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Subject: {ASSM} REPOST - The Substance Part II (NC, drug)
Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2001 06:10:07 -0500
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               The Substance Part II
                      By
                   Storysman


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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 as 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
suckler's 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.

--------------The End-----------


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