The computer screen strained Erica's eyes. Her chair creaked as she turned around to check once again for anyone still in the office. She'd offered to close up, and none of the other staff objected in the slightest. Cleaning staff would be in eventually, but she had time.
This will end my career. Fuck, it might even put me in prison.
The thoughts jangled around in her head as she worked. Records couldn't be deleted, but they could be lost. With a few keystrokes, Stan and Julie disappeared into an endless labyrinth of scheduling.
Saunders won't remember them. He can barely remember to put his own shoes on in the morning. If he does, so what? People discontinue treatment all the time. Stan and Julie won't be in any trouble. Me, on the other hand.
The taste of Stan's cum still haunted her thoughts. She knew she should tell someone. She knew something had infected her, for lack of a better word. She knew that Stan, and probably Julie too, were in danger from the drug trial. Danger might be the wrong word as well, but the drug could clearly take over a person more than the trial understood. Yet, she did nothing.
A day and a half before she sat alone in the office hiding a paper trail, Erica went back to work after taking Stan's sample. She even made it so far as the lab before she changed her mind. At the last moment, she submitted a different sample, a normal sample for Stan. She hated to think what she did with the rest of the original vial. Even in her manic fervor of lust, she wanted to keep that secret. In the following hours, she convinced herself in several ways that she'd done it to protect Stan. She'd saved him and his wife from quarantine and intense scrutiny. They didn't sign up for any of that. They only wanted a baby, and while Erica didn't understand how a drop of cum could hijack her brain, she had no doubt that Stan's cum would get any woman pregnant.
Erica's heart thumped along as she finished and started closing out of their system. She worked out the plan the previous night while fingering herself as she searched for images of a cock that she could imagine as Stan's. Keeping the files buried posed no real problem. Only the assigned case manager followed the individual patient participants. In Stan and Julie's case, Erica lucked into that job. She didn't know what she wanted from her new obsession, but she knew she needed time to work through it. Maybe detox herself. So, she decided to swap the sample, bury the files, and then put in for her accrued vacation. No one batted an eye, approving it as soon as she submitted the form. She had to offload her cases to others, but with the work she'd just done, no one would be able to find Stan and Julie. When she came back to work, if she came back to work, she could claim it was all a mistake.
Even with all of her deceit and possibly criminal actions, Erica still had not decided if she wanted to go see Stan and Julie again. Whatever happened to her in that hour of their checkup would surely be worse if she went back. Especially if they kept taking the pills.
She logged out of her workstation.
One other thing. I don't have to do it. I still have options. Hell, I haven't done anything so far that couldn't be attributed to mild negligence.
She went into Dr. Saunders office. She knew the code for the locker containing the little red pills. She knew the logs and the protocols. She knew how much everyone in that office trusted her.
I've told Dr. Saunders a hundred times that he should keep better inventory practices. Our license could be revoked. We could be investigated, hell, arrested for how we handle the experimental drugs. Did he listen? No. Of course not.
The cabinet opened silently, and she gazed at the rows of pill packets. Erica managed the inventory. With her out, no one would bother checking. When she returned, she could attribute the missing packets to poor record keeping while she was on vacation. She grabbed two, rearranged the cabinet to look orderly, and closed up.
Doors locked. Lights shut off. Erica walked out to her car. All the while, she suppressed a manic glee. The reasons aside, she felt euphoric for finally taking control of her life, even if that control was at the behest of some craven contamination of her own mind. Thoughts of intrigue faded as she took the first pill out of the packaging. She tossed it in her mouth and swallowed.
Should I call them? Should I invent some kind of pretext for going back to their house? Should I just show up and say what I want? Hi, Julie, remember me? I threw away my entire career and risked my own freedom because I accidentally licked some of your husband's cum sample off my fingers a few days ago. Yeah, apparently that's made me addicted to it, and now I can't think of anything other than his cock in my mouth. Would you mind terribly if he fucked me?
"God, I'm screwed," Erica said. She thought about calling an ex-boyfriend, but decided against it. Her dildo would have to do for tonight. Tomorrow, she would visit her new obsession.
***
Five pills. Five doses. Sunlight beamed in from the blinds. Stan's cock ached. He rolled over and let his hands crawl across Julie's body. She turned her head and cooed at him as his cock slid against her pussy. How many times had they fucked through the night? It didn't matter, of course. They couldn't fuck enough. The urge never subsided any more. Stan pushed forward, sliding into her with ease. Julie sighed with contentment. Stan never exactly knew how to make his wife happy until the past twenty-four hours. Now he knew that shoving his fat dick into one of her holes would bring her to the cusp of ecstatic joy. It did the same thing for him.
Her walls massaged his length, and he could actually feel every inch of it. Sex wasn't like that before the pills. Before things had been wet or tight or hot, but most of it got lost in the blur of motion and want. Or lost in his own insecurities. Did she find him attractive? Was she worried about whether he found her attractive? Was she bored? Was the angle making her tired? Is it going to take too long to finish? Will this finally get her pregnant? All those questions among a thousand others were so closely tied to sex that Stan, and Julie for that matter, had come to believe they were
part
of sex. Stan's hand slid around his wife's body and squeezed her oversized breast. The nipple jutted out as his thumb flicked over it. None of those questions came into his or her mind.
The pills freed them. Maybe by drowning their insecurities in a deluge of hormones, but the result didn't change. Nagging questions did not preoccupy Stan or Julie's thoughts. Instead, they experienced every single sensation their partner offered. Stan's warm breath flowed over the back of Julie's neck. Her hand slid down his thigh and grazed the side of his ass before hovering over where their two bodies met. The walls of her pussy gripped his length at every attempt to withdraw, as though her very physiology did not want them to part. Stan heard the small changes in her moans. Julie sensed the unique tensing of Stan's body. Cum flooded into her, and she embraced the joyous electricity of orgasm as it rocked through her body. Beneath the vibrant sensation, she could still feel her husband's lips on her shoulder and the kinetic punctuation provided by his thumb and forefinger squeezing her nipple.
Julie pulled away from him, relishing the feeling of his cum flowing out after his cock. She gave him a kiss as she pushed him onto his back. Her lips trailed down his chest until she reached his half hard cock. She couldn't fit it in her mouth comfortably for very long. It had grown too large for that, but she wouldn't deny him the pleasure of feeling her tongue clean him. His cock looked nothing like it had days earlier, nor did his balls. Julie thought they looked more primal, free in their own way from the confining insecurities of society. Her tongue ran along the underside of his length, touching each part of his cock and recognizing it by feeling alone. The delicious taste of their mingled juices and his cum delighted her, stoking the constantly burning fires of her own pleasure. She let his cock slap against her face. She rubbed her cheek along its length. She wanted him to coat her face as much as she'd wanted him to cream her pussy. Stan did not deny her the joy. His hand clenched at the bedsheets as a small orgasm sprayed another load of cum on his wife's chin and neck before she slurped the head of his cock back into her mouth, allowing him to cum directly into her throat.
How could this bond be denied to others? The pills corrected some aberration of humanity, surely. Jobs? Brunch? Parent Teacher Associations? A world of mundane distractions, pulling focus away from the true joy of pure, animalistic fucking. Stan wanted to fuck and breed. Julie wanted to be fucked and be bred. After that, they wanted to share this joy with others. Stan was the perfect male, Julie thought, and needed to spread his seed. Julie was the perfect woman, deserving to be a queen among mothers. The salient reasonings of these thoughts did not arise in either of their minds, but the essence pervaded their whole existence. Each touch reaffirmed their new beliefs. Each caress cemented their choices.
Julie kept stroking her husband's cock. She moved up to her knees beside him, giving him a better view of her tits. She spread her legs and let one hand go down between them, teasing her clit as she stroked his cock. The stiffness returned as quickly as ever. Stan pulled one arm behind his head as his other reached out for his wife. Julie leaned forward to let him cup her tits. She swung her leg over his body and pushed his cock against her wet, lower lips. She loved that moment most, the moment right before he slipped inside of her — the anticipation of it, the sudden warmth of another body pressing against her most intimate place. She sunk down, and her walls spread again to welcome the familiar cock. Stan's hand moved to squeeze the plump cushion of her ass, kneading the flesh and pulling his fingers a little closer to her asshole. She thought about the plug, but it was too far away. They had time for that later.
Not that they could fuck all morning. They needed to shower and dress, as appalling as that idea seemed. Her friend, Sarah, was coming to visit. Poor, lonely Sarah who had nothing but a career. She had no cock to fill her up with warm spunk. She had no man to wrap his arms around her and make her feel loved. She had no woman to lick her cunt clean. Julie leaned forward to get better leverage as she started to ride her husband's cock. She admired the intense look on his face. She wondered if it would look the same when Sarah fucked him.
***
Sarah didn't know what to expect as she walked up to the front door. Julie's call had certainly been unexpected, but it was nice to hear from her friend. Still, Sarah thought Julie sounded a little strange. The things she said on the phone simply didn't sound like things Julie would say. She'd lapsed into this set of bizarre rambling questions to ultimately ask if Sarah was happy. Which, until Julie asked, Sarah thought she had been. But her friend succeeded in planting a seed of doubt that led to arranging a lunch date at Julie's house. Julie claimed she wanted to talk and catch up, but Sarah suspected an ulterior motive.
Sarah rang the doorbell and braced for an afternoon of dry sandwiches and cheap wine. When the door opened, everything changed. "Sarah! You made it," Stan said. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a big hug. He smelled wonderful.
"Oh, Stan, whoa. Didn't think you'd be home. Wow, you look amazing."
"Thanks. I'm off work for the week. Come on in. Julie's in the kitchen getting the food ready." He drew her into the house, and the scent doubled.
Sarah's head started to swim as she took in Stan's changed physique. He had on one of his typical old rock band t-shirts, but this one looked like he wore it in high school. Of course, back then it wouldn't have been filled out with a broad, muscular chest. Sarah could actually see the definition of his pecs through the shirt. He put his arms on his hips as he returned her gaze, showing off massive forearms that made something deep inside Sarah spring alive. All before her eyes moved down to his shorts. The pair of black gym shorts hugged his hips while hanging loose in the front. Still, she could see the vague outline of his half erect dick between his legs.
