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 aisleway. 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 downto 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 mommie'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.
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 now 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 myself!
I've got to wash my pussy!" She leapt off 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 ran 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 pleased 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 full of
additional gear. It was full of the substance.
Kristen hadn't arrived yet, but was due 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, thigh-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 no idea that his new baby had
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 waiting. 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 her, 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 blonde hair.
She stopped brushing, and looked at the man who had
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. 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'd stumbled in on his
mother while 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 hadn't
knock on purpose, and that Rick was pleasantly picturing
their two bodies pressing firmly together as they danced by
the pool.