Rick smiled devilishly as he smeared his concoction
over his cock. Elizabeth hungrily knelt before him, eyeing
the glistening penis with desire and want. In a split
second her mouth wrapped around the head, sucking and
licking the concoction she didn't understand, but now knew
she needed.
Her relationship with her boyfriend, Ken, had ended
when she made love to Rick and his pals that fateful night
when he first introduced her to the substance. He had mixed
it in her drink that night, but now made no attempts to
conceal the drug her body craved. She was addicted, and
didn't even know what to!
Cum shot into her mouth a she thought about the loss
of control. Her life wasn't hers. She had lost her
boyfriend, and lost her will. She fucked him whenever he
wanted. He gave her the drug, which fortunately made her
hot as hell so she enjoyed the fucking. But she wished she
had her life back.
Rick smiled as his sperm dripped from Elizabeth's
mouth. She was an awesome fuck, and loved the fact he was
able to so easily pry her away from her boyfriend with the
wonder drug. She was basically his slave now, but he wanted
more.
Rick's eyes watched intently as his new neighbors
unpacked their truck. More accurately, his eyes intently
watched the skimpy white shorts covering the tiny, tight
ass of his new female neighbor. They were painted on to
this goddess of a new bride. The couple had just returned
from their honeymoon, and were taking up residence in the
available apartment next to Rick's.
Rick could sense the hardening of every cock in the
complex as the beautiful, petite blonde bent over to pick
up a box. Her hair fell in soft curls, and hung well past
her shoulders. Her tightly shaped, firm breasts offered
themselves through the open buttons of her blouse.
He was going to fuck her.
Rick laughed as her husband kissed her and playfully
sneaked private feels of her breasts, legs and pussy. He
knew what he had bouncing and jiggling beside him. He knew
what an incredible, sexy wife he had -- what an incredible,
sexy wife Rick would have, all thanks to the substance.
Accepting the invitation came easily enough. The new
man and wife eagerly accepted Rick's offer for drinks. He
helped the husband move in a couple of sofas and a desk,
stealing glimpses of Melanie whenever it was safe. Paul,
the husband, continued his frisky behavior with his new
bride. He couldn't keep his hands and lips off her. Rick
squirmed to conceal his maddening erection as he watched
Melanie's breasts press against her husband's body and her
lips lock in long, wet kisses. Patience, he told
himself....
Rick laughed as Paul agreed to let him tend bar. He
laughed at Paul, for the secret knowledge that he had been
given a clear path to the new wife. Darkness had settled in
more quickly than they realized, and all were glad to
finally sit and rest their weary bodies. Rick mixed the
drinks with his new expertise and his new, secret
ingredient. He added more to Paul's drink. Melanie needed
to be intoxicated, Paul needed to be incapacitated.
Three drinks later, the effect was pronounced. Melanie
rested her head against Paul's' shoulder, her wonderful
breasts heaving with heavy breath. Paul was barely
conscious, and blankly looked back at Rick. The time was
here...
"Well, thanks for all your help. And the drinks... "
Paul barely spoke the words. "I guess we had better get to
bed."
Rick's scheme hit a snag. His plan hadn't accounted
for this! His cock raged in his pants, but he was
uncertain. Could he pull it off? We're they ready?
Paul rose to his feet, and managed to show Rick to the
door. Rick grudgingly headed out, but turned to Paul as he
left.
"You'd better finish that drink..." he pointed to the
mostly full glass in Paul's hand. Paul tipped his head
back, and chugged the mixture until empty.
"Goodnight." Paul said.
"Goodnight." Rick followed his reply with an immediate
dash inside. He ran to their joining wall, that brought him
closest to their bedroom. He pushed his ear against it,
listening. Listening for the sounds of kissing. Listening
for the sounds of squeaking. Listening for the sounds of
Paul's naked flesh humping against Melanie's gorgeous body.
They didn't come.
Ten minutes passed, no sounds. Not a single sound of
fucking. Now Rick knew Paul was hot and ready to jump his
wife all day long. Surely the newlyweds were going to
express their love to each other the first night in their
new home.
Something had prevented it.
Another ten minutes passed. No sounds of sex. No
sounds at all. Rick moved confidently, knowingly, down the
hall. He wasn't headed for their door -- he knew it would
be locked. He headed for the attic, which conveniently had
an access panel over their two apartments.
Melanie was wasted. Her head swirled as she lay in bed
next to her husband. She must have overdone herself, but
she only had a few drinks! She was thankful they didn't
have to drive anywhere! Her eyes deceived her vision with
random patterns and images. She was partly asleep, partly
drunk, and partly ... who knew what? The day must have
clouded her mind. The heavy work, her exciting new home,
and her new husband.
She wanted to touch him. She wanted to stroke his hair
and caress his shoulders. The pleasant , swarming
sensations between her legs told her she wanted to love
him. Why weren't they making love?? She expected Paul to
rip her clothes off and fuck her like a wild animal.
Instead, they collapsed in bed without even getting her
shorts off! She felt the disappointment fight its way
through her floating mind. She managed to stir her hands,
not to touch Paul, but instead massage her own aching pussy
through her shorts.
"Oh well. In the morning..." she thought and rested
her hands. Her eyes closed as she prepared to drift into a
wild, sensual sleep.
The sensation came on quietly, subtle, and almost
unnoticed. Her mind struggled to recognize the sensation
spreading over her chest.
It was cold...
A draft appeared to be blowing. A draft of cool wind
chilled the middle of her breasts. It was cool, but not
uncomfortable. The area opened further. "Odd..." the
thought pieced itself together. "My blouse is still
buttoned..." Her senses struggled to explain the
circumstance. Her brain pushed for realization. It was
definitely a chill, as the first knowledge of her hardened
nipples attested to. And her blouse was definitely
buttoned. Wait -- no it wasn't. Her breasts were finally
able to relay the message to her conscious mind that no
soft fabric rested against them except for a bra.
"Paul..." she wasn't sure if she spoke the name or
just thought it. She pictured her husband in her mind
unbuttoning her blouse and freeing her surging breasts. She
pictured his hands softly caressing the jiggling flesh. His
fingers spread wide as both hands massaged both breasts.
She opened her eyes. Sure enough, a pair of hands was now
undoing the clasp. She smiled as she felt like a helpless
little girl being undressed by a parent. The white lace
opened, and her fully adult nipples sprung into the air.
The quiet male moan that followed echoed in her
thoughts. It lingered in the innate chambers of her mind,
reverberating for the difference between a minute and a
century. Her body took its time relaying the new sensations
to her... the probing fingers on her nipples... the
pinching, the exquisite kissing and sucking ... the
heavenly kneading and massaging...
Finally, her eyes adjusted in the dark.
"Oh my God!" she didn't know if she spoke the words
aloud or to herself. It was Rick. Rick was touching her.
His face beamed above her as his hands groped her. She
wasn't sure if she was actually rising to her feet or just
wishing the action.
She had only wished it. The realization she was still
in bed washed over her as Rick tested her resistance. His
hand slid down her stomach, then cupped her right thigh.
She couldn't move... her body let him touch her. Her
thoughts slipped away as the touch of his hand mixed with
the numbing high...
Rick wondered what she felt. He had seen her glazed
eyes fix upon him. He knew they were scared eyes. He had
approached her sleeping body once his eyes had grown used
to the dark, his heart pounding with the anticipation of
fucking Melanie -- of fucking a man's new wife. The fact he
heard no moans of ecstasy or squeaking furniture led him to
believe the couple had passed out, and they indeed had. The
newlyweds were sprawled over the bed, fully clothed. That
would, of course, change. For Melanie...
He had approached her gently writhing body carefully
started unbuttoning that sheer white blouse. The thought of
trying to move her away from her husband never gained
strength. He was going to undress her, feel her, and fuck
her in her husband's bed.
Earlier, He had to steal glances of the tight image of
her hips and thighs pressing so firmly against those white
shorts. Her body was so perfect, and so perfectly displayed
in her choice of attire. Now he let his eyes linger on the
forbidden sights that boiled his lust. The room was dark,
but not completely so. Light still made it's way into the
room from the outside streetlights.
"Wow!" he had thought when the first buttons gave way
and Melanie's filmy, lacy, highly see-thru bra unveiled
before his eyes. He took a moment out to rub his cock as he
studied the shape and majesty of her breasts and the opaque
image of her nipples. He savored the moment, wondering if
Paul had experienced the same sense of awe the first time
he opened her blouse. Melanie didn't even notice. Her body
moved, but her eyes stayed shut, even as Rick undid the
clasp. Even as his shaking fingertips made their first
contact her incredible breasts. Finally, she opened her
eyes. She didn't catch it at first, but then realized with
fear what was happening. Rick, confidence beaming from his
smile and touch, moved his focus to her crotch.
Melanie's body gyrated and flowed from the high the
substance had induced in her. Her hands rubbed her legs,
her legs moved with her hips. She didn't twitch or stutter
as he brought his hand against her bare thigh, even when
that motion continually pressed his hand against her cunt.
Rick closed his eyes from the pleasure. His hand would
become trapped between her legs. His fingers would become
tightly squeezed against the bare flesh of her leg and
tight shorts over her cunt. Then, the motion would free his
hand, only to tighten on it gain.
Melanie felt his touch. But she struggled for the
meaning. She couldn't think of what he was doing, as if her
logic had been stripped away. At some moments, she thought
it was her husband pressing against her.
Rick loved the feeling of her cunt squeezed against
his hand. He started rubbing it through the tight shorts.
Melanie saw images of fire in her mind. Now she knew
what he was doing. He was touching her. Touching her
privately where only her husband should be allowed. Her
head reared back as she felt a rush of excitement from
between her legs. The images of fire changed. They morphed
into her own, hot body covered in a skimpy piece of
leather. She watched the image as the fire burned it way,
licking around her nipples but leaving her unharmed. She
watched as the fire danced around her body, preparing to
penetrate her...
No!
She wanted to fight Rick. She forced her eyes to show
her reality. The reality of him unzipping her shorts, and
licking the smooth sheen of her silver, filmy panties.
"No, oh No!" the words were quiet, but spoken as she
realized what was going to happen.
Rick ignored her soft cry and pushed his tongue past
the silver panties and into her cunt.
"Hmph... hmph..." Melanie's voice stuttered as she
tried to scream. "Hmph... hmph ... HMPGH!" she realized her
voice was gaining pitch, and was timed to his pressing,
flicking tongue. She wondered if her husband could here
her. Oh God! Paul was right beside her! She could sense his
body heat, even though they weren't touching. Why wasn't he
stopping this? Why??
Rick pulled her shorts down as far as they would go.
He teased her. He licked around the silver lace. He kissed
the folds in the fabric. His hands reached up, and felt her
exposed breasts as his mouth violated her cunt.
Melanie began thrashing her head. No... No... Oh,
God... so good... so good...
...Yes...
He tugged some more on her shorts.
Melanie felt her hips arch. She wondered why her body
abided Rick's quest to pull off her shorts. The motion of
stripping seemed to replay itself over and over. A sequence
of a hundred times or more flashed before her eyes when the
reality was only two yanking motions. The first was for her
shorts, the second, for her silver panties. Yet she felt
more and more stripped, more and more naked. She felt more
and more exposed as she relived his hands sliding down her
tender legs with another piece of her privacy. A small
amount of tears formed in her eyes. She was naked before a
man that was not her husband. Her breasts were being
touched by a man that was not her husband. Her pussy was
being licked by a man that was not her husband.
And she liked it.
She felt more naked than she ever had in her life.
More vulnerable... Her body, her LIFE, was in Rick's hands.
She started to speak again. One sentence. One sentence only
that she repeated again and again.
"He's going to fuck me."
Rick smiled.
Melanie felt she was powerless. She was unaware of her
softly bucking hips and clenching feet. She was unaware of
her hands digging into the sheets. Her breath had taken on
more tone, and she realized she was moaning with his
actions.
"Oh God..." she saw Rick's penis. Somehow he had gone
from fully dressed to completely naked. She couldn't
remember the sight of him undressing, but now focused on
his large, throbbing, glistening cock. She wanted it. She
hated that thought. She saw herself again, naked in the
flames. She watched as her legs spread open, and the hot,
scorching flame curled and unfolded, then penetrated her
wifely cunt.
Rick was completely on her, his hips fucking her
steadily but softly. She locked on his eyes, and moaned for
his ears delight. Her arms remained at her side, her
fingers gripping and releasing the sheets. She felt her
husband's body bump against her as Rick thrust into her.
"Oh.. oh... oh..." she was quietly being fucked, and
she quietly enjoyed it. "He's going to fuck me... he's
going to fuck me... Oh!" She moaned with each push of
Rick's full cock, and swam in the pleasure it created in
her body. She liked his dick. In fact, she loved it. Her
body suddenly became alive with sensation. At once she
fully realized Rick's heated muscular body against her, her
nipples stabbing into his chest, her pussy secreting and
oozing, Rick's cock pushing and pressing the walls of her
cunt. She could see it. Her mind showed his penis pushing
into her, and the small amount of flesh and hair it took in
with it. She could taste her ecstasy, and Rick's too. "He's
fucking me... fucking me... fucking me..." Her thoughts
only now seemed to realize what it was to be fucking.
"Fucking me... fucking me..."
Rick had to move slow. Melanie's cunt gripped his cock
with smooth tenderness. Her breasts cushioned against him.
Her lips opened and pursed. But those words... "Fucking
me... fucking me..." shot the greatest jolt though him.
Melanie had given herself to him. He realized that. She was
now his fuck, not her husband's. Those words made him want
to explode inside her, but he wanted to hold on to this as
long as he could.
"Cum in me..."
A tidal wave of heat spread over Rick. He had
conquered this new bride.
Melanie spoke again, her pitch growing to a piercing
level. "Cum in me!!" She wasn't sure if she spoke the words
at first, but Rick answered with a groan, a smile, and an
increased pace. She felt Paul's body begin to bump more
hardly against her and Rick.
"Oh Rick, oh Rick!" she knew who was fucking her. She
knew who she wanted fucking her.
Maybe that's what did it. Maybe the gentle rocking and
squeaking of the bed lulled Paul into bliss. But when
combined with his wife's sweet voice calling out another
man's name, he was dragged out to a rude awakening.
"What... the... hell?" Paul's groggy mind tried to
awaken. His groggy eyes cleared away their blurriness, and
noticed Melanie's face rocking forward and backward. He
noticed his own body rocking, too, and the arms behind his
wife's back, pulling her towards a muscular man and mashing
her breasts against a muscular chest.
He wanted to jump up, and kill the fucker of his wife.
But his body didn't seem to move. He tried to raise his
arms, but felt as though he had been paralyzed. His mind
swirled... maybe this was all just a nightmare.
"Baby..." his mouth managed a sound. Melanie turned
her head to him, her mouth wide open.
"Ohh... Ohh..."
Rick nuzzled her head back to him, and kissed Paul's
wife as he watched. Their tongues met in their open mouths.
Rick stopped his steady rhythm, then drove into Melanie wit
long, hard thrusts.
"Uhh! Uhh! Oh, Rick, yes!" Melanie screamed as Rick's
cock tore into her. Paul fell against his bride and her
fucker, still conscious but useless. Rick freed a hand and
pushed him, almost knocking him to the floor. His head
still faced towards them. He watched as Melanie let go of
the sheets and pull at her own hair. He watched as her
hands then went behind Rick's pumping back, pulling him
inside her. He watched as Rick's body tightened and shot a
hot stream of sperm into his wife's cunt.
Rick humped her slowly. Melanie's body grew limp. She
whimpered like an injured animal. Paul watched as Rick felt
her breasts a little longer. Eventually, Rick rose to his
feet. Paul's eyes stayed locked on his wife, noticing her
blouse and bra remained on, just open and lying across the
bed. Suddenly his view was blocked, and he felt a cold
liquid being poured down his throat. He choked at first,
then gulped the liquid. His mind swirled, his conscious
seemed to lose its logic. His eyes started to lose focus as
he watched Rick return to the bed.
He could have sworn he saw a man straddle his naked
wife's body a few inches away. He could have sworn he saw
the man rub a glistening substance onto the tip of his
hardening cock. He could have sworn his new wife flashed
her beautiful smile, opened her lips, and took the cock
into her mouth.
But he must have been dreaming it...
Rick moaned softly as Melanie tickled his cock with
her tongue. She sucked and kissed the length, pleasuring
Rick and lapping up the concoction. Rick was soon ready to
ejaculate into her mouth. But something caught his eye. He
slowly pulled out from Melanie's moist, sucking lips and
focused on a long plastic cover in the corner. He made out
the handwritten label...
Wedding dress.
Melanie seemed a bit confused when Rick left her, but
quickly fell back into her mental reality. She slowly
became aware of being carried down the hallway. Rick had
picked her up. She felt like she was soaring in his arms.
Rick managed to open the doors, despite carrying a
naked woman. He moved directly to his bedroom, and
carefully put her down on his bed. She moaned softly. He
kissed her, then went back next door. He had his plan. His
cock grew strong with the thought of it.
Rick answered the expected knock at the door. He
smiled as his three best friends entered.
"Follow me." he instructed them.
The four men made their way to the bedroom. Rick
smiled as the other men's eyes opened with delight. Their
eyes ran up the length of Melanie's body. They instantly
whistled at her incredible beauty and shape. And at her
wedding dress.
Rick had dressed the new bride in her glorious gown.
It shimmered in white and lace. Rick was pleased the dress
wasn't too conservative. The hint of cleavage was
absolutely necessary for a woman of her assets. Melanie was
still awake, but remained in her altered state. Her head
rotated from side to side as the rest of her remained
still.
The men didn't waste a second. In a heartbeat they
were on her, sliding the dress up her long legs and
slipping their hands through the top.
"Oh, yeah, she's so fucking hot!"
"I've gotta fuck her! I've gotta fuck her!"
"Feel these tits!" the eager men took turns rubbing
Melanie's breasts. Rick had dressed his bride in the dress,
the white gloves, and the white stockings. He left the bra
and panties off, however. The three men lay scattered over
her body, spreading their hands over any available flesh.
They took turns kissing her lips and fingering her pussy.
Melanie saw the men as attacking dogs. Her reality was
warped beyond recognition. She felt her body being clawed,
tasted, and eaten. She moaned with their touch, and eagerly
accepted the caresses, bites, and nibbles. All she could do
was lay on her back and let the men plunder the goodies
under the dress. She felt one lift the hem and crawl under.
She opened her legs for him, letting him lap at her cunt
like a thirsty dog. He played with her stockings, twisting
the fabric tightly around her thigh and his fingers. She
felt the head of a second man as he nibbled her right
breast. She felt motherly as the man fought to free the
nipple from the dress. The last man took position at her
left breast, kissing through the dress. He was as desperate
to get to the nipple as the other man. Finally they were
able to expose her chest and work the dress down to her
wait. Again, she felt like a mother with hungry offspring
sucking at her sexuality. She was cumming into man's face
between her legs. His tongue felt good, but she felt the
growing urge for a cock inside her.
Rick watched the affair with satisfaction. He never
shared the substance with his friends, but let them share
the spoils. He collected a hundred dollars from each, and
as he watched them ravenously enjoy Melanie, he felt he
should have tripled the amount. His own cock swelled in his
pants. He hadn't fucked her again since he called his pals.
He knew he would enjoy it more if he waited.
"Rick... Rick..."
Melanie was calling for him. Her eyes were closed, but
her mouth opened and closed with sexual thirst. Rick pulled
out his friend from under her dress.
"My turn."
He hiked Melanie's skirt aloft as he looked at her
sopping cunt. He hiked it up to her waist, and undid his
own pants. Melanie's breasts continued to be sucked by the
other two as Rick mounted Melanie. Her screams erupted like
a volcano as he drove into her.
"YES! Uhhh! Yes!" she thrashed wildly. pulling her
nipples from the sucklers mouths.
Rick humped her ferociously. He had savored his
earlier penetration of her sweet pussy, but now fucked with
his all his raw animal lust. She was so fucking hot. Every
moment of desire recreated itself in his mind and penis.
The first glimpse, the sweet face, the tight shorts, the
bulging blouse. Without the substance, he would be
masturbating to Melanie. But now, her slid into warm cunt
as his hips slammed against hers. She was so elegant in the
wedding dress, and felt jealous of Paul for getting to fuck
her first like this. With that thought he rammed her
harder. He might not have fucked her sooner, but he could
fuck her better.
"Oh, Melanie..." her name brought him close to orgasm.
"Oh fuck me. Fuck me, Rick." Melanie answered with a
sweet voice. It was almost pleading.
Rick felt his hips convulse, and he again shot sperm
into Melanie's pussy. The heat seemed to be a hundred
degrees. She was so warm, so cozy. He wanted to leave his
cock in her, but was soon being tapped on the shoulder by
his friend.
The four rotated. Rick took position at Melanie's
right breast, the right breast man went to the left. The
left breast man was out, and the third friend took position
between Melanie's legs. She remained quiet as he fucked
her, but obviously enjoyed his cock as well. She held
Rick's head to her nipple as the new cock penetrated her.
And so the remaining two friends each got there turn
humping the new bride Melanie. She accepted them all in
turn, and soon found her cunt oozing with sperm. Rick gave
her yet another drink, she found the taste grew sweeter and
more satisfying with each gulp. Her body eventually gave up
under the action, and she dozed into a pleasant sleep as
the men continued to kiss, probe, and hump her.
The night was late. The men had left after their
money's worth. Rick lay in bed next to `his' bride. She
slept peacefully and didn't regain consciousness as Rick
pulled the dress off of her. He collected her clothing from
the two apartments, and managed to put her panties and bra
on. She mumbled as he struggled to get her original blouse
and shorts on, but he was able to do it. He quietly carried
her back to her home.
Paul stirred again as he felt a warm body press
against him. He could have sworn he saw a man touching his
wife, caressing and kissing her lips and breasts. He could
have sworn the man was naked. He could have sworn his wife
cooed at the man's touch and said "I love you" as he left.
But he must have been dreaming it.
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