Message-ID: <1779eli$9706291354@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: www1@aol.com (W W W 1) Subject: Kristen's colletion: Yngmom1.txt Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: ("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: yngmom1.txt Authors name: Storysman Story Title : The Substance (part 1) 5/13/97 -------------------------------------------------------- This story contains sexual descriptions. If you are not a consenting adult, please read no further. Thank you ---------------- Kristen's collection ------------------ The 'substance' has been used and miss-used over and over again. And this is another story where it is being used for someones own self-gratification. People, why are they so self-centered? Vacations are always fun, Rick mused as he thought about his well-earned break. He looked down at his sperm dripping from Melanie's pussy. That's what he liked about being a DJ. He worked weekends and evenings. That gave him plenty of time to fuck his neighbor's wife while he worked nine-to-five. "How's my beautiful bride?" he asked the ravaged, gorgeous blonde. Melanie didn't answer. Her head reeled from the trance/high Rick had induced in her with his beloved substance. Her marriage was not what she had expected. Instead of a wonderful, happy union with her husband, she was forced to share her firm and slender body with Rick. They were Rick's lips that most often met her own. They were Rick's hands that most frequently groped and massaged her breasts. And it was Rick's cock that most often pumped in and out of her tight, little pussy. At least she was on the pill... Rick mounted Melanie from behind. "One last fuck before I go..." he cooed. Melanie's sperm-filled pussy soon trickled with the new excess. After Rick left her, she would eventually regain her thoughts, wash herself, and prepare to make love with her husband. She couldn't end the cycle -- she knew she needed the pumping of Rick's cock and the substance that soothed her cravings. She was addicted. She was his slave. The funny thing was, she enjoyed it. This was the sex she looked forward to. ***** Rick soon found himself at his destination. Sunny Florida. He patted his most prized luggage: the pouch in which he carried his precious substance. He hoped to find a woman to fuck on this trip. With the substance, he figured it should be little difficulty. He couldn't believe his luck when he stepped onto the patio of his beach house. He looked to the left, into the courtyard of the second house adjacent to his, and beheld the lovely ass, the sexy legs, and the flowing blonde hair of a fine, young prospect. The woman turned slightly, but didn't notice him. She was tending to two children, probably hers. She knelt down, and properly adjusted the swim trunks of her little boy, then the bikini of her little girl. The lean tightened the hot pink shirt across her chest. Rick felt his tongue was ready to fall out as he eyed the firm shape of her breasts through the shiny fabric. He watched the slight jiggle the constraining pink material allowed as she pulled and yanked on her children's swimwear. Then her body stopped moving, but Rick's eyes stayed locked on her breasts. Her body stiffened, and Rick finally brought his gaze upward. The woman was glaring at him. Rick smiled. He had been caught, but made no effort to conceal the appreciation of her tits. He returned his eyes to the pretty sight as he spoke. "Hi, my name is Rick. I guess I'll be your neighbor for a little while." The woman folded her arms over her chest and turned away. "Hello. Sorry, don't expect to see much of me." The words had a direct meaning. "Oh? Plan on getting busy, do ya?" Rick formed his own meaning. The woman scowled, but it looked more like a self- assured smile. "I have a lot of exciting things planned, but none of them involve neighbors." Very good! This one could look out for herself. The woman sat down in an opened lawnchair. She stretched out across it's length. Rick immediately flashed an image in his mind of sharing that long, wide chair with her. The woman pulled down a set of sunglasses. The image made her look cool, but to Rick she was nothing but hot. The children went to the beach, and began to splash each other in the water. The area was quite secluded. The other beach houses were small and far away in Rick's sight. So much the better. The woman turned toward Rick, who had yet to break his gaze of her for more than a second. "I'm sure you have better things to do than stare at your neighbor all day." "Oh, I love to take in breath-taking sights." he replied. "Me, too." she answered. "Hopefully I can find one or two. I haven't seen anything breath-taking so far." She took a sip from a water bottle at her side. "Too bad. I'm sure something will pop up." She ignored him. "Would you like a drink?" Heh heh. A drink with the substance! "No. I don't drink. Except for this." She wrapped her red, luscious lips around the water bottle, and took a deep gulp. If it wasn't for the stone fence separating the two courtyards, she would have seen Rick's cock spring to attention. "What a shame. Well, honey..." "Kathy, the name is Kathy. Now please, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to rest and be with my children." She turned ahead away. "Maybe I could buy you dinner tonight?" Rick was still willing to try conventional ways to get sex. And if they failed, the substance would wind up doing the job. Kathy sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm here with my boyfriend." "Oh..." Guess it would have to be Plan B. Oh well. Rick continued to stare at Kathy's body. The tight, hot pink shirt did nothing to conceal the tantalizing shape of her chest. Her golden, smooth legs extended wonderfully from her shorts and ended in a pair of dainty, paler feet. Rick strained his eyes on her hips, trying to determine if the black he saw against her flesh was a bikini, or her panties. She turned her head quickly and caught him eyeing her once again. "Look, you're not going to have sex with me, Ok?" Rick was a little taken by surprise. "I... I..." "I'm not an idiot." Kathy had the tone of a scolding mother. "I see how you're looking at me. You think that just because I'm you're neighbor I'm going to hop this wall and beg you to take me." She sighed at Rick's feigned ignorance. "Don't deny it! I know you want to have sex with me." "Honey," Rick eyes her intently, "I want to fuck you." Now Kathyn was taken aback, but she quickly composed herself. "Whatever you want to call it... I'm not interested, either way. I'm here with my boyfriend. We are gong to have sex tonight. I am going to fuck HIM!" "Ok, ok..." Both of them heard the sound of the telephone from inside Kathy's beach house. She gave him one last spiteful look, then headed inside to answer it. Rick watched her all the way in, never letting his eyes break from her firm, little ass. He was disappointed to see she had taken the water bottle with her. Damn! If she had left that out, he would have had his chance! It was a good while before Kathy re-emerged. Her children had run in and out of the house, playing God-knows- what. Rick watched for her, intent on his prey. Hoping for the right moment to strike... Finally, Kathy did re- appear. "Hey, listen I'm sorry for what I said." He offered. Kathy looked at Rick, ready for another defense. "You caught me off guard back there. I was just trying to be friendly." He added. Kathy wasn't sure if he was sincere, but realized she had been the first to turn nasty. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have barked at you." "I didn't mean to be too forward, I just thought dinner with a beautiful woman would be a great way to start my vacation." Of course, he knew fucking the beautiful woman was his intent, but he couldn't say that. "Friends?" he offered a handshake. Kathy eyed him, trying to read anything on his face worthy of distrust. "Friends." She answered. She walked up to the fence, and shook his hand -- still untrusting but hoping he was sincere. The next couple of hours offered some inspiring views. The landscapes, the waves, the vegetation, Kathy's legs, Kathy's bent-over-ass. Rick patted the substance he carried in his pocket. He was growing antsy. Every passing second seemed add to the pressure of his hard-on. Her thin little arms... her flowing hair... and those cute little titties under that hot pink shirt! But how could he get her to take the substance? He looked hopelessly at the water resting beside her on the patio. If he could only get to it... They hadn't spoken since their handshake. Rick sat in his own lawn chair, stealing glances of her when he got up to refresh his drink. He noticed some suntan lotion next to the water bottle. A conversation topic! "Aren't you going to work on your tan?" Kathy gave him a cautionary look. He had behaved for awhile, and hoped he hadn't re-discovered a hard-on. She figured he was hoping to see her in the bikini she had on underneath her shorts and top. She wished she hadn't worn such a skimpy one. She had intended to work on her tan, but not if it meant exposing any part of her that might kick him into high-aggression. "I might." She answered flatly. "So where is your boyfriend now?" Kathy didn't mind answering this. He would surely give up when she informed him of her intended lover. "He's coming on a later flight. We weren't dating when I originally made this reservation, so we couldn't fly together." That was true. She had only been dating Dave for a month and a half, though she had first met him seven years before. He had tried and tried to get her to date him, but gave up when he saw her sucking her ex-husband's dick at a party. She realized she picked the wrong man to blow and marry. After two kids, the marriage fell apart. She ran into Dave, and decided to give a `nice guy' a chance. He had been wonderful so far, and fully understood her wish not to have sex right away. But she was going to make love to him tonight. He deserved it. She was eager for their first time. "Looks like the sun is already starting on you..." he said, pointing at her arms and legs. "Want me to rub some lotion on them?" Oh, here he goes... "No, I'm ok." She called her young son over to her. "Bobby, will you put some lotion on mommy?" She sat down and let her son rub the lotion on the bare portion of her shoulders, back, and neck. She could have done it herself, but wanted Rick to see her let someone besides him do the honors. He saw, and just smiled back at her. His smile turned somewhat frownish however, as she let her son spread the clear lotion onto her easily accessible arms, and then the length of her smooth, beautiful legs. Her son wasn't rubbing it in, SHE was! Kathy rested smugly. That should end it... The day continued on. Rick was going insane. If he didn't get an opportunity to drug Kathy soon, he might lose his chance to fuck her. He had eyed her water bottle, hoping he could get it long enough to put the substance in. But she always carried it. She made a few trips inside, but always took it with her. Finally, he had to make a trip inside himself. He strode into his beach house, rubbing his sore penis as he headed for the bathroom. He couldn't shake her image from his mind. The hot pink shirt seared in his memory with a yearning he felt in his crotch. He had to see her again... He opened the bathroom window ever-so-slightly. Good. He had a view of her. It wasn't the best angle, but it would have to do. He looked down the length of her body, wishing he could taste, touch, and feel every inch of her flesh. What a sight she was, here on this magnificent beach. The sun, the sand, the crest of the waves, Kathy unbuttoning her shirt. Rick almost had a heart-attack at the unexpected sight. Kathy's breasts bobbed in a tight, skimpy, black bikini top. Evidently she thought Rick had left, and was no longer uncomfortable baring her sexiest parts. She pulled off her shorts, and the glint of the black bottom sparkled in Rick's eyes. Rick slid his hand into his shorts. He stroked himself as Kathy stretched out on the blanket. The rub of his cock made him desperate for her. Desperate for her cunt. Kathy was about to open her shirt when Rick saw her jump to her feet -- not because she saw him or heard the slapping of his cock, but because her daughter was crying down by the water. She raced to her child. Rick watched the beautiful mother comfort her offspring. Evidently, the little one had gotten sand in her eye. She led her into the beach house -- leaving her belongings unattended. Rick pounced. He pulled up his pants and raced for the door. In a blink he hopped the separating stone fence and immediately grabbed Kathy's water bottle. Empty... Fuck! Nothing to mix the substance with! Rick was desperate, he had to have this woman, he had to fuck her. But now what? Then he remembered something. Something he had been told when first given the substance. It works through the skin. There it was, that fuck-saving tanning oil. Rick grabbed it, his hands shaking with nervousness. It wouldn't do him any good for her to come out and catch him here! The cap came off easily. The substance went in easily. Rick place it in its original position. He leapt back over the fence and made his way back inside. Please, please let her use more of that lotion! He resumed his position at the bathroom window... hoping... Kathy re-emerged from the house, and took a noticeable look into Rick's courtyard. Confident he wasn't looking, she removed the hot pink shirt that dangled open in front. She sat back in her chair, now clad in the bikini only. She reached for the lotion. Rick was careful not to jerk himself to ejaculation as Kathy oozed the oil into her hand. He wanted to. He wanted to cum right then as she spread the lotion onto her breasts. They looked so fucking good glinting in the sun. She took careful measures applying it to her generous assets. She seemed to enjoy it -- lingering her hand on the soft, rounded flesh for much longer than necessary. She looked again towards Rick's courtyard, and seeing she was still alone, spread the lotion onto her thighs. How long should he wait? How long until the effect kicked in? Would it work the same way through the skin? His past experiences would hopefully help him here. He waited for the familiar writhing motion. The motion induced by the substance that more than anything else revealed her condition. But it never came. Kathy rested comfortably in the chair, and never writhed a centimeter. Was it working? Was it working? Rick paced his bathroom with desperate longing. He couldn't jut go over there. He couldn't just grab her if the substance hadn't kicked in. Time seemed to pass like lightning. Kathy dabbed some lotion on herself from time to time, but never displayed any extreme sexual heightening. She teased her breasts with her massaging hands, and even seemed to run her fingers ever-so-close to that treasure between her legs. But she didn't seem wasted. She didn't seem excited. Before long the sun was obviously in a setting stage. No more lotion would be applied. No more tanning. In fact, Kathy told her children to go in the house. They ran in, laughing and playing. Kathy stood up, the beautiful folds in her shiny black bikini bottom glinting sexuality to Rick's worshipping eyes. Her breasts jiggled a bit more freely now that they were freed from the tight shirt. Her body seemed more tan, and looked like a definition for the word `sex.' Kathy lifted the hot pink shirt onto her shoulders, and slid her delicate arms through the sleeves. Then she stood. Her head was drooped, almost as if she had fallen asleep while standing. She stumbled. She caught herself on the chair, but the motion gave Rick all he needed to kick him into high-gear. Her right breast fell out of the bikini. Rick eyed the exposed nipple for only a second. He was far away, but he planned to get closer. A lot closer. Kathy regained her balance, and placed her breast back inside the skimpy top. She turned, and again almost fell. She rested one knee on the chair while she worked at the buttons on the hot pink shirt. Rick was through his door, his eyes fixed completely on Kathy. Her back was turned to him, and he could see the motions of her buttoning up her shirt. He hopped the fence and moved towards the woman he was going to fuck. Her arms stopped as he placed his hand on her shoulder. They froze, motionless. Rick was trying to determine how she was going to react. Kathy... her mind was trying to comprehend what was happening. Her body froze. Her hands locked in place on one of the buttons. That touch... that touch... her mind swirled around the sensation, but struggled with the meaning. Something told her it was bad, but she didn't know why... Rick moved his other hand to her other shoulder, and started gently rubbing. That feels good... Kathy's mind thought. Her supporting leg started to buckle. Rick guided her onto the chair, continuing his massage in the process. Kathy lowered her other knee onto the lawnchair, and sat on her calves. "What are you doing?" she asked, turning her head up to him. Her voice was slow and sweet. It's tone was full of innocence and questioning. "Enjoying the view." Rick replied. Kathy followed the path of his eyes, and looked down her own chest. She hadn't finished buttoning her shirt, and an ample portion of her breasts were still exposed. The black bikini top formed a nice cleavage. She looked at her body, almost remembering that there was something wrong about him being able to see so much of her breasts... wasn't there? ... They're just pretty.... The massage felt good on her shoulders. A tingling spread down her arms. It was so nice... so peaceful. A warmth grew across her skin, calling for the touch. Her body became jealous of her shoulders. "Could you go a little lower?" she asked. Rick was still a little uncertain of her condition. His subjects had never spoken before, at least not more than a word or two at a time. Kathy was forming sentences, but it was like she was a little kid. Her voice had lost its abruptness. Was she ready? Rick moved his hands down her back. He wasn't quite ready to move yet. He eyed the gentle jiggling his massage induced in her breasts as he felt the smooth, pink fabric. "No. In front." Rick's heart quickened with her words. A pulse shot through his raging penis. Something was happening! He moved his hands over her shoulders, and rubbed near her collarbone. Kathy's body appeared to relax into the chair. Her head rested back, and she closed her eyes. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /