. her look suggested she wasn't ignorant
of Rick's appreciation of her. She seemed to know he hadn't
knock on purpose, and that Rick was pleasantly picturing
their two bodies pressing firmly together as they danced by
the pool.
"Aren't you a little too old to be hitting on me?" she
sneered. Kristen's face was stern, but not without a tinge
of mischief. Rick smiled back at her, staring at her
beautiful blue eyes. "No, I'm not."
Kristen caught her breath. Evidently she didn't expect
him to call her out on her statement. "That's where you
were supposed to say you were sorry and act all nice
towards me."
"What can I say? I'm certainly not going to apologize
for wanting to dance with you."
"But you were hitting on me right? I mean, I bet you
don't try to dance with all your customers."
"No, I don't. But most of my customers don't look like
you and certainly don't wear anything like that!" he
motioned to her nightgown.
Kristen was surprised by his frankness -- and
flattered. She looked down at her red attire. If she hadn't
known it was provocative before, she did now. Rick
suspected she knew she would look good in it, but not HOW
good! "You like this?" she asked as she stood. She turned
her gaze to the mirror, and began examining the lovely form
the gown took on as it hung down the length of her body and
revealed fully developed curves. And nipples. Standing up
and removed the slack from the silk and brought it more
tightly against her body. There was no hiding the shape of
her jiggling young breasts or the pointed indentions formed
by her young nipples. She turned in the mirror, letting her
eyes catch the full sight of her as Rick did the same.
"Yes... " Rick answered her. "I like it very much."
Kristen stopped, and smiled at Rick. "How good of a
dancer are you?"
"Excellent." Rick stepped towards her, opening his
hands for a demonstration dance. Kristen giggled with her
hands over her chest, then opened her arms and took Rick's
hands into hers. Rick stole a quick glance down her body,
realizing if he held her close she would undoubtedly feel
the swelling erection in his pants, made so by the sight of
her perfect shape barely hidden by the enticing night-gown.
They danced together, with only the sound of their mild
giggles to lead them. Kristen's smile was magical. Her face
was a mixture of shyness and play. She couldn't look into
Rick's eyes for long without looking away, which provided
Rick the chance to catch glimpses of the cleavage that
became more exposed with certain steps. He could smell her
freshly washed hair, and imagined the softness of those
curls must be equally arousing. She wasn't wearing any make-
up, but still lit up the room with natural beauty. Her skin
was perfect and wrinkle-free -- the blessings of a
seventeen year old body. She moved with inexperience, and
Rick imagined she must move the same in bed. He still
wondered if she was, in fact, a virgin, but she was
certainly new to the world of seduction and sex.
Her shirt fell to the floor, revealing her shoulders
and the thin straps of her night-gown. Rick started to
wonder if she wore panties underneath, or if, in fact, the
satiny red gown was the only garment clinging happily to
her body.
If Kristen had been shy, she was losing the trait. She
moved in closer to Rick. Not only did he worry about the
hard bulge she was about to encounter, but the quickly
pounding heart and heaving lungs she would feel against her
breasts. Her hands broke free from his as they reached
around him, leaving his dangling over her shoulders.
Those breasts! Indeed, Rick's heart thumped madly as
she squeezed them against him. He was well aware only a
thin gown and his own shirt stood in the way of feeling
her perky nipples against his chest. They were soft, so
soft and yet so full she had to hold tightly to keep her
body against his.
There... her hips moved against his. He was taller,
and he felt his erection press against her lower abdomen
and continue upwards to her stomach. She felt him, he was
sure of it. But she didn't pull away. Rick let his hands
slide down her bare back and pull her against him. Her hair
brushed against his cheek. The soft touch and the fresh
smell threatened to make Rick lose control. She seemed so
fragile in his arms, yet he knew she would hold complete
power over him without the substance.
"I... I've never slow danced before..." she whispered.
"But I think you're a good dancer."
"I'm a great dancer." he whispered back. "And you're
doing great! I'd really like to dance with you some more,
and help you realize your potential."
"I'm not too inexperienced for you?"
"I like inexperience. I like showing a woman how to
move... what to do... and how to make her man happy."
"You must be very gentle -- and patient."
"Oh yes. I take my time. A slow, long, thorough time
so the woman gets to know her own body, and enjoys every
way she uses it."
Kristen looked about to speak, but held her voice. She
knew she couldn't keep vocal chords from trembling.
"I can't believe you haven't been with a man like this
before."
Their lips were close. Rick hadn't imagined her look
earlier. She was intrigued by him, perhaps downright
attracted to him.
"I go to an all-girls school. Our activities with boys
are very controlled. It's very hard to do it."
"I'm sure you see boys outside of school. I bet they
want to do it." Was she still talking about dancing?
Kristen blushed. "Yes, yes I have. And they d, but..."
"But what?"
"Mom... she..."
"I understand." of course! Kathy must have had a
profound effect on her daughter. Once she realized Kristen
was blossoming, she must have waged an anti-sex propaganda
war to protect her child. It had worked, but Kristen's
armor was weak. Only her loyalty had kept her free, not her
heart or her body.
"Do you want to do it?"
Kristen blushed again and looked away. "Yes." She was
a virgin. Rick's doubts had evaporated now. But the urges
of her body, the temptations she was offered, must be
getting nearly unbearable. Substance, what substance! This
girl was ready for him now!
"Do you want to do it with me?" Rick looked intently
at Kristen. He pulled her ever-so-slightly against
him. His cocked yearned with want as her body molded
against it.
"Yes." she replied.
Wow! Rick looked into her lovely eyes. her precious,
lovely eyes and her oh-so-lovely face. God, he hoped she
wasn't still talking about dancing!
"Has a boy ever kissed you?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Has a boy ever touched you?"
"Yes." Hmmm, she let some lucky guy get somewhere!
"has a boy ever touched you... like this?" Rick pulled
his hand from her side, cupped the palm, and placed it on
her breast.
Kristen's breath caught slightly, as if his hands were
a hundred degrees below zero.
"No..." her voice trembled and cracked. She couldn't
hide it at all now. Rick moved his hand over the satin. he
watched as his fingers spread the fabric, and indented the
soft flesh. He squeezed gently. The room had become so
quiet, the rustling of the satin was deafening. He touched
her nipple.
"Rick!" as if she woke up, Kristen snapped back to
reality. "No! Don't do that, please!"
He took his hand away and stared at her. she wouldn't
return his gaze. She had let herself become aroused in her
mother's bedroom. She had come within a moment of having
sexual intercourse. She knew that. But she couldn't break
her word to her mother, especially not in mother's own bed!
Rick stepped to the door, looking back one last time
to see if Kristen had changed her mind. She seemed almost
near tears, and was hastily covering her chest with a more
concealing garment. Rick exited the room with only a small
disappointment. After all, this is what the Substance was
for!
Rick wondered if Kristen dreamed about his touch as
she lay in the bed enjoying her nap. He wondered if she had
lifted that gown, slid her hand up, and played with herself
in an attempt to quell the lust that was in her. God, what
an image! Kristen gently stroking herself, her cunt, and
squeezing that firm breast where Rick had placed his hand.
His set-up was ready. The guests were still some time
away, so he decided to patrol the grounds.
The door opened suddenly. Kathy burst into the room
with a face contorted with anger
"Think you'll seduce my daughter! Do you think you'll
seduce my daughter! Do you?"
Kathy was blazing, Her face was flush, her full
breasts heaved with shortness of breath. Evidently, she had
had a chat with Kristen, and learned of his visit. Now,
what would she do about it?
She ripped opened her shirt. Without taking her eyes
of Rick, she ripped open her blouse, tearing the fabric and
sending buttons fling through the air. Her breasts,
supported by an elegant, lacy bra, bounced and jiggled
behind the tattered blouse.
"Fuck me. Fuck ME!"
Rick stood there, admiring the heaving bosom before
him.
`I don't know what happened last night. I shouldn't
have had sex with you, but I did." she sounded exasperated.
"Please, please leave Kristen alone. I'll let you fuck me
again if you leave her alone!"
"But my dear, I've already fucked you!"
Kathy screamed. "Damn you! Fuck you! How could you do
this to me?" At once, her eyes burst with tears. "Oh God,
what have I done? I'm a whore! I'm a cheap, fucking,
cheating whore!" She collapsed to the ground. Tear drops
splashed onto her breasts as she sobbed into her hands.
Rick moved to her. He felt pity, but was also incredibly
aroused.
"I fucked you, I can't believe I fucked you. And I
can't say anything because it would kill my husband! I
can't say anything to warn my daughter!"
Rick knelt beside her, and wiped a tear from her
breast with his finger.
"Don't touch me! Get away from me!" Kathy slid back
across the floor.
Rick picked her up and moved her down the room. he
moved her to the far window, and stole a glance outside. He
was still there, Kathy's husband was still there enjoying
the sun. Kathy saw him, too. "No, not here! Not--"
Rick pushed her against the wall and ripped at her
bra. It held at first, but ripped apart with the second
yank. Kathy's breasts popped out of their confinement.
Rick's hands went to work. He held Kathy with his left
hand by her hair, forcing her against the window. His right
spread open and began rubbing and squeezing Kathy's
breasts.
"Ooohh yeah, ooohh yeah, fuck me here. Fuck me right
here and we have a deal!" Rick didn't even look at her. He
stared at the husband outside as he enjoyed the wife's
tits.
"He'll see! He'll see us!"
Rick didn't answer. He buried his face into her chest,
pushing her up against the glass. Kathy started to sob, but
bit her lip as she realized her beloved husband might hear.
Rick kissed her breasts frantically, looking over the
curves to see the man this woman really belonged to only a
few feet away.
"Hey, buddy," he spoke to the window, "look what I'm
doing to your wife." He turned Kathy so she faced the
glass. He spread his palm open on her chest, pushing and
rubbing her dangling breasts as the two looked at the
tanning, unaware husband. Rick molded his body to Kathy's,
forcing her completely against the glass. Her breasts
expanded as they mushed into the window. Her nipples tucked
inside the soft flesh.
"I've got my cock on her.." Rick said to him. It was
true. Kathy felt Rick's rock-hard penis on her ass. "She
feels good, so very good..." Rick's hands roamed back up to
her front and her chest and tickled under her breasts. He
kissed Kathy's ear. "She even tastes good..." he added.
Kathy wanted to cry out. She waned to burst into tears
and run screaming from Rick's grasp. But she couldn't. Rick
stepped back an inch or so, just enough to slid his hand
over her nipple. He squeezed, and caught the oozing milk in
his palm. He brought it to his lips, sipped the pool in his
hand, then licked the remaining droplets. "So good, she
tastes so good..." His hands went into her shorts. Her
panties were small and thin. He felt her cunt through the
fabric, and felt Kathy's body squirm as he touched her. His
hand slipped easily inside the small, practically
nonexistent panties and pushed inside her pussy.
"Rick, please no. Please stop!" With the Substance,
Kathy was a red-hot woman overcome by lust. Without it, she
was a dutiful,loyal wife who wanted desperately not to
betray her husband. But betraying him was something she had
already done, and she knew too well that Rick would make
that fact known to her beloved husband if she didn't comply.
In order to save his feelings, she had to betray him again.
"I'll bet Kristen would like this... I'll bet your
little girl would like my fingers in her pussy. Or would
she just want to skip straight to my cock?"
Rick loosened Kathy's shorts as she wept. He tried
to pull them down with one hand, but they were too tight
for the attempt. They went down awkwardly, pulling her thin
white panties down with them and exposing much of her cunt.
Kathy bent her knees and lowered with her shorts, trying to
preserve her hidden nudity as long as possible. She went to
her knees, almost limp with exhaustion.
Rick took a moment to prepare himself. He watched her
breasts ripple and jiggle slightly with her sobs as he
dropped his own pants and began stroking his fully erect
penis. Rick looked again out the window.
"I'm going to fuck her titties if you don't look.
Don't you care? Don't you care that I'm going to rub my
naked cock between her titties?" Of course, the unfortunate
husband was oblivious to the sexual attention his wife was
receiving. Kathy folded her arms and pressed her breasts
together forming a smooth, curvy, and inviting cleavage.
She wanted to get it over with. She wanted to hurry the
process of Rick's orgasm. Yet she knew the downside of her
plan: she would have to have intercourse with Rick again.
He would have to be depleted of all sperm and all lust in
order to save her daughter.
Rick stepped up to Kathy's almost cunt-like chest. Her
arms barely seemed able to contain the fullness pouring
over them. Rick inserted his cock into the tight space
between her breasts, and began a slow, methodic humping. He
was careful not to look down too much, for the mere sight
of his cock gliding up and down those wonderfully perfect
tits was enough to make him ejaculate on its own. Instead,
he continued to eye Kathy's husband. How great it was to be
fucking his bride, a woman who like many he had seduced
before was supposed to be off limits. She was a happy wife
and mother, a woman content with her life and devoted to
one man. No women turned him on more. From the first
forbidden glance of her panties to the mouth sucking of her
breasts, Rick loved fucking married women.
"God, Oh like your wife's tits!" he said through the
window." They're so fucking big, so fucking soft! Ohhh!"
Each movement of his shaft through her tight cleavage was a
long, comforting, incredibly pleasuring experience. The tip
of his penis emerged from her bosom purple and yearning as
it pushed upward through breasts. She was leaking milk onto
his loins. It trickled out of her nipples, dripped from her
forearms, and bonded with Rick' flesh. He pumped for
several minutes, letting his eyes glaze and his body near
orgasm. But he wasn't through -- not yet. He had enjoyed
looking at the lone husband as he groped and humped the
wife. Shouldn't he do something for Kathy now?
"Stand up."
Kathy, confused and disappointed she hadn't brought
him to orgasm yet, just looked back at him.
"Stand up, now!"
Kathy tried to cover her breasts with what remained of
her dangling bra. Her success was limited. She rose to her
feet, her back to the window. Rick moved her against the
glass, and then knelt to his knees. Somehow, Kathy had
manage to pull her panties back up. This time, Rick
carefully pulled down her shorts. The edge of her panties
was just barely over her cunt, and quickly thinned down to
small straps that went around her hips. Very sexy, Rick
thought. Makes a man want to fuck her...
Kathy couldn't help but look over her shoulder. A
slight turn of her head and her husband was in view. She
looked at him, praying he didn't open his eyes. She loved
him so much. This would devastate him. Kathy caught her
breath.
Rick's tongue softly extended to her cunt. He had
peeled her panties down, not off, but low enough to again
expose the prize between her legs.
"Uhh!" She covered her mouth. She hadn't expected
that! A sound of sexual pleasure! Rick deftly flicked his
tongue, soon finding her clitoris. "Uhh! No, oh no!" She
tried to pull his head away but Rick held fast. "Oh, oh,
oh, oh no! Oh no!" she began to moan. Her hips tensed. She
couldn't help it. It felt good. It felt so good! "Rick,
stop, please! Oh God!" But Rick didn't answer. He silently
kept licking her.
What to do? Kathy was near panic. This man was fucking
her, and she was liking it! Her husband was right out the
window! Guilt spread through her, but was quickly replaced
by the next surge of heat from Rick's flicking tongue.
"Ohhh! Ohh! Ohhh" she wailed. She couldn't contain
herself. She looked down, beholding Rick's glistening
tongue frantically probing her glistening cunt. Her hands
went to her head. "Ohh, ohh yeah, oh yes!" she moaned as
she pulled her hair. Her nipples burned with longing. her
hips bucked with yearning. Rick reached up, sliding his
hands under the tattered bra, and again squeezed and
stroked her breasts as he buried his face between her legs.
Kathy banged her head against the window. The sound
didn't matter anymore. Only Rick's tongue. The bastard!
she thought He's getting me hot! He's getting me so hot!
Suddenly Rick stood up and with the same fluid motion,
rammed his cock into Kathy's cunt. "Ohhhhhhh! she wailed.
Her hands went around his back. Her humping body moved back
and forth against the window as Rick's cock feverishly
began pumping inside her. Her panties, still just below her
cunt, ripped to accommodate her spreading legs. Rick braced
his hands against the wall and drove into her with more
force. They were face to face, fucking with a lust that
made them forget the world. Rick kissed her. Their mouths
opened in a gaping, tongue-meeting kiss.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Kathy's moans became stifled as her
lips closed and opened on Rick's. They were banging into
the wall. Rick was fucking her so hard, she wondered if the
plaster would give way and they would fall outside fucking
like two wild beasts in front of her husband. Rick pounded
away, beginning his own satisfying moans. Kathy felt her
panties rip further, and reached down to compete the job.
Now only her tattered bra kept her from complete nudity.
But she couldn't -- the remaining fabric was too tightly
pressed between her breasts and Rick's chest.
Rick broke his kiss for the final serious of thrusts.
He pushed into her hard, forcing both of them to rear their
heads back with overwhelming pleasure. He held his cock
deep inside her for a second after each penetration -- an
eternity compared to the frantic humping he was giving her
moments before. Their "Ohhh's" became synchronous. Their
fingers dug into each other's respective backs. Rick looked
once more out the window at the still unmoving husband and
smiled.
"God, I love fucking your wife!" and with that, his
sperm and semen burst into Kathy's pussy. It shot into her
with several, steady bursts as Rick again fucked her fast
and furious with mini-thrusts of his hips.
"Oohhh, Rick!" Kathy moaned as their bodies separated
and her breasts flapped wildly from their humping. Her bra
slipped down her shoulders. Her body again banged into the
wall. How could her husband not hear this? His wife was
having an orgasm. A wild, hot, fucking orgasm with a guest
in their house.
The two collapsed to the floor as Rick's movements
finally ceased. His penis glistened with the moisture of her
cunt and his own semen. Kathy felt exhausted, emotionally
and physically. She had gone from hating this man to wanting
him to fuck her more than anything. But then again, that was
how she'd felt the night before. She didn't know how or why,
but this man knew how to excite her. And that sacred her,
for at that moment, Kathy realized the strength of the
possibility that she would again have sexual intercourse
with this strange man.
She got up and started to dress herself. But her bra
was torn. Her panties were torn. And her blouse was torn.
She removed the bra and threw all of her mangled garments
into a wastebasket. As she pulled up her only remaining
piece of intact clothing -- her shorts -- she reminded Rick
of his promise.
"Ok, you will leave Kristen alone. Right?"
"Of course." he answered. "But I'll want a blow job
from you in half an hour.
Kathy blushed. "I'll you meet in your van..."
Rick smiled. This was great! A married woman was going
to sneak out to his van to give him head -- in her own
front yard! And no Substance required!
"Wear something sexy..." he said with a wink.
Kathy nodded and nervously stepped out of the pool
house, holding her naked breasts in her hands. She
carefully made her way back to the house, still going
unnoticed my her husband. What a sight -- a pantyless,
braless, shirtless Kathy trying to get back to safety and
conceal her deed. Rick really wanted to fuck her again, but
how to improve the experience? But more importantly, it was
nearly time to do Kristen....
With her husband tanning and her daughter napping,
Kathy had no problem making it back to her bedroom -- her
nudity unseen. When she entered her room, however, she
didn't immediately re-clothed herself in a fresh bra and
blouse. Instead, she sat down on her bed in a moment of
quiet reflection. Twice now in as many days she had sexual
intercourse with a strange man. It all seemed to happen
so suddenly and without warning. Other men had come on to
her, attempted to seduce her, and even touch her in
supposedly accidental ways. But she never gave into them.
Since her marriage, the only part of her other men had seen
might be a bit of leg and an inch of cleavage. She had been
a devoted wife.
Kathy got up and went to a special drawer. The outfits
she kept in this particular drawer were not for the public
eye. They were for her husband's eyes only. "What to wear?"
she wondered. She smiled as she made her decision. It was
appropriate for a pool party.
The sounds of Kathy's ecstatic moaning wasn't enough
to stir him from his relaxation. But the touch of Rick's
finger on his shoulder caught his attention.
"Excuse me." Rick said to him. "I don't want to
disturb you, but I have a couple of questions I'd like to
ask you."
"Sure." he replied, slipping off his headphones.
Rick proceeded to make small talk with the man, asking
him about his music preferences, what he did for a living,
how he liked the beautiful weather they had for the day.
Each word brought a tingle of arousal. Every time this
husband mentioned "Kathy" Rick's heart pumped with
excitement. He had no idea! No idea that just minutes
before Rick had his beautiful wife's legs spread, had his
hands covering and squeezing her milk-filled tits, and had
his cock driving her into the wall. Rick was amazed at how
ignorant Kathy's husband seemed. Couldn't he smell her on
him? Couldn't he smell the sweet taste of her cunt wafting
from his fingers?
"Would you like any special dances with your
daughter?" Rick asked
"Yeah. That would be nice!" he replied.
"She seems like a great little girl." Rick added. "She
seems to take after her mother."
"Yeah. They are a lot alike. Kathy looked so much like
Kristen when she was her age."
"Really? Well they're both very lovely." The husband
beamed at the compliment. "And they seem pretty close."
"Yes they are. Kristen idolizes her mom."
"Well," Rick said with a broad smile, "I hope I can
please both of them."
"I'm sure you will."
And so was Rick. After all, he had pleased one of them
already. Speaking of pleasing, nearly a half an hour had
passed. Rick excused himself, and headed for his van. The
man he left behind pulled his headphones back on, and
closed his eyes.
Rick watched Kathy all the way from the door. She
looked nervous, that's what he noticed first. She wasn't
nervous about meeting him, she was nervous about being
seen. But Kristen was asleep and her husband was oblivious
so she made her way to the van without any trouble. The
second thing Rick noticed was her attire. She was dressed
in a roe! She didn't look bad, but not nearly as exciting
as her voluptuous body was capable of appearing.
Rick let her knock on the door and stand there a
moment. She was biting her lip and looking around. Again,
she was going to commit adultery. The Substance had
awakened the whore in her, and now was no longer needed.
Rick finally opened the door and immediately drew her into
a deep, passionate kiss.
"Mmphh! Rick!" she muffled a cry. She kissed back, but
tried to push him inside. Rick squeezed her buttocks, then
let himself fall inside.
:"Please, be careful!" Kathy pleaded.
"Suck my dick."
Kathy paused. "That's what I'm here for isn't it?"
"Yes. But -- you'd better have something nice under
that robe."
"I have my body." Kathy answered.
"And it's wonderful. But I like pretty packaging,
too."
Kathy smiled and opened her robe. "How's this?"
The robe fell to the floor. Kathy knelt in front of
him in the tightest, skimpiest bathing suit he'd ever seen.
The top was little more than two circles of white fabric --
just barely larger than her nipples -- connected by a
string. The bottom was cut low on her abdomen and held
together be another small piece of string.
"Very nice. Very nice indeed."
Kathy moved toward him with the grace and beauty that
belonged in a swimsuit edition of a magazine. "I thought a
pool theme was appropriate."
"It is."
"I wear this for my husband when we make love outside.
It's his favorite. When it gets wet --" Kathy blushed.
"Yes, when it gets wet?"
"You can see... you can see my nipples."
Rick smiled at her. She still had some shame in front
of him. "And?" he asked.
"And what?"
"And you can see your..."
"See my what?" she was really blushing now.
"See your --?" Rick said with emphasis.
Kathy blushed, but smiled. "You can see my cunt."
"I'll bet your husband really likes that. I bet it
drives him crazy!"
Kathy giggled a bit. "It does. Our pool is private
enough that I can get wet and walk round a little. I'll
pretend to be unaware that my bathing suit has turned see-
through, and I'll walk a bit, sit down in a chair and read.
Sometimes he is already outside with me, sometimes he sees
me through the window. In either case, it isn't long until
he's all over me and we make love." Kathy turned her head,
appearing to be a bit upset.
"What's wrong?" Rick asked.
Kathy turned to him. "Nothing. It's just that he made
me promise never to wear this in front of anybody else. Not
when we have guests, not when we're staying away. Especially
if men are around. He says it's an image of beauty that's
his and his alone. But now I'm wearing it for you."
"Not for long. Come here and suck my dick."
Kathy moved over to Rick and knelt in front of him.
The bikini top strained to hold her breasts as she bent
forward. In moments, she had bared his swelling cock and
taken it into her mouth.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Rick moaned as Kathy's head bobbed up
and down on his cock. Her hair fell softly over her
shoulders, caressing him almost as much as her lips. He
relaxed into the passenger seat, letting the slow,
intoxicating pleasure build within him. Kathy spent the
first moments preparing the head, licking and lightly
sucking with gentleness. Her tongue dampened the tip, and
slowly started to tickle his shaft. The sucking sounds grew
in loudness, and she started alternating between sucks and
strokes. She wasn't simply jerking him off. She stroked
him, then leaned forward and let her dangling breasts brush
against his flaring cock. Then she dove on him, taking his
length deep inside her throat and pushing her breasts into
his spread legs.
Rick reared back, somewhat taken by surprise at how good
Kathy's oral attentions felt. He wished he could see her
husband still. He wished he could see that ignorant fool as
his sperm rocketed into his beautiful wife's mouth.
But maybe he saw something better... Kristen. Kathy's
buxom young daughter had walked out onto the porch. She was
still far enough away that she couldn't see Rick inside the
van, or her mother's bobbing head between his legs. But
Rick could see her, and the shapely body barely hidden
under her satiny gown.
"Oh, Kristen!" he moaned. Kathy stopped. Her eyes
flashed with anger as she looked up at Rick.
"What are you doing!" she lunged upward, trying to
turn his head away. Rick caught her hand, twisted her arm,
and thrust her in front of him. Now Kathy's face looked out
the window and caught sight of her young daughter. She was
simply standing on the porch, brushing her hair from her
face as the wind blew it into her eyes. Why'd she have to
be in that gown? Kathy thought.
"Ooohh yeaahh... " Rick whispered softly into Kathy's
ear. "Look at her, look at your daughter! I want to do this
to her..." Kathy felt Rick's hand take hold of her breast.
He massaged it slowly as his eyes remained fixed on
Kristen. "I want to hump her. I want to fuck her so bad!"
He was bucking slightly against Kathy. She could feel his
erection push against her. "Oh, Kristen..."
Rick slid his hands inside Kathy's bikini as he began
kissing her neck. Kathy brought her now freed hands to his,
ready to pull them away. She knew what he was doing. He was
feeling her up, pretending it was Kristen he was really
touching.
"Kristin, you have lovely breasts. So soft, so
full..."
Kathy was about to pull him off, but stopped. If this
would satisfy him, if this would bring him to orgasm and
tame the lust he had for her daughter, then it was
insurance that he wouldn't seduce her.
"Kristen, I want to feel your pussy.."
Rick moved his hands inside Kathy's bikini. "Oh! Oh,
Rick!" Kathy moaned softly.
"Yeah, honey, yeah. That feels so good, doesn't it?"
Kathy didn't like this. She didn't like being felt up
by a man who was really fantasizing about her daughter. She
felt the strength and heat of his erection. She sensed the
overflowing lust from Rick cascading down her body.
Rick moved Kathy's hand onto his cock. He guided her
motions, moving her palm up and down his shaft. She
realized what he wanted. He wanted her to jerk him off. She
turned towards him to accommodate his wish, but still kept
her view outside the window. She looked at Rick. His eyes
were fixated on Kristen. he was hypnotized by her. Kathy
could see in his face his imagination working as she slowly
pumped his cock. He was imagining Kristen's body against
him. He was imagining her own daughters naked body gliding
across his flesh. He was imagining Kathy's hand as being
Kristen's cunt.
She couldn't look outside with Rick. She couldn't
look at her daughter. She was riddled with the shame of
being naked with another man. But more so for exciting that
man's fantasy her own daughter. What would she think of her
mother? What was next? Taking nude photos of her daughter?
Stealing her underwear for him?
One thing was certain, she had to make him cum. She
had to get his lust out, whether it was in her own cunt or
the floor of the van. She could see the beast of his lust,
and knew his promise not to fuck Kristen would be almost
unbearable to keep. But if she could tire him, satisfy him,
then maybe she could save her daughter.
But it didn't work that way. Rick caught her hand
suddenly. Kathy knew what it meant. Kristen had gone
inside. Rick stepped away, not even looking at the woman
who had just been pleasing him.
"What's wrong?"
"You can go now." Rick said.
"What? Why?"
"Just go."
"Don't you want me? Don't you want to fuck me?" Kathy
grew desperate. She had to make him ejaculate! Rick didn't
answer. Kathy felt a rush of desperation. She pulled down
her panties, exposing her cunt and thrusting it towards
him.
"I know you want this. I know you want to fuck me..."
Rick handed her robe. "No," he said. "I want to fuck
your daughter."
Kathy felt overcome with rage. How could he! How could
he say that! She closed her robe, for good! She wouldn't
fuck him again, not now! She pulled the door open and raced
outside. She felt like she was near tears. That bastard!
She thought. She wanted to hate him. She wanted to hate him
for getting her naked and then... and then shunning her.
Kathy burst into the house and ran to her room. She
felt like SHE needed a nap. It was the only way to get rid
of this feeling. This feeling, not of fear or dread for
Kristen, but of jealousy. She had been rejected for her
daughter.
The guests began arriving while Rick still sat out in
his van. Most showed up in bathing suits and quickly found
there way to the pool. He watched as Kathy greeted them at
the door. She was still dressed in a bikini, but not the
one she wore for Rick. That one was still in the van. The
one she wore now was much more concealing, but still quite
sexy and offering plenty of cleavage. She looked towards
the van a couple of times, and Rick wondered I she was
trying to flaunt her breasts and body to him. It wasn't
that he didn't want to fuck her, it was just that he
already had. Now he wanted Kristen.
He had stopped paying attention to the guests when he
herd a knock at his door. Was it Kathy? Was it Kathy back
to try to fuck him? Rick opened the door, and was
pleasantly surprised. It was Kristen.
She was dressed in a button-up white shirt and shorts.
She greeted him smiling, asking "May I come in?" Of course,
Rick didn't refuse her.
"I never got a chance to look at your music
collection." She explained. Rick studied the curves under
her shirt and how tightly they pressed against the fabric.
I never got to see your breasts, he wanted to say.
He handed her a binder. She started flipping through
it, eyeing the list of CD's he kept on-hand. She didn't
appear to be reading too closely, however. Sounds of
laughter outside the van drew her attention outside the
window. Rick followed her gaze and saw a fairly attractive
young lady chatting and laughing with a couple of high-
school age boys.
"That's Angie. She's really pretty."
Rick eyed her closely. She was in a bikini, with an
unbuttoned shirt covering part of her chest.
"Yeah, she's cute." That was an accurate description.
Ordinarily, he'd probably want to fuck her. But she was
simply cute. Kristen was a goddess.
"Don't worry, I don't think she'll take away from the
birthday girl."
Kristen immediately perked up. She didn't say
anything, but Rick began to wonder if she was really here
for some compliments. She looked again at the girl, and
played with a button on her shirt. "The boys really seem
to like her swimsuit." she said. Rick noticed that
there were several more boys around her. Their eyes weren't
always directed at young Angie's face.
"Well, what do you have planned to knock them out
with?" Knock them out... Rick laughed to himself. Maybe she
just needed the Substance!
"Mom won't let me wear a bikini. I have this hideous
one piece grandma suit I have to wear."
"Are you kidding?"
"No! She's already bought it. She has this way of
acting like she's just bought me the nicest outfit in the
whole world, when actually it looks like something a
recluse would wear." Rick believed her. After all, Kathy
was trying to keep her daughter from having sex.
"She even tries to control what I wear when I'm away.
She doesn't know that the longer the dress she tries to
make me wear, the shorter the skirt I want to buy for
myself." Rick pictured her in a mini-skirt. Her creamy,
smooth legs. The darkening shadow well above her knees. He
had to squirm in his seat.
"And now its my own birthday, and I have to be home. I
have to wear what she wants me to wear!"
Hmmm, Rick wondered if he could use Kristen's want to
be naughty to his advantage. "So, why don't you wear what
you want? Why don't you just put something on, and see what
happens?"
Kristen looked back at Angie. "Something like that? I
wish I could. But even if I wanted to, I don't have
anything like that. I don't know if I COULD wear something
like that. Look at how good she looks."
Rick moved over to her. "You could wear that." he said
to her softly.
"Maybe." she said in a whisper. They watched as
Angie pulled off her shirt. Her fairly full bosom sprung
out, happily bouncing in the red bikini top. There weren't
many boys going into the house, most were standing a few
feet from the van, gluing their eyes to the slight
indentation in the red materal made by Angie's nipples.
"She's practically naked. How can she dress like
that?"
"Listen to yourself..." Rick moved closer. "You want
to have control over what you wear, but you've already let
your mother's ideas shape you."
"No I haven't! I just don't want to walk around
naked!"
"She's not naked, Kristen. It's a bathing suit. That's
all. It shows a lot of skin, but big deal."
"Look at how they look at her. Every guy here wants to
talk to her." Kristen said almost forlornly.
"Turn around." Rick said.
Kristen did as he asked. "Look," he continued, "I
think I have to tell you that you are far more beautiful
than that girl out there. But she's probably going to get
more attention because she either has a permissive mother
or some free will that lets her wear a skimpy bathing suit.
I think you could make the guys forget all about her if you
were willing to play the game."
"But I can't dress like that!"
Rick reached over and unbuttoned the top button of her
blouse. "Do you feel too naked?"
Kristen looked down at the extra exposure of skin.
"No, of course not."
Rick undid the next button. "How about now?" He
expected her to stop him. He expected her to be shocked.
But she was analyzing the situation. She looked as if she
had never actually thought about what was too revealing.
Rick undid the next button. There was a hint of
cleavage now. "You see, this isn't so bad." Kristen laughed
nervously, but didn't try to stop him. "I think just by
doing this you've already caught up to that other girl. Now
you have beauty, and a hint of alluring. But if I do
this... "Rick undid the next button. The top of her bra was
visible now. It was a glinting silver, and Rick bit his lip
as it flooded him with excitement. "Now you have sexiness.
A hint of confidence."
Kristen looked down at her chest, then back at Rick.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked.
Rick smiled. "Let me see... " another button was
undone. Her shirt was open below the bra line now. The cup
were visible, the smooth rounded flesh being pushed and
supported by them was also visible. "Yes, you re sexy. You
are very sexy. If those boys could see you now, they
wouldn't even remember there was a girl named Angie."
Kristen blushed. "Do you like this, do you like how this
makes you feel?" She blushed again. And giggled. "Yes." she
answered.
Rick undid the rest of the buttons. He wondered if
Kristen had ever given a male the show she was giving him
now. She didn't flinch as he pulled the shirt from her. She
stretched out her arms and let it fall from her body. She
watched Rick as he examined her. His hands were trembling
as he took in the majesty of the sight. The beauty of
Kristen's two breasts curving and bulging inside the silver
bra. The fabric wrinkled in several enticing folds on the
underside of the cups. He looked at her side, and how her
breasts were so pronounced from her slender fame. The clasp
rested gently on her back, almost invitingly.
"Am I beautiful? she asked.
Rick didn't answer. He knelt to her, and kissed her.
His lips moved against hers, and Kristen let out a
surprised breath. She didn't kiss back, but she didn't pull
away. Rick kissed her for a long moment, then pulled back.
"You are so beautiful." he said. "Your face... your
body... Isn't it good to be like this? Isn't it good to be
beautiful for the world?"
She nodded. "But I can't go outside like this! I can't
go out in my underwear!"
"Wear a bikini." Rick said. "Its basically the same
thing."
"But I don't have one."
Rick smiled. "If you did... if you had a bikini that
was beautiful and alluring, a bikini that was smaller and
more captivating than Angie's, would you wear it?"
"Yes."
Rick stepped to the back of the van. He picked
something up, then moved back. "Here." He handed her
Kathy's bikini.
Kristen held it up. Her eyes widened as she realized
it was hardly anything. A mere stretch of white. "Oh my
God."
"Wear it." Rick said. "Be beautiful. Show Angie, show
the boys, show your mother how beautiful you are. How you
deserve to be beautiful."
"Do you think I can wear this, really? I wouldn't look
stupid, or bad, or cheap?"
"You'll look wonderful. And very sexy."
"Sexy..." Kristen repeated. She was about to say
something else, but Rick kissed her again. This time, she
returned it. She clasped the bikini in her hand, forgetting
to ask where he'd got it, and why he had it in his van. She
felt incredible. She was kissing a guy, she was in her bra!
And she was going to be sexy in front of everyone!
Especially her mother! She was going to see what it was like
to be wanted. She was going to see what it was to be
sexy and stared at. She was going to see -- that Rick
was rubbing her breast.
He was kissing her, and she liked it. But his hand was
on her bra. It was feeling her. It was pushing into her
soft, round flesh. Kristen froze, uncertain what to do. She
literally couldn't think or move for a moment as Rick
fondled her. Was he trying to have sex with her?
Rick's hand went to her back, and quickly unclasped
her bra. In a series of blinding thoughts, Kristen calculated
what was happening. He was undressing her. He was kissing
her. He was feeling her up. If that bra dropped, he would
be able to see her nipples. If he saw her nipples, he would
touch them, he would kiss them. If all that happened, he would
surely take off her shorts, and her underwear.
Then he would have sex with her.
Kristen caught her bra at the cups. The straps fell to
her sides, but her breasts remained unrevealed. "No...."
she stammered.
Rick pulled back and looked at her. "But I want to see
you. I want to see your breasts."
"You want to see me naked."
Rick shrugged. "Yes, I do."
"You want o have sex with me."
"Yes, I do."
Kristen stood up. She hastily grabbed her shirt, but
realized she couldn't put it on while she clutched her bra
to her chest.
"You're not going outside like that are you?"
Kristen looked for a place to hide. A place to dress
herself.
"Kristen, please stay. Let me make love to you."
"I can't!"
"Don't you want to? Don't you want to feel good?"
"I just stripped down to my bra. Getting naked and
having sex is too big a jump for me!"
"Ok, ok. I understand. But do you see what kind of an
affect you have on men? Do you see how much you can make
them want you?"
Kristen didn't answer.
"Remember this -- remember that whenever a guy sees
you, he wants to see you naked. He wants to strip you down
to your bra, and beyond that. He wants to see your nipples.
He wants to see your panties. You wants to see you
completely naked. And he wants to have sex with you.
Remember that."
"Would you look the other way, please?"
Rick obliged, and Kristen dropped her shirt. Her bra
fell down, and as she looked she caught a flash of her
nipples. Her pink nipples. Her pink, erect nipples. She
didn't have to be a guy to notice the bumps in Angie's
bikini. Or to notice that the boys all liked to look at
those bumps, knowing that they were caused by Angie's
nipples. Would this bathing suit of Rick's reveal her own
nipples? Would this thin, white fabric be able to conceal
her pink, erect circles. As she pulled her bra up, re-
buttoned her blouse, and headed outside, she hoped it
would. Kristen went back to the house, bikini in hand.
The party was about to start. Rick knew it was time to
get out of the van and to his post. None of the kids even
gave him a look as he walked from the van to the house.
None of them knew that if things went his way, they were
missing a first glance at the man who would take Kristen's
virginity.
Once he began the music, the kids came from the front
yard and to the pool. In a short time, the girls had their
bikinis wet, and the guys were hoping for a lucky dive that
would pull off one of those enticing tops. Kathy and her
husband were out talking with their friends, and soon the
birthday girl would make her grand entrance.
"Psst!" a voice came from behind him. Rick turned to
see Kristen's head poking from around the wall.
"Hey... " she stepped out from the wall, draped in a
long towel. Once she stopped in front of him, she opened
the towel. "What do you think?"
In an instant, Rick's jaw dropped and his penis rose.
She was unbelievable. She was in the bikini, looking as
sexy and stunning as any woman he had ever seen. She seemed
to young for it, but then seemed too much woman for it. Not
only could he see her cleavage, but he could see the
outside's of her breasts. her stomach was perfectly flat
and smooth. Her legs were long and firm.
"Can I touch?" He asked.
"No, sir, you cannot!" she said with a smile. Rick
didn't mind. A normal guy would have been frustrated, but
Rick had his ace. Soon enough, the Substance would be in
her. Soon enough, HE would be in her.
The time that went by since she was in the van yielded
a plan in Rick's mind. A perfect, diabolical, erotic plan.
"Since I can't touch, would you at least sit beneath
me? Will you at least let me look down on you, and marvel
and your sexiness and beauty."
She blew him a kiss. "It's the least I can do." She
replied. Oh hoh! Rick thought. You'll be doing much more!
She was falling into his plan...
"Do you see my mom down there?" she asked.
Rick didn't look, but remembered seeing her at the
pool. "She's right down there, talking to someone."
"Good. I have to get outside before she sees me. Once
I'm in the pool, what can she say?" Rick realized the
nature of the swimsuit. If she got wet, a lot of people
would have a lot of things to say!
Kristen bounded down the steps, bent on reaching the
outdoors. Her towel, however still remained up top with
Rick.
"Kristen!"
The sounded echoed and carried up the flight of stairs
and sounded as clear and as angry as if one stood next to
the sound. Rick knew the voice. It was Kathy.
He looked over the balcony to see that Kristen's
mother was no longer at the pool. The words, "What are you
wearing!!!" were enough for him to realize she had come
back inside, only to see her daughter's jiggling body
bouncing down the steps.
"Its a bathing suit, mom!" Rick moved to the top of
the stairs, trying to gain a peek of the confrontation.
Damn! Kathy was going to ruin his plans!
"That's not a bathing suit, it's a ---"
The house was empty, and a perfect echo made their
conversation audible. It was clear enough for Rick to hear
the change in tone of Kathy's voice. Now she recognized her
daughter's covering. Now she realized her daughter was
dressed in her and her husband's favorite sexual attire.
"Honey, I really don't think that is very suitable."
Kathy's voice had quieted. It sounded more like pleading.
"You're just saying that because it's a bikini!"
"Kristen, no. It's too revealing..." she was quieter,
evidently hoping no one else would see, as if seeing
Kristen in that suit would mean they knew it was Kathy's.
And if Kathy wore it, how could she stop her daughter from
wearing it?
"Aren't most bikinis?"
"Kristen!" Kathy looked around, making sure no one
heard her. Her anger was gone. She knew that Rick had
gotten to her little sexy daughter. He had probably turned
her sweet child against her. Anger couldn't stop her now.
Kristen tried to move past her mother. Kathy blocked
her path. "Honey, I really don't want you to wear that. You
don't know how it makes you look."
"I think it makes me look pretty. Don't you want me to
look pretty?"
"Of course, but --"
Kristen tried to get by again. Kathy grabbed her arm.
"You're not wearing that suit! Give it back!"
"What?" Kristen was confused. Kathy realized her
tongue had slipped. She tried to think of a way to recover,
but her mouth was frozen.
"Is this... is this yours?"
How to answer? How to sound believable when she says
"No!"
Kristen's voice now changed. It changed as she put two
and two together, and remembered the bikini came from
Rick's van. "Oh my God! Oh, mom! You were wearing this with
Rick, weren't you!"
"Kristen, no, I--"
"You slept with him, didn't you! You had sex with
him!"
Kathy let go of her daughter. She let go of her
weeping daughter. Kristen fell against the wall, staring at
her mother in disbelief. "How could you? How could you? and
now you think you can tell me what I can and can't do? At
least I didn't fuck anyone!!"
Kathy's eyes teared with her daughter's yell.
"Kristen, oh honey, I'm sorry. Oh please, I don't know what
happened. But Rick, he wants you, too! He wants to get you,
too! Please, don't wear that suit!"
"Shut up! I am wearing it! And I hope very guy out
there wants to fuck me. I hope they want to fuck me just
like Rick fucked you!"
"You won't, will you! Please say you won't sleep with
him!"
"Of course I won't, I'm not a fucking whore like my
mother!" She stormed towards the doorwall.
"Kristen, you can't get that suit wet. Rick, the boys
-- they will see your nipples! It turns see-through!"
Kristen stomped back in a huff. "Maybe I want them to
see my nipples!" With that, she went outside.
Kristen walked the length of the pool almost
triumphantly. She would show her mother. She would get her
mother!
It was a command performance as she finally displayed
what her male guests had so longed to see. Each of the
young boys jaws seemed to drop as Kristen walked by in her
excuse for a bathing suit. Her breasts were effectively
naked, with only the absolutely forbidden sight of her
nipples obscured. But the shape of her breasts, the curves,
the complexion bounced plainly in sight as she shifted from
one foot to the next. Kristen was not watching the boys,
however. She walked directly to her pool chair, sat down,
and stretched her long, beautiful legs out for the sun. She
was directly below Rick, as she had promised. She wouldn't
show him her body, and she wouldn't fuck him. At that
moment, she wanted all the world, Rick included, to want
her desperately. But she wouldn't put-out. She would be the
good, true, virtuous woman and show her mother how it was
done!
Rick laughed at the boys as they tried to look at her
without making it too obvious. Indeed, she had magnetically
drawn their stares away from every other female in
attendance. No one looked like her, and no one was dressed
like her. The sight of that gorgeous body was pure rapture.
But they couldn't stare. After all, her father was only a
few feet away and would not take too kindly to the leering
they offered his daughter.
Rick looked at Kathy's husband, and again laughed. The
poor man was pissed! He looked at Kathy as she emerged from
the house with an expression of "How could you let her wear
that?" He didn't notice the tears in Kathy's eyes, just
that his daughter was wearing his favorite sex outfit of
his wife. Rick thought for a moment that the situation
wouldn't last. That Kristen's father would take her by the
hand and force her back inside. But his civility held. As much
as he was angry, he was too concerned about making a scene
in front of his guests to do anything about it.
The party began. One by one the lust-filled boys came
up to Kristen to look at her breasts. And to wish her a
happy birthday. She glowed with the attention. The boys
were ogling her, and she knew it. She knew that each one of
them prayed the bikini strings would give way and expose
the last bit of her flesh to them. She knew that each one
barely looked into her eyes, but instead looked at her barely
covered body with thoughts of fucking her. Even The older
gentlemen came by. Sure, they had known Kristen since she
was young. Sure, they felt it was the proper thing to do.
But they were just as aroused as their young counterparts,
and Kristen seemed to take extra deep breaths and laugh
with a little more bounce for them. She was teasing them,
she was taunting them. She looked at her mother as if to
say, Should this be the one I fuck, mom? Or this one? Or
should I just go fuck your lover, mom?"
After the initial greetings and small talk, the party
spread out. Several guys had taken seats next to her, and
now feigned an interest in sunbathing just to be near her.
Now was the time. Rick reached into his bag, and pulled out
his special tool for the occasion: an eye dropper. He was
obligated to perform his DJ duties, but still needed to
administer the Substance. He had wondered how it could be
done, but when Kristen agreed to sit directly beneath the
balcony, the question as answered.
Kristen sipped occasionally from a drink at her side.
It was an open glass, and still reasonably full. With some
careful aim, Rick could drip the Substance into her drink
from above. Surely he wouldn't need to totally intoxicate
her. She was interested in fucking and she was interested
in fucking Rick, he was sure of that. All he needed was a
little help in getting past her devotion to her mother. And
since she now wore the attire of a woman far from the
chastity Kathy hoped for her daughter, she was on the brink
of giving in to her desires. Rick let the first drop fly.
It was a thin drop, without much weight. Rick was
certain he had held the dropper directly above her glass,
but had forgotten to consider the wind. The droplet quickly
curved away from its target, and landed on Kristen's right
breast. She didn't seem to notice. A small splash bounced
from her smooth flesh, but probably carried no more impact
than that of a droplet of water coming from a splash in
the pool. Hmmm, Rick thought. So much the better. After
all, the Substance did work when applied to the skin! He
let loose another drop, from exactly where he had let go
before. It splashed directly between her breasts. This one
drew a bit of a reaction. Kristen brushed at the moisture,
but didn't open her eyes. She ran her finger up and down a
few times, then returned to stillness.
For the next few minutes, Rick took advantage of every
splash in the pool to drop another dab of the Substance
onto Kristen. Sometimes it fit her on the breasts, sometimes
on her arm or leg. Each time she passed it off as a bit of
spray from the pool. Rick carefully watched her as she
wiped the liquid from her skin. When her touch lingered a
bit, or she squeezed herself a bit, Rick knew she would be
ready.
But Kristen wasn't the only one in his plan. To have
his way with her, he knew he needed to incapacitate those
who would stop him. As the start of a new song blasted
through his speakers, Rick headed downstairs.
He had grown familiar with the grounds, and knew
exactly where all the pool connections were. With no one
watching, he added a healthy dose of the Substance into the
pool's circulation. With everyone swimming but Kristen, it
would only be a matter of time before no one would be able
to stop him.
After a half an hour or so had passed, Rick noticed
more and more people getting out of the pool and resting.
The young boys seemed to be staring at Kristen with less
fear, but they also possessed less mobility. Kathy and her
husband had been in the water, possibly to cool his temper
and wash away her tears. Now, for the first time since
Kristen emerged half-naked, they relaxed with closed eyes
and still bodies.
Eventually Rick decided to do a little test. As the
crowd lay beneath him motionless, he purposefully adjusted
a connection and caused a loud whistle of feedback. To a
normal crowd, it would have been annoying and startling.
But the guests of the party never looked Rick's way.
Instead, they appeared to be deaf or dead, or just under
the influence of a powerful drug. It was almost eerie.
The success of the test brought a pounding to Rick's
heart. It was time! But was Kristen ready? Rick looked over
the balcony. Her hand was on her cunt. It was between her
legs, unmoving. She, too, looked asleep. But her
unconscious mind was all to aware of the sexual thoughts
racing through her head. Instinctively, she had reached to
calm the tingling vagina between her legs.
Rick was fully aware of his pounding heart and his
rock-hard erection as he descended the steps to the pool
level. Each new test of the substance brought up a fire of
lust in him that topped the highest passion he had felt
before. He was drugging an entire party. Twenty, thirty,
who knew how many people? The object of his desire was out
in the open, supposedly safe and snug among them. Who could
dream that a stalker, a predator, was circling the young
beauty now, preparing to penetrate and plunder her? Even
the girls mother no longer noticed him! Kathy was in a
haze, probably thinking about the fuckings she had received
from Rick and nothing else. Now, he would have her daughter
and break his promise that he would leave her alone. Like
he could ever promise not to fuck her. To not want the
virgin Kristen was impossible!
A virgin! Rick has seduced girlfriends and wives with
the Substance, but never a virgin! Ironically, it seemed
that what was needed to seduce her naturally was a little
coaxing. But so much the better...
Kristen hadn't budged since Rick last adored her
creamy cleavage from above. His erection rubbed against the
material of his shorts -- a suggestion of the young
vagina that awaited. He stepped in front of Kristen, making
no effort to conceal his stare towards her breasts.
Drops of moisture glistened in long trickles on the
bare portion of the curves. A slightly darkened fabric
appeared where the substance ran onto the cups. Rick sighed
as he thought about a pleasing notion: that some of the
sexiest poses women are ever in are the ones the natural
ones they don't even think about. Her body was turned
slightly to the side, causing her breasts to plunge
slightly to her left and the bikini cups to separate a bit
from the delicate skin they were to conceal. Her hand was
squeezed between her legs with just enough force on her
cunt to ease the beginning lust inside.
Kristen didn't greet him, she was too out of it for
that. Rick sat next to her on the pool chair, admiring her
stretched out body and heart-stopping beauty.
"How do you like the party so far?" he asked her.
Kristen answered with a sound that wasn't a word. "Don't
fall asleep at your own party! Why haven't you been in the
water? You need a swim to perk you up."
"Can't." Kristen muttered. Her thought was to ask him
to leave her alone. Even though she wanted him to desire
her, she didn't want to satisfy him. But she liked the
sensation of him sitting next to her. More than she thought
she would...
"Why not? Your in a bathing suit. And at a pool party.
Everyone else is doing it. I think you should do it. You
should do it with me.."
The last words of his sentence echoed in her mind.
"You should do it with me." Kristen pictured Rick's hands
slipping inside her bikini and caressing her breasts. She
imagined her bottoms melting away from the heat of Rick's
cock and then the smooth penetration inside her.
"You could stand to get a little wet." Rick said. The
suggestion gained an instant reaction as Kristen felt an
intense squirming between her legs. She had a faint
indication that what he was saying wasn't sexual, yet every
word he said made her think of sex. What was going on?
"Come on, I want to get in your pool."
A whirl of blue and white circled in Kristen's
thoughts. She could see her wetness, the glistening lining
of her pussy and how deep it went. A pool of pleasure... it
was a pool of pleasure between her legs.
Kristen tried to clear her mind of the image, but she
couldn't. Wearing this bathing suit couldn't be enough to
get her like this, could it? Her mother's infidelity
couldn't make her lose her virginity, could it?
"Come on, let's do it." Rick looked at her mother and
father. Kathy was looking back -- her face was worried. But
both were barely able to move. Rick looked back at Kristen,
who moaned slightly and took in a deep breath, expanding
her chest. Rick watched the expanse slowly return to normal
with her exhale. It was magic. So beautiful... so arousing.
"If you don't come," he breathed, "I'll make you sorry."
Kristen couldn't move. If Rick was going to do
something to her, it would have to be where she lay.
Rick leaned over. At this point, he was either going
to get in trouble or get away with it. This was the moment.
His hand trembled as he spread his palm and reached down.
In a moment, it was firmly clasped on her breast.
Kristen's voice caught. Her hand shot up, catching
Rick's. He was lightly squeezing the fullness in his hand.
Kristen's body arched, and again her breath gasped. Her
eyes opened, but didn't look at him. Her mouth was frozen
open, unable to breath or exhale for a moment. When Rick
squeezed her again, her breath escaped letting out an
intense "Oooa." Her fingers tightened in Rick's. He
released his hold, wondering if Kristen had the strength or
will to pull him away. She didn't move. Rick started to
pull his hand off, so he could feel another portion of her
breast. But Kristen caught his hand without looking. Her
grip was quite powerful, and she pulled his hand back onto
her breast. Rick smiled, and he again pulled his hand off.
Like a spring she brought it back down, now pushing it hard
into her flesh.
This simple touch was sending incredible waves of
sensation and thought through Kristen. Her breasts glowed
with an energy of pure delight. It was fantastic! Though
she knew this wasn't actually sex, she couldn't imagine
anything feeling better. Dare she move it? Dare she
interrupt that wonderful contact that was making her feel
so good? She shifted her hand, and in doing so felt Rick's
finger brush across her nipple. "Ohhh!" the sound was loud
in her, as if her breast and pussy had voices of their own.
It was better! It was better to move!
Kristen mashed Rick's hand into her breast, moving it
across the round shape from nipple to shoulder. Still, her
eyes weren't open. The feeling was unconscious, primal, and
sublime. She was going to lose her virginity right now.
She was going to fuck. That was all the conscious thought
she was able to muster. She was mostly naked, with only a
few square inches of fabric covering her treasures of
womanhood, but the fabric felt like it was smothering her.
Her breasts started to feel glazed and withering. Her cunt
felt feverish...overheated... stifled.... She moved to her
back and opened her legs wide. A stream of cool, inviting
air swept in between her legs where the fabric parted
slightly from her flesh. Her breasts actually seemed to
grow larger in the nurturing sun as Rick's hand pulled the
fabric from side to side. God did she want to be naked! She
wanted Rick to rip the small amount of clothing from her
body. She wanted the wind to mix with the stares of the
crowd and caress and soothe her body. And stare they would.
They would feast their eyes on her perfect feminine shape.
The world itself would encompass her, penetrate her, fill
her, and welcome her to the world of sex.
Rick no longer concerned himself with fears of
upsetting Kristen. She was his. His hands ran over her
smooth flesh, squeezing and rubbing her large, wonderful
tits. Her legs were open wide, and Rick knew he was moments
away from entering her pussy. He could have fucked her
right there. He could mount her on the lawn chair, drop his
shorts, and strip away the precious innocence of the
seventeen-year-old girl underneath him. But that was too
simple.
Rick stood up. He took a moment to see just how much
the crowd was paying attention. Many appeared to be passed
out. But Kathy wasn't. Nor was her husband. Kathy was
crying slightly. She looked as if she had tried to rise
from her chair but could not. But she could see everything.
She had seen Rick fondle her daughter's breasts. She had
seen how Kristen had opened herself to him. She had seen
the beginning of the dance. The early stages of sex.
Her husband had pure hatred in his eyes. All the fears
and tensions of having a beautiful daughter were as
inflamed as the young girl's lust. He had known this fear
since she was thirteen, when her body had passed a normal
stage of development and entered a realm of enchantment. He
had known it since he first realized her legs were longer
and smoother than the other girls'. That his daughter's
hair was fuller, healthier than the other girls'. And most
certainly when he realized Kristen's thirteen-year-old
breasts were shapelier, fuller, and larger than most
women's. He knew young boys would want her. They would do
anything to have her. And one day, one would succeed.
Kristen felt she was locked in an eternity of want.
Her entire virgin life was passing before her eyes. All the
missed opportunities. All the attractive boys she nearly
ended it with. Now, she was open and ready for the man
above her. In moments, his hot pumping cock would be in
her.
Rick knelt down to Kristen, and pulled her up by both
hands. Kristen tried to lift her head, and succeeded with a
second effort. Her expression was unable to convey the
shock and want she surely felt.
Rick led her by the hand. She was awkward at first, but
it only enhanced her body. Her bared breasts jiggled and
bounced with her steps, exposed now for the first time to
the world beyond her bedroom mirror. Rick led her to the
end of the pool. Kathy and her husband were only a few feet
away. The rest of the guests could barley muster stunned
and jealous looks. Kristen came to a stop beside him, her
hand in Rick's, and patiently awaited the coming events.
Rick looked directly at Kristen's parents. The couple that
gave her life. The couple that raised and protected her.
Rick stepped into the pool. Kristen followed. They descended
the steps into the shallow end. There were two sets, one at
their end, the other by Kathy and her husband's. Rick didn't
have to look behind him to see that on the third step,
the water splashed up to Kristen's waist. One lap of
adoring water was all hat was necessary to show the dark
patch of hair covering her pussy. Two more steps, and they
were in. Rick could hear the water kissing her breasts.
Each droplet frantically splashed her, seeking a taste
of her nipples, now so plainly showing through her
transparent bikini.
Rick still didn't look. He led the young girl to her
parents, as if returning her after becoming lost. He held
her hand, and presented mom and dad their princess.
Kristen stood before them. The water had cooled her
body, but not the fire raging between her legs or the
wonderful twinges in her nipples. She looked down at
herself, and saw the sights only she had seen these last
half-dozen years. She wanted to speak. She wanted to say,
"Mother, here are my breasts. Here are my nipples. Here is
my cunt. I am a woman, and I want to fuck this man." But
she didn't need to say it. her mother's face showed all to
well she received the message. And strangely enough, Kathy
seemed convinced. Her mother's eyes had perhaps blinded her
to the beauty of her daughter with which she was now
confronted. Kathy was looking at her, really looking at
her.
Rick squeezed Kristen's hand and then turned her to
the crowd. Now everyone present -- old friends, old
neighbors, and classmates -- could see her majestic body.
"Ladies and gentlemen." Rick began. "We are here today
to celebrate a very special occasion. Lovely Kristen's
birthday. And my, isn't she lovely?" Rick looked down her
body, waving his hand over her. "I imagine most of you guys
out there know what I mean. Just look at this body... turn
around honey." Kristen turned, allowing everyone in
attendance a full, close view of her round breasts and pert
pink nipples. "Now bounce up and down a bit, dear." Kristen
again heeded Rick's command, bouncing slightly in place.
Her breasts responded as only a set of taut, firm, full
breasts could. They bounced up and down, the pace slower
than the rest of her body as the mass of each breast
developed its own rhythm. The jiggling shapes contorted as
they went from top to bottom, and Rick knew that Substance
or not, the male attendees were mesmerized.
"Wonderful. Perfect. God, what tits. Let's all
congratulate mom and dad on raising a big-breasted
daughter." He applauded a moment. "Well, now the moment of
the day. No, not the cake. It's...." he imitated a drum
roll, "KRISTEN'S FIRST FUCKING!! Yes, that's right. Our
young virgin, Kristen, is going to be fucked today for the
first time." He put his finger on her cunt. "A man's penis
will be inserted, thrust into her tight virgin pussy again
and again until a nice, satisfying stream of sperm
ejaculates into her cunt. And guess who gets to do it?"
Rick hung his head in humility. "Me!!" he said, perking his
head back up again.
Rick pulled Kristen to him, and savored the press of
her naked breasts to his chest. Leaving her as she was, he
spun around to her backside, looking at her mother and
father directly. "Mom, this is for you. Let's see if she's
got your tits!" He yanked off her bikini top. The wet, thin
fabric snapped easily from her chest. Kristen's breasts,
now bared, bounced even more dramatically.
"Oh yeah!!!." Rick moaned. He mashed his hips and
hardened cock against her ass. His hands moved up her bare
stomach, then cupped her bared breasts. Her nipples poked
through his groping fingers, still glistening from the
wetness she had gained in the pool.
"Ohh! I really want to fuck your daughter! I really
want to fuck your fucking daughter!" Kristen moved her
hands to his, exploring her breasts with him. "Ahhhh!"
Rick cried as he thrust into her. Her bikini and his shorts
kept him from penetration, but he humped her and squeezed
her tits anyway. He strategically placed his left hand
between her soft breasts, bracing her against him so he
could move his right hand to her cunt. He rubbed her.
Kristen melted into his arms, enjoying the firm caress and
tickle of an experienced man. His fingers slipped inside
the bikini, and made the first flesh-on-flesh contact her
vagina had ever known from a foreign hand. She cried out.
Rick had stirred enormous pleasure, and her body sounded
its praise.
Kathy thought she wanted to somehow save her daughter
from the groping hands of Rick. Yet, she was unable to
move. She had the strength to move her eyes and watch as
those male, purposeful hands slid down her daughter's back
and into her bikini bottom. His fingers cupped her buttocks,
squeezing and kneading her daughter's young flesh and
revealing the tops of her cheeks as she giggled and pressed
against him. Kathy couldn't help but see the sexuality that
oozed from her young daughter. The curves of her breasts...
the jiggly tautness of her skin... the flowing, radiant
hair and wonderful smile...
Kathy's own body still glowed with those same gifts of
beauty. She looked down at her bursting cleavage, realizing
her body was pining for Rick's touch. She was aroused! It
had snuck up on her! Her body moved with want. She began a
ceaseless, slow, turning and groaning fueled by the desire
for sex that was growing inside her. Even after being
caught, even after her daughter's tears, Kathy wanted to
fuck again.
Rick's humping had caused the two to move within a
foot of Kathy. Rick pulled his finger from her cunt so he
could again squeeze both breasts. "Oh yeah, these are good
tits! But are they as good as mom's?" Rick eyed Kathy's
cleavage as he spoke into Kristen's ear. He rubbed
Kristen's breasts, holding her exactly as he had held Kathy
inside the van. "do you remember when I did this to you?'
he said to Kathy. He turned to her husband, who was still
watching with rage. "By the way, I've already humped your
wife. I fucked her good today. But not as good as I rammed
her last night in your bed!"
Kathy's husband was able to move his eyes to look at
his wife. She had the power to move hers to meet his. But
she didn't. It was true. She had fucked him. Tears started
to form in his eyes, but no one was watching him.
Kristen heard Rick's proclamation. A brief wince of
pain shot through her, but it quickly faded. It was truth.
It was meant to be... the thought of it... Rick in her
mom's cunt... sex....
It was ok...
Rick reached down with one hand and tugged on Kathy's
bikini. "Show us your tits, Kathy. Let's see whose are
better!" The top held. Rick let Kristen go. He moved to
Kathy's back, and undid the string. Mother and daughter
faced the crowd, now both beautifully bare-breasted
"Hmmm. tough choice! I need a second opinion." In a
swift motion he undid his shorts and pulled out his
throbbing penis. He walked by Kathy's husband, stroking
himself in his sight. "Do you see this? What a cock, eh?
Oh, did I tell you I rammed this inside your wife's cunt?"
Rick then went to Kathy He climbed atop her, dangling
his penis near her face. Kathy didn't move as he maneuvered
it between her breasts. His arms stretched beside hers,
causing them to push into her breasts which in turn,
pushed her breasts around Rick's cock. He started humping.
He bounce up and down on Kathy for a couple dozen thrusts.
"Ohh, Kathy you've got great tits! Oh Kathy! You've got
great tits!" He dismounted, and lunged at Kristen.
He laid her on the concrete. Her hair fell into the
pool. Rick moved atop her. He didn't need to use his arms
to squeeze her breasts, Kristen did it for him with her own
hands. The entire crowd could see the tip of his penis
emerge, disappear, and re-emerge from Kristen's cleavage.
Her breasts and his cock glistened with moisture.
Kristen's' head leaned back, dipping more of her hair into
the pool. She was moaning softly. Rick was grunting as he
quickly pumped her breasts. Again, he quickly dismounted as
he risked orgasm.
"Looks like we have a tie! I guess that means I have
to fuck both of them!"
Rick almost came with his announcement. This is what
he wanted. This is what he dreamt about the moment he saw
Kristen's picture in the possession of this gorgeous,
nursing mother. He had wanted to fuck them in front of
daddy. He wanted to show the poor bastard he could fuck his
women. But now he wanted to change his plans. Earlier, he
had fucked Kathy only a short distance away from her
husband. Her poor, unwary husband. This time, he would
hear.
He lifted Kristen into his arms and carried her to her
dad. "Sir, I would like to have sexual intercourse with
your daughter. Is that ok? Please tell me if it is not."
Kristen's father couldn't answer. Rick carried her to the
pool house and laid her gently on the bed. He returned
outside, where he walked to Kathy. If she had any strength,
she might resist. Rick picked her up, and felt her as calm
as a sleeping babe. "Sir, I would like to have sexual
intercourse with your wife." Kathy's husband could not
answer. He carried her to the pool house.
Kathy was half-startled as she bounced against Kristen
in the bed. Kristen sat up and moved to the edge. She
playfully tried to hold back Rick's hands as he tried to
regain the touch of her breasts. She wanted to go first.
Kathy could understand the infatuation men had for
women's bodies. Her daughter bounced with energy and life.
Her skimpy, shining panty-like bikini bottom had creased
and folded with her movements. Her breasts had surged
against an overmatched bikini top. Her legs were long and
smooth, elegant and tan. Her face was the picture of
beauty.
Rick positioned her daughter so she could lie flat
down the length of the bed. She moved with him, confident
she would be the first to be touched. Her eyes looked up at
Rick with uncertainty -- clearly unaware of the movements
lovers took before their nude embrace. Rick smiled down at
his new prey, then looked over at Kathy lying beside her.
Kathy finally realized through her dulled senses -- he was
going to fuck her daughter... while she laid next to them!
Rick cupped Kristen's bare breasts in his hands. Her
soft, innocent nipples squeezed out of his fingertips. Had
he squeezed Kathy's breasts like that, a steady stream of
milk would surely come from each nipple. But aside from a
full round shape and jiggling mass, Kristen's breasts were
practically a child's -- innocent and unaware of
motherhood.. Those youthful breasts sprung and bounced as
his hands left them and continued down her body. Kristen's
cunt was in full view, eyed not only by the lover
undressing her, but by the mother beside her. Rick's hand
obscured that view as they gently rubbed and tickled the
outside. Kristen squealed and giggled, her body rocked from
side-to-side as the pleasure was too much to contain.
Kathy couldn't take her eyes off her daughter's pussy.
Her instinct was to touch it. It was so womanly. So adult.
So pink and sexy. So unlike the little girl she had always
pictured her daughter.
But she didn't touch it. She stopped herself. Rick,
however, had no reservations. He gently stroked her cunt
with his fingers, sending squirming shivers through
Kristen's body. Every sensation was new to her. Kristen
seemed so helpless as a man touched her. She was captive to
the tingling, heated sensations of pleasure that shot forth
from her vagina and throughout her body. Kathy looked at
Rick's hardened cock, picturing it sliding inside her
daughter. Kathy felt her own nipples burning, as if a touch
to her daughter was a touch to her. Kristen was writhing
now, arching her hips up and pushing Rick's hand deeper
inside her. The air caught in her throat and escaped only
in "Uhh!"s as the breath grew too strong to hold. She began
whimpering. She was whimpering like an injured child,
unable to move except for her convulsing body out of
control from the pain.
Kristen's thoughts were blurred. She could feel Rick's
finger inside her. They seemed a hundred times their normal
size. Her energy ebbed as he pulled it out, and her body
lowered. Her passion flowered as he pushed it back in,
forcing her body to rise with sensation. She wished for a
hundred fingers around her -- all probing and squeezing her
throbbing body.
Rick moved his hands to his rigid cock. He stroked
himself, testing and nurturing his manhood. For the first
time, Kathy really took notice of its size and shape. Was
it too much or her little girl? Her little, virgin
daughter?
Rick positioned himself between Kristen's legs. Her
cunt was open to him, open to his manhood. Open to the joys,
exhilarations, pleasures and pains the penises of men would
bring her. Kathy could deny it no longer. Her little
daughter was sexy. Her well-developed body heightened the
desires in men, brought about their lust, and set in motion
the events of seduction. How many boys had eyed her
daughter's cleavage and felt the maddening hardening of
their cocks as they desperately imagined wedging it between
those breasts? How many boys had tried to sneak peeks up
her skirt, hoping against hope to see a flash of her
panties or perhaps even more? And how many adult men, like
the lover now on her, had eyed Kristen's youthful beauty
with a taboo want and a subconscious longing that led them
to masturbation?
"Mommy?" Kristen's eyes looked at her mothers. She had
been flaunting her firm, taut body. She had exposed her
delicate flesh and nearly her nipples in a dare to the men
around her. Now that she had frenzied the lust of one, now
that she lay before a man, open-legged and naked, she must
have wondered what was coming. Would it be ok?
Kathy reached for Kristen's hand. She took it in hers,
then cradled it to her breast. Rick thrust downward.
"Uhhh!" Kristen's face winced and her body tensed as
Rick rammed her with his first fucking motion. His penis
pushed inside her little cunt with a force that seemed too
powerful for her little girl.
"Uhhh!" Again. Kristen's voice sounded so young, so
like a child's. It was too much. It was too big. It had to
be hurting her!
Rick had pulled out, then rammed the virgin
daughter again, who now squeezed her mother's hand in
pain and fear.
"Uhh! Uhh! Uhhh!" the rhythm of her daughter's fucking
filled Kathy's ears. Her daughter was being humped. Her
daughter was taking a cock inside her. "Mommy!" Kristen
cried out. "It hurts!" Rick didn't stop. he was fucking her
daughter, her little baby daughter! Kathy could her the
squishiness of his cock in her cunt. She could hear the
squeaks of the bed as her daughter's body was rocked by the
older, stronger man. But mostly, she could hear her
daughter's pleading voice -- her scared, confused little
voice.
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Rick was fucking her hard. Too hard for a virgin. But
how could he not? All his lust, all his want, all his
manhood wouldn't let him do any less. In any case, Kathy
was powerless to stop him. She squeezed her daughter's hand
more tightly.
"Just relax, honey. Just relax and try to enjoy it."
Rick quickened his pace. His grunts started to equal
Kristen's in intensity. His lust had to be fantastic, Kathy
thought. Two beautiful women, big-breasted and gorgeous,
naked or half-naked on a bed beneath him. Both wanted him.
Both wanted to please and be pleased by him.
Kristen's breasts bounced wildly as she received her
first man. Rick groped for her nipples -- squeezing them
for split seconds at a time. He kissed her quickly, or
more accurately, smothered his lips on hers. Their hot
breath mixed. The heat of their flesh suctioned together,
held tighter by the beads of sweat forming up and down
their bodies. Kristen still squeezed her mommie's hand. The
occasional rub against her mothers bosom helped peak her
arousal. The penis inside her hurt, but the rest of her
body was glowing with pleasure.
Rick's thoughts were blurred by sensation. She was so
good. Her perfect, smooth, unwrinkled, firm body pressed
against his own naked flesh. Her tight, velvety cunt
pleased his cock beyond description. Only two thoughts
formed in his mind. "I'm the first one... I'm the first
one.." and " I wonder if daddy can hear his little duaghter
moan?" The poor bastard, he had to be wondering what
was happening. He had to be wishing he could stop it.
He had to be mortified that Rick was humping daddy's
little girl.
Rick moaned more at the thought.. The exquisite please
of fucking a gorgeous mother and daughter was almost
unbearable. Rick slowed his orgasm-building pace and
glanced at the heated, squirming Kathy.
She was slightly fondling herself.
She was slightly fondling those big, round tits. As
much as she wanted to prevent this, she was now enjoying
it. The sight of Rick's rock-hard cock pushing into
daughter's lovely young cunt was turning her on.
Rick slowed, then stopped his thrusting.
"Why don't you look at your mother's breasts?" he
asked Kristen.
Her face showed the displeasure of Rick's cessation of
fucking, but her eyes looked at her mother. They were eye
to eye for a moment. A mother and daughter, close for the
years they shared, but now seeing each other with a newness
and excitement they never could have imagined. Kristen
wanted to look at her mother's breasts, and Kathy wanted
her to see them.
"Touch mommie's breasts..." Rick commanded.
Kristen reached out, her hands trembling. She was
uncertain and nervous. The last time she felt her mother's
breasts, it was from a loving hug, not the hug of a lover.
She had never felt the smooth, bare skin of her breasts,
and had certainly never seen her mother's nipples before.
True, she had seen her in a bra, and various lacy
nightgowns that didn't conceal the shape of the breasts or
the nipples very well, but she hadn't seen her mom's bare
chest since childhood.
Her hand went to the front to the top of her mother's
left breast. She expected a scolding hand to drive her
away, but that didn't happen. She looked at her mother,
and found her to be closed-eyed and waiting. Kristen
pressed her fingers into the soft flesh..
Her mother had never looked so beautiful. She
understood why Rick had fucked her. What man could resist
her gorgeous, wonderful mother? All the anger, all the
hurt, and all the betrayal melted away as she looked at her
mother's sexy, comforting breasts. They looked so young, so
fresh. The nipples swelled with her little brother's milk,
casting an aura of motherhood about her mother's chest that
Kristen's own ample bosom completely lacked. Yes, she was
big-breasted, and yes, she was a firm, curvaceous teen who
promised the ultimate heaven for sex. But she wasn't nearly
as beautiful as her mother.
A feeling directed Kristen. A feeling deep and buried,
instinctual and wanting. Kristen moved under Rick, she shifted
toward the other woman and brought her mouth to Kathy's
right breast. Her lips closed over the nipple, the lips
puckered, and the sweet sucking sounds of a nursing mother
lifted into the room.
Kathy cradled her daughters head to her. "Oh, baby, oh
honey. Come to mommy..." Kathy could hold out no longer.
She ran her free hand over Kristen's back and buttocks,
exploring the beauty and sexuality of her daughter. She
wouldn't admit to herself that she had wanted to do this
for a long time. She wouldn't think it. But her hands knew
where to go. They slid over her curves, down her legs, and
across her thighs. She reached as far as she could,
experiencing her naked daughter and the beauty she'd brought
into the world. Kristen was gulping her mother's milk,
evidently tasting a long-forgotten nourishment. "Kristen,
my baby, my sweet baby..."
She moved her fingers through her daughter's curled
bush, and onto the soft, sensitive outer regions of
Kristen's pussy. The touch pulled Kristen from her mothers
nipple, not to complain but to utter a long, satisfied
moan. Mother and daughter continued in embrace. Kathy's
milk continued to flow. Rick's excitement continued to
mount.
He guided Kristen's body gently so that she moved atop
her mother. Still suckling at her breast, she sat full
astride her mothers sexual frame nearly pussy-to-pussy. Of
course, Kathy still had on her bikini bottom, but not for
long. Rick slid them off, making mother and daughter as
naked together as they had ever been. Kristen remained
clamped to Kathy's right breast, and easily shaped her body
at Rick's urging hands to lift her awaiting pussy into
fucking position.
Daughter on mother... Kristen's bare breasts hung
down, pushing into her mother's bare flesh. Rick positioned
himself between Kristen's legs and looked down the length
of the two gorgeous bodies beneath him.
He was fucking a mother and her daughter, a wife and a
husband's child. The poor father was probably squirming in
agony as he heard the moans of the two most important
women in his life echo simultaneously through the air.
Never knowing whose cunt Rick's cock was in at any given
moment. For now, it would be in Kristen's.
"Uhhh!" Kristen squealed as Rick penetrated her again.
The force of sensation caused her to break her lips from
her mother's tit and cry out with sexual energy. Her body
humped her mothers as she received Rick. Pussy-to-pussy,
breast-to-breast they were, as they rocked back and forth
to Rick's rhythm. The moaning grew deafening. A chorus of
sexual pleasure rose from each of the three. Surely the
father could hear her daughter fucking. Surely the husband
could hear his wife -- fucking. Rick pulled out of Kristen
and moved back in a bit lower -- into Kathy's cunt. Kathy's
voice changed as she was penetrated. It grew more intense,
more primal. Rick knew she had wanted this the whole time.
She wanted his cock again. Rick was happy to oblige,
thrusting into her at an increased pace. He was humping
Kathy's pussy and Kristen's ass at the same time. Kristen's
cheeks rubbed against his loins, sending quivers of
sensation through him he had never before experienced.
"Oh, God you fuck me good! Oh, God, you fuck me good!"
Kathy wailed. Her screams were nearly deafening. Her
orgasmic fury seemed enough to make the walls flush with
arousal. Rick's body absorbed the heat of the two women
beneath him like a sponge. But like a sponge, he cold absorb
only so much. Two perfect pussies... four perfect, bouncing
jiggling breasts. Rick was ready to cum. He was ready to
burst his semen inside the cunt of one of these women.
"Cum in me! Cum in me Rick!" Kathy screamed so loud,
and with such lust, that Rick knew her husband would always
hear those words. He would hear the sound of his gorgeous,
fucking hot wife scream with unbridled lust for the orgasm
of another man.
Rick pushed in her, knowing full well that he was only
a few strokes away from his second ejaculation inside Kathy
in as many days.
But he wanted it to be Kristen. He had wanted to fuck
the hot little daughter, to not only break her of her
tragic, lengthy virginity but to fill her with his sperm.
Then he realized it. Kathy DID want him to cum in her... so
he wouldn't impregnate Kristen!
Rick pulled out - he slid his cock out of Kathy's cunt,
not from lack of enjoyment but to satisfy an even deeper
desire. He pushed his weight onto Kristen, whose arms
buckled under the full weight of the naked man behind her.
She fell onto her mother, face-to-face. Her lips brushed
Kathy's, prevented from a kiss only because the size of
their full but now squashed breasts made such contact
impossible. Kathy watched her daughters look of surprise
turn to one of pain and ecstasy.
"Ahhh!" Rick grunted as he gripped Kristen's waist and
pounded into her with all his being.
"Oh, I fuck you're daughter so good! I fuck your
daughter so good!" Kristen was crying out, almost yelping
at the penis forcing itself inside her. Her body felt
ravaged with pain, yet powerless to move. She wanted this
fucking. Her tits wanted this fucking. Her cunt wanted this
fucking that was so overdue, she neared orgasm from the
slight rub of her pussy against her mother's.
Kathy was swept away. Her body bounced up and down on
the bed, pinned underneath the beautiful weight of her
daughter and the driven, humping man above her. But she
wasn't desperate. She wasn't afraid. They had the money to
support a child if necessary. Kristen didn't love Rick, and
wouldn't have her life ruined by him And God, what Rick had
given her! One thought made its way clearer as she rubbed
her nipples against her daughter's: 'sex is good'.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh, yeahh! Rick moaned. The sperm seemed
too much welling inside him, like its release would tear
apart his penis. But that tight young cunt, oh God! That
tight virgin cunt!
Rick came. His hips pumped feverishly as sperm shot
into Kristen's bare, unprotected pussy. The last traces of
virginity, of sexual innocence, washed away with the sticky
white substance that tickled her between her legs and
filled her vagina with delight. She slumped onto her
mother, letting her virginity drip from her pussy with each
drop of semen.
Kathy moved her hand between her daughters legs. She
couldn't believe it. Sperm... Sperm in her daughter.
Kristen's body instinctively humped as her mother's hand
stroked and probed her. Kathy felt her daughters opening,
felt her clitoris, and how wet she was with want and semen.
Kristen had had sex. She had gotten laid. She had been
fucked. Kathy freely felt inside her daughter, pushing her
fingers inside her moist warm cunt and smiling at the
nervous daughter looking back at her.
"Mommy?" Kristen's eyes were filled with fear. fear of
the retribution for what she had done. Fear at the thought
that she might now be with child.
Kathy smiled up at the pretty face. That pretty, warm,
lovely face of the girl who was now a woman. She smiled as
the sperm dripped from her daughter's cunt and onto her
own. Never had she been closer to her offspring. Never had
she felt so feminine and beautiful as she did at that moment.
She loved her daughter...
"It's ok, honey..." Kathy pulled Kristen to her. She
was a woman, but she would be her little baby for a little
longer. `It's ok..." Kathy pulled her daughter to her, but
not for a hug. Kristen's mouth found her mother's nipple,
her mother's warm, caring, nurturing nipple. And with the
first suck and the first sweet stream of her mother's milk,
Kristen remembered and knew the comfort it gave. God, sex
is good....
---------------The End--------------
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