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