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 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 aisle way. 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 down to 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 mommy'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 no 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 my pussy! I've got to wash my
pussy!" She leapt of 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 run 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
pleasured 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 of additional gear. It was of the substance.
Kristen hadn't arrived yet, but was do 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, knee-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
his new baby 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. 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, 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 brown hair.
She stopped brushing, and looked at the man who 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 his throat. 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 stumbled in on his mother has 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 didn'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 brown 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 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 her held her close she would undoubtedly feel the swelled erection
in his pants made so by the sight of her perfect shape barely hidden by the enticing night-gown.
The 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 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 thing 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 him against her. 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
more 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..." he 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 down 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.
He walked by the pool, memorizing its layout. He entered the pool house, noting how it was much more
like a regular house than a simple changing room for guests. It had its own kitchen, its own bedroom. Rick
particularly liked the bedroom. It was close to the pool, close enough that with the window open, people
could easily hear a fucking couple. He looked out that window, and noticed Kathy's husband sunbathing a
few feet away. He hadn't noticed Rick go in the house, and Rick saw why. Besides having his eyes closed,
he was wearing headphones. Nothing seemed able to disturbed him, and that was fine with Rick.
The door to the bedroom opened suddenly. Kathy burst in 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 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 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. 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. Rick tried to pull them down with one hand, but they
were too tight for the attempt. The 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 shirts, 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 her 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 o 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 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 Rick 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. That 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 the
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. Hi penis glistened with the
moisture of her cunt and his own semen. Kathy felt exhausted, emotionally and physically. he had gone
from hating this man to wanting his fucking more than anything. But then again, that was how she felt the
night before. She didn't know how or why, but this man know 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 man.
She got up and started to redress 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 in half an hour.
Kathy blushed. "I'll 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 fuck
Kristen....
With her husband tanning and her daughter napping, Kathy had no problem making 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 forbidden 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' 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 up, 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 Rick, 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 stood in front of him in the tight, skimpiest bathing suit. 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 you 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. No when we have guests, not when were 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 walked over to Rick and knelt in front of him. The bikini top strained to hold her breasts as
she knelt 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 an pushing her
breasts into his spread legs.
Rick reared back, somewhat taken 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 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. He 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
wan 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 young 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 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 out side 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 to have sex with
Kristen. 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. Rock 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 like 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 with 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 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 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 cups 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. Her 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 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 realize what it was to be wanted. She was
going to realize what it was to be sexy and stared at. She was going to realize -- 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 serious blinding thoughts,
Kristen calculated what was happening. She was undressing her. He was kissing her. he was feeling her up.
If that bra dropped, he would be able to see her nipple. If he saw her nipple, he would touch it, he would
kiss it. If all that happened, he would surely take of 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 to 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 redress 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 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 he 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 se 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 too 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, of 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 you wants 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 stopped 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 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 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 in her eye, but instead look 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 would 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 her 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 her in 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 se 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 a that 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 smoothness 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 of 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 to 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 feeling 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. Or 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 in 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 ever 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 the 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 fist, 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. The descended the steps into the shallow end. There were two sets, one at their end, the other by
Kathy and her husband. Rick didn't have to look behind him to see that on their 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 to 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. The 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 din 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 thrust into her. Her bikini
and his shorts kept him from penetration, but her 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 Kristen'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 warming 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 his 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 her!
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 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 re-rammed the virgin daughter, 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.
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 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 mommy'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 could form in his mind. "I'm the first one... I'm the first one.." and " I wonder if daddy
can her moan?" The poor man, 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 a 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 Kristen'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 imagined. Kristen wanted to look at her
mother's breasts, and Kathy wanted her to see them.
"Touch mommy's breasts..." Rick commanded.
Kristen reached forward, 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 it didn't. 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 look 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 on 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 so beautiful as her mother.
A feeling directed Kristen. A feeling deep and buried, instinctual and wanting. Kristen moved 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 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 the 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 lie 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 want, that Rick knew her
husband would always hear that again. He would hear the sound oh 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 to fuck Kristen. He had wanted to fuck hat 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 couldn'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 load 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 to one of pain and ecstasy.
"Ahhh!" Rick grunted as he gripped Kristen's waist and pounded into her with all his force.
"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 panties.
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 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 into her own. Never had she been closer to
her offspring. Never had she felt so feminine and beautiful as she did now. She loved her daughter...
"It's ok, honey..." Kathy pulled Kristen to her. She was a woman, but she would be her little bay
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....
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