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 As a boy first contemplating the mysteries of the opposite sex, Rick had wondered if a
man could ever tire of the sexual pleasures women offered if he had infinite access to the fairer
sex. Now that he had been using his precious, nearly-infinite-access-granting substance for over
two years, he had decided that 'No, a man would not tire of sights, scents, and sensations women
offered.'
For over two years Rick had targeted women that aroused him by mere sight. The
difficulty wasn't in getting them to share their feminine bodies with him, it was simply in trying
to find the best method for getting his prized substance into their systems. Drinking was the
easiest way, but the substance could also work through the skin, if applied long enough. The
exact method of intake could cause variations on the reactions women had, but the ed result was
always the same: the wanted to fuck, and so Rick fucked them.
Granted, He had trouble getting the girl in the short miniskirt walking ahead of him on a
city sidewalk. Even if he got the substance into her bloodstream, the crowd around would
interfere with his plans for sexual intercourse. So, he needed a chance to get a woman alone - or
- introduce the substance into those around as well. A group of sexually aroused women was
never a bad thing, and as for the men.
Rick wasn't entirely sure of the effects the substance had on males. In his own
experience, he felt groggy, incapacitated, and confused. The sensations of sex were still
wonderful, almost as though he was having them for the first time, but, his mind was dreamy and
naive about the actions he would undertake. Other men he had introduced the substance into, as
was necessary if they were around the woman of his affection, tended to also be incapacitated.
They would look at their own wives as Rick fucked them, their faces changing between curiosity
and horror, but they would be too immobilized to stop Rick's ravaging of their mates or
daughters.
And that was were Rick was now finding his true pleasure. Fucking women was
incredible enough, but fucking other men's women was all the more special. He had something
inside him, something twisted, that loved to pluck a tender bride from her husband and penetrate
her sweet cunt while the man helplessly. He loved to sample the beauty of a young girl in front of
her father or mother, bringing their worst fears to reality. And the supreme thing, the detail that
could make him cum simply from thought, was the knowledge that the women were enjoying
themselves. The wanted to fuck. And their husbands, boyfriends, and fathers knew it as they saw
their rapturous faces.
Rick wondered these thoughts as he sifted through his Sunday newspaper. He hadn't
actually seduced a woman with his trick in over a week, and the need was starting to grow inside
him. Theresa had been the last, a tall, sculpted blond at a church-party. Rick wasn't much on
attending church, but the idea hit him to find the most sumptuous in the congregation and target
her for seduction. He attended three different churches before picking Theresa, and administered
the substance into her pre-ceremony coffee. She sat with her husband and children all to her left,
so Rick had chosen his seat right beside her.
Watching the substance work was a combination of the great anticipation and the greatest
joy Rick had ever known. It simply never failed. Theresa's eyes had become distant while the
service proceeded. Her lips were no longer forming the words the congregation said in unison.
Her hands made sliding motions on her breasts, only to be quickly pulled away.
The substance was a great for enhancing the power of suggestion. Rick simply whispered
in her ear that she should make a trip to the ladies room. He then stood up, excused himself form
the others in the row for his need to visit the men's room, and slowly walked out of the chapel.
He waited until Theresa managed the strength to do the same -- he had been careful not to give
her touch much - and greeted her on the path to the bathrooms.
"Hello, I'm Rick." He extended his hand.
Theresa appeared dazed, but smiled.
"I'm Theresa." She had taken Rick's hand, but Rick didn't let go. He had started to lead
her away from the bathrooms.
"I'm going to the ladies room." She had stated in a faded-voice.
"No, you're coming with me."
"Why?
"So we can have sex."
Rick had loved watching her flinch. She had known there was something wrong about his
statement, but her confusion kept her from acting they way she normally would have. Rick, used
to this sort of reaction, had stepped close to her and then slipped his hand under the hem of her
yellow dress. She was wearing cotton panties.
"That tickles."
Rick continued rubbing her pussy in the empty hallway, he had been able to hear the
sermon through the loudspeakers as he coaxed Theresa to the carpeted floor. He had tickled her
cunt some more, causing her to lift her legs and wedge them together. She had jiggled at his touch
and then curled into a ball, her arms around her chest. Her dress had hiked up her legs, and Rick
flipped it over her knees to reveal her beautiful legs squeezed together with a sliver of her white
cotton panties in between.
He had asked her if his tickling felt good, and she said yes. He asked her if he could do
something else that would make her pussy feel good, and she said yes to that as well. So, as the
organ music blared from inside the chapel, Rick had pulled Theresa's panties from her tender
legs, and mounted the married woman. Through several prayers and blessings, Rick and Theresa
broke a number of sins as he rammed his bulging cock inside her streaming, wet pussy. In the
end, she had rejoined her husband and her children for the remainder of the service with Rick's
sperm dripping out of her throbbing cunt and dampening her nice, tight cotton white panties.
Fucking Theresa had been awesome, as fucking a beautiful woman tends to be. The only
problem he had with the event was that her husband didn't know. He had wanted him to come out
and catch his bride with Rick's cock seven inches inside her. He wanted to see the horror on his
face as his wife committed adultery in the very place that defined such acts. But, it didn't happen.
Rick sipped his orange juice and continued to sift through the Sunday paper. In the
middle of the stack of folded pages he found the weekly advertisements. He noticed an ad for a
local department store, mostly because of the women on the cover. He had seen her in the store's
catalog numerous times. She was an exquisite brunette, with a voluptuous body and radiantly
beautiful face. Rick always turned to the intimate wear section of the catalog, where she was
always pictured in a mosaic of bras, panties, and other luxurious outfits. The woman was so
beautiful in her underwear she had gained a bit of a reputation. Few people knew her name, Rick
included, but few people, few men, anyway didn't recognize her as the premiere lingerie model in
the city.
Rick picked out his favorite picture of his favorite model. She was wearing a deep blue
velvet robe, which was open and revealed her undergarments of white cotton. He walked over to
his recliner, slid off his pants, and masturbated to the image. The cotton panties reminded him of
Theresa, but this woman far outclassed her in overall beauty. If only he could find her, and seduce
her in front of her husband.
The middle of the week had arrived when Rick read the announcement. His heart had
leapt at the sight of her in the paper, even though it was on an ordinary page in ordinary black-
and-white because there was nothing ordinary about the woman. Her head shot appeared in the
'Engagements' section, along with the announcement she was soon to wed. Along with that
information came three other very important snippets of knowledge. The story revealed her name
was Samantha, and the story revealed the modeling agency for which she worked. The final, most
overwhelming piece of information was the name of her fiancee. Rick had to read the name twice
before he repeated it in his mind. He knew him, well, he had known him. James was one of the
few people he had hated in his life. Four years earlier, James was an everyday part of Rick's
existence. A college buddy, a pal.
So Rick had thought.
James was also the person that fucked Heidi. He winced at the memory. Heidi was that
last girl he loved. She was the girl he had wanted to marry. But that had all ended when he came
home to his apartment early after a class had been cancelled and he found Heidi's clothes strewn
about the floor. There was instantly something sexual about the scene, as Heidi had always been
very tidy. The sounds of her moaning came floating down the hallway. Rick followed like a
mesmerized dog, pushed open his bedroom door, and saw Heidi's legs spread open, and the body
of James in between.
It would have been one thing if Heidi had shrieked and tried to explain that it was just
something that happened. If she had only expressed some sort of sorrow, at least some
compassion. But when James turned around, pulling his glistening cock from her oh-so-perfectly-
tight cunt, it was Heidi that groaned, and pulled her lover back inside her. She hadn't even cared
that Rick was standing there. She just wanted to fuck James.
Rick was fairly sure he incident was what made him so aroused when he played the
James role in fucking another woman with the substance. There was a power in the act, more than
just fucking any woman you wanted. It was taking the woman you wanted, and making her want
you more than anyone else.
He stared at the picture of Samantha, then reached into his magazine holder to look again
at her nearly-nude pictures in the store catalog. This time, he was going to fuck the girlfriend. He
was going to take Samantha.
Rick worked the details through his mind. She instantly had become his passion, his
purpose, and his target. He wanted her, and he wanted to get her in the perfect way - in front of
her fiancee. But how to get her? He couldn't just walk into the agency, slip Samantha the
substance, and fuck her in the middle of a photo-shoot. Not unless he administered the substance
to the employees of the building. That would be tricky.
Follow her home. he thought, reasoning he could stake-out the agency, wait for her to
emerge at the end of a session, and track her. Once he knew where she lived, he could determine
the best way the plunder her incredible body, and break the heart of his hated enemy James. Rick
looked up the location of the modeling agency. Tomorrow, he was going be there.
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