The Little Red Pill Ch. 05

"Take those shorts off," Julie ordered.

Stan did as she said, pulling down his shorts and his boxers. He bunched up his shirt and held it out of the way as Julie grabbed hold of his cock. The head had already started leaking precum, but it seemed to do that pretty easily these days. She smeared the goo over the head of his cock and then coated her hand with it as she slid up and down his cock. With her other hand, she pulled her breasts out of her dress, letting them drape of of the neckline slightly pushed together and enticing. She stood beside Stan, constantly stroking his cock at a steady pace. He had the container in his hand as she worked up and down the length of the shaft, ready to catch his load.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Theo," she whispered into his ear. "That smell was so terrible, I just wanted to forget about it. I thought at the time that it meant he wanted to fuck me, but now I know that's what it was. I can smell someone wanting to fuck me, Stan. I can smell it on you right now. You want to fuck me so bad. My hand isn't enough. You want to bend me over the bed and give it to me properly. You want to feel my pussy milking your cock. And I can tell you a secret." She nibbled at his ear. "Erica out there wants you to fuck her, too. She didn't when she got here, but seeing you in those tight little shorts. Thinking about you fucking me ten times in the past three days, she started to wonder what it would feel like to have someone on the pills give her a proper fucking."

His free hand moved up her shoulder and down to her breast awkwardly rubbing at it for a while before moving back behind her and down to squeeze her ass. It took all his willpower not to throw her on the bed. The things she was saying were driving him wild and introducing possibilities he had never considered or even wanted. But the thought of it was enough to conjure wild ideas.

"I bet she's wet, right now. Nice, soft Erica out there who spends all day thinking about other people fucking. Other women's belly's swelling up after their husbands pump them full of cum. She knows what we're in here doing, right now. She knows that I'm moving my hand up and down your cock, pumping out a hot batch of cum. I wonder if she would have helped if we asked. She could have put on one of her gloves and come in here with us, wrapping her hands on top of mine as we both stroked you —"

Stan grunted and his body spasmed forward as cum gushed out of him. It filled the container in three shots with the fourth spilling over the side. A fifth splashed onto Julie's hand and more leaked out as she pulled away from him, letting his deflating cock hang limp. With his eyes on her, she screwed the lid on top of the container, wiping away the cum that had splashed over the side. Then she brought her hand to her mouth and licked off his cum while staring directly into his eyes. "Get cleaned up and we'll go see her out."

Julie dropped the sample into the container bag that had Stan's name on it. Stan wiped his dripping cock on a used t-shirt, stuffed himself back in his pants, and composed himself while Julie washed her hands. Then, they went back to the living room together, smiling sheepishly. They found Erica staring at her phone. She tucked it away quickly as they returned. Julie offered the sample and Erica took it as discretely as she could, pushing it into her bag as she gathered herself up. As she moved, Julie's smile broadened. The air was thick with that peculiar smell. It had gotten so strong that even Stan knew something was different.

"Alright then, uh, we'll let you know if any red flags come up from the tests. Otherwise, call in on day six, and...uh, enjoy? Hah, sorry, you two got me a little flustered."

"That's alright," Julie said, her voice still oddly confident. "Don't rush yourself."

Erica said her goodbyes again and managed to get out of the door. Julie closed it behind her and the smell went away.

Stan plopped down on the couch with his hands behind his head. "That was...something else. You weren't being serious with all that talk right? You can't actually smell if she's turned on."

Julie sat down beside him. "I definitely can. She definitely was. That's kind of hot, right?"

"Sure, but you're all the woman I need. Maybe more than I can handle too."

She kissed him on the cheek and kept her thoughts to herself. "I have a special surprise for you to handle later. Another area of sexual interest, I think she called it. That is if I can keep you off me in the meantime."

Stan's hand slid down her back and squeezed her ass. It doesn't seem likely.

***

Erica was glad to be out of that house. Her head had gotten fuzzier and fuzzier the longer she'd been in the room with Stan and Julie. Back in her car, she opened her bag to make a few final notes, but that pervading smell wafted out along with her paperwork. She'd assumed it had been some kind of air freshener in their house combined with the warm temperature that had clouded her head. Now she was in her car and the smell had followed her. Curious, she reached into her bag and pulled out the sample container. The smell got massively more potent. Julie had left the container unsealed, maybe she didn't know if she was supposed to close it up or not. It was definitely meant to be closed, yet Erica hesitated to seal it.

Instead, she looked at the house to make sure no one was watching her. Then she drew out the sample cup, being careful not to somehow contaminate the inside of the bag. The scent was overpowering and it was definitely coming from the container. It was something Erica recognized, but couldn't exactly put a name to. Hickory, perhaps. Something woody and inviting. She turned the container in her hand. The contents was massive and still warm. Further, her finger came away wet. She held the container to the light and saw the trail of semen down the side of the cup. Before she could think, she'd brought it to her mouth and licked.

Horrified, she grabbed napkins from her console and cleaned off the container. Her heart thudded in her chest as she put it back in the bag and sealed it tight, then shoved it into her work bag. She put her hands on the steering wheel and gripped it tight, wondering what had come over her. I can't tell anyone, she thought. I'd lose my job instantly. Not to mention they'd call me a pervert. It was just...the heat or something. Just some weird...something. Fuck. She cranked the car and drove away, afraid of what she would do if she stayed outside of Stan and Julie's house.