Message-ID: <29694asstr$986343002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3ACA39E7.E4DBC1A6@myrealbox.com> From: J Reply-To: Jamez@myrealbox.com X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 03 Apr 2001 14:00:36 PDT Subject: {ASSM} Drug Induced Lust (Teen mast, f, ff) Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2001 20:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, gill-bates Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved Written By: Sventek@onebox.com - Drug Induced Lust - ----------------------------------------- "Did you hear about Melinda?" "No, what?" "They like carried her out of her house yesterday morning. The police say it was a suicide. They found her totally naked with her cunt wrapped around her bedpost." "That is so disgusting. Are you sure?" "My uncle told me and he wouldn't lie about it. He said he was going to be the one of the detectives investigating her death." "How the hell did she manage to kill herself doing that?" "Hell if I know?" "I'll see you tomorrow." Natalie Turner stepped off the bus after a long day at school. "Yeah...." She couldn't believe it. Melinda had been her best friend for years and only within the last couple of weeks had started to act strangely. Natalie and Melinda had been called twins because they looked a lot alike. In their senior year, they both had shared a lot of experiences and spent a lot of time together. It was just until recently that things started to change. Melinda had started to miss a lot of school and when she was there, she was acting weird. It was almost like her mind was always elsewhere. People started to say that she was using drugs or smoking pot. Natalie was the only one who knew that not to be true. It wasn't pot or drugs, but there had to be something else. She couldn't tell what caused her friend to act this way, but she had wanted to be there for her whenever she wanted to talk... She guessed that whatever problem she had had, it was over now. As Natalie was heading up to the door it felt strange. Melinda's body had just been transported out of the house yesterday and it almost felt like Melinda still was going to open the door like she always did before Nat could even ring the doorbell. How even more strange when she actually had to wait for her mother to answer the door. The silly thought that, "Geez, she must really be dead" crossed her mind but then was dismissed... "Of course, she is you idiot." When Mel's mom finally did open the door, Natalie could see the loss in her eyes. A sullen look that spoke of death and sorrow. You could tell that she had been up all night long with little rest probably contemplating what went wrong. There was a swift movement, which caught Virginia by surprise as Natalie hugged her tight. It almost sent her back a few steps. Tears streamed down their faces as they remembered her bubbly personality and funny sense of humor. Their house was your typical middle class neighborhood with white siding and a brown front door with stained glass on the top in a beautiful decoration of flowers. The insides of the house were full of expensive furniture, some older than dirt, and had fluffy white carpeting. "Can I see her room?" "Oh no, honey.... the police haven't finished with the investigation yet." "Please? I need this." "No! I ...." She broke down. "I need this." The look in Nat's eyes convinced a broken down Virginia... After moving up the staircase, Natalie could see Virginia still sobbing on the sofa, facing away from her. You could tell that they had closed all the drapes in the house... which gave it an Erie feeling all on its own. The drapes were always open but not today. Holding on to the railing, Natalie glided her way up the stairs and turned left. Then she turned right passing the bathroom on her right and then on to the bedroom where even she had spent a few nights with Melinda talking about everything personal that had happened during the week. There were no secrets. At the end of the hallway you could see the yellow tape. Carefully, she twisted the brass knob and eased in past the crime scene tape. The smell of death was evident on her nostrils and almost caused a feeling of nausea. The feeling passed.... Natalie went in and shut the door. The drapes were closed and now she could see why Virginia was so strongly against letting Natalie up here. Blood was stained against the bedpost on the right side. There were four bedposts with wooden ends, cylinder like. Natalie felt saddened by the loss of her friend... and she sat down on the chair at the desk. Her desk was neatly organized and her diary was in the top drawer, which was opened. You could see the pink book end sticking out just a bit. Natalie carefully opened the drawer. Knowing the combination to the little lock, Natalie opened it carefully towards the end...opened to the last entry --- January 19, 1998 Dear Diary, It has been so long since I have written to you... I don't have time to catch you up. I took another one of those pills today... it made me feel so good inside. I spent yet another day at home and I don't miss school. People treated me like a two year old at school and my parents always see me as their little girl... everyone forgets that I'm seventeen. I'm old enough to make my own decisions. When I take these, I feel like I'm so much older and maturer... I just can't stop.... I don't want to stop. I'll write more later. --- That was a couple weeks ago when this was written. What was she taking that she felt so great? Drugs? Pot? Natalie flipped through the diary and saw the entries she had already read. If only Melinda knew that she had had a follower of her diary all along. She guessed that it was a little late to tell her. The last time they were together it was all too strange. Melinda had NEVER acted like that towards her. She was spending a lot of time in the bathroom while she was suppose to be out there in the living room watching a movie with her... After a while, Melinda emerged looking really bad like she had been running a marathon. She was a little sweaty and wearing only shorts and a bra. She sat on the couch next to her... Watching the movie, which was boring anyway, then felt Melinda's hands caress the back of her neck. Thinking nothing of it, because she had done similar things before... the touches began to get more friendly... and more intense.... to the point to where Melinda's hands were now massaging her breasts.... A look of shock went over Nat's face as she realized and it fully registered in her mind what was going on... just looking at her friend as Mel massaged Nat's breasts through her bra. Natalie had never been touched like this by anyone; much less her best friend. "What are you doing?!" The look of shock evident in Natalie's face. To this Melinda said nothing. "Stop it! What are you doing?" Nat grabbed Mel's hand.... and Mel went back to massaging. "God dammit! Stop!" To this Nat struck Mel.... Mel didn't even flinch, but there was that look in her eyes... a look.... that Natalie will never forget. Natalie left shortly after that incident and wouldn't see her again. Mel didn't even call to say she was sorry. That day was not too long ago. In her room, there is the bookshelf in the corner with all the books Melinda always talked about reading and her stuffed animals on the floor next to her bed. Curiosity overcame her and she began a search. First she looked in her closet, her desk, then her nightstand. Nothing. Then under her bed, careful to stay on the side without the blood. Then her book bag which was sitting next to the desk... nothing. So, sitting there, she glances over the room and sees the mattress. Lifting up the mattress she finds a very large vibrator which brings a slight smile to her face... then a pill bottle. "You nasty girl you." This was one thing that Melinda seemingly forgot to share. Taking the pill bottle she opens it and sniffs the contents. It doesn't look like aspirin. She pockets both the vibrator and the pills then leaves the room shutting the door behind her. End of Part 1 After a long day of school and a rough bout with her parents, Natalie sat back in her chair, safely in her room, and reflected on the relationship she had shared with Melinda. She simply couldn't get her out of her mind. There were simply too many questions left in her mind. Staring at the pill bottle on her desk... she opened it up again and spilled the pills out on the desk. They look harmless enough. The pills are a white chalky color with the letter H on them in an M&M shape. Natalie has since stripped off her clothes, panties dangling on one foot, she sprang onto her bed... the soft cushions allowed her to melt into her sheets and she sat up... flinging her panties onto the desk from her bed.... Which caused her to let out a giggle at her small triumph. Her brown long hair was up in a ponytail all day; it was nice to let it out ... her hair falling over her breasts. Her nipples responded lightly, but remained soft. Her soft brown eyes looked around the room and made sure that her door was locked and that her blinds were closed. Her hand made its way under her mattress and grabbed the long hard vibrator... she looked it over ... feeling a little randy she placed it at the entrance to her vagina. No one had ever touched her there and she certainly wasn't sure if the thing would even fit. However, picturing herself fucking the object silly made her pussy wet enough to slide it in just a little. Spreading her legs a little to allow the big protruding object more room to maneuver itself, she turned the switch on the bottom of the device and it came to life.... Which caused her to jump in shock and surprise as well as let out a giggle as soon as she figured out how it seemed to work. Her pussy didn't seem to mind the vibrations either, its wetness flowed a little more than usual and she started to feel a little tingle inside herself. Slowly, she placed it inside of her and was careful not to push too far; she didn't want to damage her hymen. Able to get a good rhythm going, she started to really get into the vibrations... rocking her hips even to the sensations... and in her mind wondering if this is how it feels to be with a man. That thought along with the pressure of the object caused her to orgasm... certainly not anything she hasn't experienced before. After all, shower time was her private time she used to explore that little nub right above her cunt hole and she would always get close to orgasm, but stop short. This orgasm wasn't enough... and she wondered what else she could do to make herself feel that good again. She looked around the room then over at the desk and saw the pills... and thought to herself, "Maybe if I just take one.... It won't hurt...... or shouldn't anyway. It wouldn't be like I'd want to take them all!" She reasoned. So she turned off the vibrator and bounced off her bed... landing on the cold wooden floor. Over at her desk she took one pill into her hand and put the rest back into the bottle... placing the bottle away in her desk drawer. "I wonder what feelings she said were so good...?" She wondered to herself. "If they are good enough for her, then it won't kill me to try it once." Taking a glass of water she had brought up after dinner, she placed the pill on her tongue and took a drink downing half of the water in the glass. Then waited. She waited five minutes. Nothing happened. "Well that sucks." She thought. "This crap doesn't do shit!" As innocent as she appears, Natalie has a darker side to herself that people rarely see. With that she went back and climbed into the hill of blankets and sheets. Her safe haven or sanctuary of sleep, her place.... The place she eventually started to drift off.... falling asleep around midnight. Around twelve-thirty, she awoke with a burning sensation in her pussy. Sleepily, she rubbed her pussy and found it completely wet, so wet, infact, that she could not only smell her cunt from under the blankets... but also feel her juices sliding down her thighs to her asshole causing a wet spot on her bed. She began to rub her pussy faster and even went as far as shoving a couple fingers inside herself. After a couple minutes of mindless fingering, this wasn't enough... "What is wrong with me???" She spoke aloud to a dark room. The only sound in the room was coming from the wet sucking sounds her cunt was making as she slid her fingers in and out of her steaming wetness. Almost awake now she busied herself with her wet pussy, filling it with her fingers and rubbing the nub.... It worked for a bit, but now she was really hot and sweating.... She grabbed under her pillow for the vibrator and shoved it in her a little... and she found that it helped the feeling a little... the vibrator slid out of her hands... soon she was rubbing her cunt against her pillow... like she has done for years, but tonight it just wasn't working. The vibrator was in her hands again... So there she was, fucking herself on her ex best friend's vibrator but not going too far in her, she wanted to keep herself intact. Placing the tool in just enough to give herself a full feeling. She reached down and turned it on. The vibrator hummed to life as she started to really rock her hips back and forth fucking the tool of pleasure. "I think I really like this thing." Another thought hit her, "God, I bet she loved fucking this." She mentally pictured her ex best friend riding the tool and shoving it far into her cunt. Her friend's cunt lips sliding over the tool obscenely as it sawed in and out of her, the look on her face... After a while, it still wasn't enough, she inserted the tool in her as far as it would go without breaking her hymen... and found that she just couldn't get enough. Several pictures flooded her mind; pictures she would never dare thinking about ... much less do.... To which, she started sputtering words out of her clenched teeth while she actually got up on her knees and riding the vibrator quite hard with jagged thrusts... "Yeah, you like my pussy, huh? Like fucking my cunt..." She said to the imaginary guy ramming her cunt... "I bet your cock loves feeling my sopping wet pussy!" All the images of a stranger molesting her entered her mind... turning her on all the more. A man kidnapping her at her bus stop and doing nasty horrible delicious things to her.... She then thought about someone, a man, raping her after school at her house, in her bed. At first she would fight, but then start to hump back at her attacker as he slammed into her spilling himself into her. The thought of being used... "Ohhh ohhhhh.... Oh god.... Mmmmm.... Yeah fuck me...." Many more images flooded her mind.... And it forced her to move a lot faster... The bed started to creek along with her riding motions... thankfully, her parents' room is on the other side of the house. "Oh yeah.... Oh god, fuck my cunt...." As the bed gyrated to her assault... She couldn't stand it any longer; the heat was getting to be too much... as she impaled her pussy fully onto the vibrator... breaking her virginity.... A surge of pain struck her... but she continued to fuck herself onto the tool... It was almost like she went completely mad impaling herself on it... riding the very vibrator her friend probably used each night when they said good bye on the phone. Her thoughts were going wild and thinking of her friend... her soft breasts... and the way she was touching her, almost seducing her that night. "Yeah you bitch, feel my breasts... suck my nipples you whore and lick me good, lick my clit." Her pussy was sucking on the vibrator and she was impaling herself fully on the whole thing. Sitting on her knees riding and bouncing up and down, she was so fucking horny the look of lust was apparent as she looked into the mirror across from her bed.... sweat... literally pouring down her backside, her eyes were glazed over, her long hair a mess and cascading over her bare breasts, her nipples hard and breasts swaying with her strokes. Watching herself fuck the cock.... it was just another turn on to see herself like that... so wanton so outright horny and so willing to fuck the next person she came across... She found her mind searching for something to think about.... She suddenly remembered her father walking in on her one night after a date and catching her trimming her pussy with scissors and clipping her toenails. To her shock he stood there and for a second glanced at her crotch, her innocent eyes looking directly into his after his obvious gawking, then without a word closing the door behind him. They had never spoken about it... but this memory entered her mind quickly and left her mouth just as fast. And... out of all these years, she had never even publicly mentioned the word sex or fuck, her use of profane language only gave her a larger high. "Ohh oohhh! Yeah Daddy... fuck my virgin ass tight pussy..... You know your daughter loves it this way, you know she's your nasty little girl who loves to get fucked by your big fucking prick!" And to that thought the thought of him coming to her room and entering her cunt from behind... and fingering her ass.... she came.... And flooded her sheets, her thighs, and the vibrator with white clear cum. The vibrator was still humming inside her all the way.... As she had to muffle a scream of pleasure as the sensations rolled over her body.... Reaching behind her and shoving her thumb up her ass as she rode the vibrator two more times while finishing her orgasm like no other. She was about to spank her ass hard to give her an even greater effect, but.... She had no energy. With all that she collapsed. End of Part II Part III The sun shown through parts of the window's curtains drawn and birds could be heard chirping in the distance. Natalie started to stir from her coma-like state and found herself extremely wet. Her thighs, arms, and especially back were drenched in sweat and her sheets would have to be washed. Opening her eyes she glanced at the clock and realized that she had slept in. There was a dull throbbing within her pussy and her muscles ached a bit from riding the vibrator the night before. All that had happened came rushing to her mind. "Oh my god, I'm not a virgin! In fact, I feel like I've just been fucked by thirty guys!" Natalie wasn't sure if that was really how she felt, but could very well tell that the dull throb was evidence enough of her actions the night before. The vibrator was still inside her and she reached down to pull it out. It was clicked on, but the batteries must have run out after she passed out. Even her ass felt like it had been seriously fucked. Every bone in her body had that "just been ravished" feeling. The only real thing Natalie was sure of was that she is going to be sore for a long while. After planting her white-socked feet onto the cool wooden floor she wobbled a little and had to grasp onto the bedpost to keep herself from falling over. As she stood, she looked back over her bed... a total mess. Her mother would be certain to discipline her for such a mess. Grabbing her towel, she walked bowlegged into the bathroom to take her first shower of the morning. Reaching for the faucet she leaned over and her left breast swung out a bit and brushed against her left arm. The feeling sent shivers across her body and hardened her nipple, which in turn sent another message to her clit. Her clit started to tingle a bit. She bit her lip a little and slid her tongue across her lips wetting them. She then stepped into the shower. As all good little girls she decided that she should get to business and wash herself. After soaping herself, her breasts, thighs, and trying to avoid her pussy altogether, she took the hose from the cradle and started to rinse herself. Washing herself well, the water dripping off her body... soap suds washing and accumulating around the drain and eventually slipping down... as the spray started to wash her thighs... she twitched when the sprayer "accidentally" sprayed her pussy. After that, she mentally reasoned that since she used her pussy so much the night before... that it actually needed some deep serious cleaning... and to this reasoning she aimed the sprayer more directly with her cunt. As her clit responded appropriately... she gasped and backed against the shower wall and allowed the spray to be moved from the top of her pussy to the bottom. A moan escaped her lips and the spray was turned more directly with her clit. She could feel an orgasm approaching as her head tilted back to accept these new sensations into her mind. The spray continued to pelt her cunt with drop after drop of water... sending chills all over her body... causing a heat to sweep through every pore in her body as she almost fell... holding onto the soap dish for support and feeling her cunt muscles expand, contract, and flutter in orgasm... this release was mind blowing to her because she couldn't remember when it had been so good. Coming down from her high she thought of the last time she had a "water" orgasm and remembered it was in her grandfather's jacuzzi when he was in the living room watching tv. She had been a naughty girl and decided to remove the bottoms of her bikini ... then aimed the jets at her pussy. Lucky for her, grandpa was hard of hearing because the moans and light scream at orgasm would have certainly told anyone that she had just cum. Grabbing her towel she stepped out and managed to dry herself with a sly smile of all that she's managed to do with herself after taking the pill. Natalie knew that those pills were really bad for her so she vowed to herself that she would put them away and never ever take another one. As she entered her room she went back to her bed, stripped it, and put the vibrator back under her mattress. Her mother would be horrified to find something of that nature in her room, so she had to be careful. Detective Neil Plantan has been with the Asher City Police Department now for the last three years. Last year he was voted Policeman of the Year of 98. A man in his late thirty's, Plantan is the Detective In-Charge of the Melinda Hartford suicide case. It was going to be an open-shut case. There was no forced-entry, no foul play, just a rather strange way to die considering the circumstances. Plantan had seen and heard worse in his time. People die every day Heading down Archer St and turning on Brookhaven ct. he found Melinda's house on the left. The house seemed dismal and out of sync with the rest of the neighborhood. After knocking on the door he decided he should go ahead and interview Mrs. Hartford about her rather strange situation with her daughter's suicide. To be continued... Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved Do you want to offer your input on what YOU think should happen next? 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