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The Perfect Pill Ch. 01

By: revolution9



Chapter 1: Pink Is Sweet In November

My name is Brad and I am so amazed by the opportunities that I have been given over the past year…not to mention all the great sex I've had with some of the most beautiful and sexy women in the world.

It all started with a strange e-mail last Halloween.

I was reading and sorting my mail (mostly porn) as usual, when I came upon a forwarded message from an anonymous person, who's name seemed faintly familiar. They advertised a new drug that was in a phase of testing and it resulted in some very desirable effects for any man who used it.

I was very interested and I chose to apply for the next study group. Two hours later, I received a letter of response and a questionnaire. The first nine questions were very basic facts but the final question seemed a bit odd-"Which 12 celebrities are you more attracted to?" I pondered the question before realizing that they were trying to say "Who do you want to fuck?", in a very polite way. After a few more minutes, I typed in my favorites, in list format-as follows.

1.Angelina Jolie
2.Courtney Love
3.Ali Landry
4.Jennifer Aniston
5.Courtney Cox
6.Gwen Stefani
7.Britney Spears
8.Jennifer Lopez
9.Cameron Diaz
10.Drew Barrymore
11.Kylie Minogue
12.Pink

I sent off the e-mail and signed off the computer. I walked from my desk to the sofa and started to watch some old Brady Bunch reruns. Less than five minutes later, a loud knock upon the door interrupted my valuable TV time. 

A deliveryman stood at the door, holding a large brown box and a clipboard. He insisted that I sign it and he soon retreated back to his green van. I shut the door and opened the box, finding a bottle of pills and a card. 

I opened the card and read the simple message-"Take two everyday."

I shrugged and cracked open the bottle. I swallowed two pills and slipped off to sleep, worn down from a hard day at work.

I woke up the next morning with a pounding head and a stiff back. As I sat up, I realized that I wasn't at home…I was in a luxurious hotel room, on the hardest damn sofa I have ever slept on. As soon as I regained the use of my legs, I was able to snoop around the room and find out whom I spent the night with.

I walked into the bathroom and raided the medicine cabinet, looking for some aspirin to soothe my pounding head. Suddenly, the front door opened and I shut the cabinet door. The front door was locked, as a voice called out "Are you alive, baby?" I didn't respond. She called again-"Are you in here?" I slowly exited the bathroom as she turned to face me. She was standing a good distance from me but I could still see the radiance of her beauty. It was Pink, one of the women on my list. Her long blonde hair was shining with little pink streaks that ran down its length. She walked towards me and smiled. I pulled her close as our lips and tongues met in warm embrace. She looked a bit shocked, as she remarked quite simply, "Aren't we straightforward tonight?" She pulled back into me as we kissed again. Surprisingly, I pulled away from our kiss first and she raised an eyebrow as if she was questioning my manhood. "You felling alright?" She asked with compassion in her voice. I swallowed hard and answered "Waiting for the aspirin to kick in", as I flashed her a quick gaze, staring into her beautiful reflecting eyes. She stared back at me and whispered, "I can make your whole body feel better". She giggled a little bit as she reached for my belt. 

I didn't resist her advances. After all, when a hot chick wants your body, you can't deny their request. She reached the clasp of my belt and yanked it off, pulling my khaki shorts off as well. My member immediately sprang to attention, as she looked me over and said "Somebody must want to come out and play!" She yanked on my boxers as my fully aroused cock made its debut. She smiled and pulled her lime green top off, allowing her large C cup sized globes and half dollar nipples to come into view. I yanked my shirt off and pulled her close, squeezing her firm ass cheeks, through her tight black leather pants. She moaning quietly as she dropped to her knees, about to enjoy my nine inch cock. 

I couldn't wait any longer. I shoved a few inches of my cock in her mouth and she started teasing the head with her talented tongue. I moaned, enjoying every minutes of her work. She slowly began to deep throat me, nearly choking her in the process. She used her hands to simultaneously jack me off while she massaged my tight balls. After almost ten minutes of this, I could not take any more pleasure. I pulled out of her mouth and shot a long, hard load all over her tits. A minute later, I felt the need to shoot again and I shoved my member back in her mouth, then I shot another hot load down her throat. She swallowed every drop of it, even licking the cum from her tits, before she collapsed onto her back.

A few minutes later, I decided that it was time to return the favor. I sat up and removed her leather pants. I found a small, pink thong-covering her beautifully fragrant cunt. I moved her to the bed and tore the thong from her body. I dropped to the floor and began to wildly enjoy the folds of her completely shaved box. I let the tip of my tongue go nuts, exploring every fold while carefully avoiding her inflamed clit. She moaned and rooted me on, as her orgasm was building and her sweet nectar was already hitting my mouth. After a while of my teasing, she grew more lustful and pulled me up to her face. She clinched her teeth and told me to "hit that shit" before she went insane. I did as she asked and I started to fuck her love button with my pierced tongue. In my experience with cunnilingus, the barbell in my tongue has done more good than bad for the ladies and for myself. After about five minutes, she lost control and experienced the loudest orgasm I have ever heard as she shot her sweet juices all over my face.

She pulled me back up to her again and kissed me deeply, trying to taste her own juices on my tongue. We continued to kiss madly as I let my hands wander, eventually finding her rather tight and firm ass. I let a finger slip inside, then two, and a third before she stopped me-pushing he down, onto the bed. 

I laid flat on my back and held her by the waist, positioning her over my rejuvenated member. She started pushing it in and out of her box, as if trying to impale herself upon my dick. She increased her speed and began moaning loudly as her orgasm built to a crescendo. She let out a shattering scream, much higher than her normal vocal range. She released another scream as she coated my cock with her sweet juices and then collapsed. I pulled myself out of her dripping cunt and turned her over. 

I positioned myself at the opening of her puckered asshole. I waited a beat before slamming all nine inches of myself into her tight ass. She let out a violent shriek as I hit a bit of resistance. I realized that she was cherry in her ass and that made me smile. I was about to steal the cherry of the hottest rock star in the world and fill her to the brim. I stopped myself and made sure that she was ready to take what I had to give. She braced herself as I pulled completely out and slammed back in quickly, filling her up. I kept moving in and out for a few more minutes before I expelled a huge, hot load of white gold into her backdoor. I filled her completely with my semen as I came again a minute later. I pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside her. We both lay back, breathing hard. She smiled and kissed me on the lips, still tasting herself. We fell asleep in that large King size bed and slept for a few hours before her libido called again. 

I guess that it goes without saying that we repeated ourselves again later. 

Sometime that night, I ended up falling asleep…while playing with her awesome breasts and highly sensitive nipples.

I awoke the next morning to find her gone with a note, taped to the door, which read: "Dear Sexy:

I had to leave and I didn't want to wake you. I went out to buy some toys for later. Hope you're ready for tonight.

Thinking of you.

Your wild ass lover

(He He)"

I smiled and got up to take a shower. I walked into the bathroom and took my two daily pills. 

A minute later, I passed out and I was transported to a different time and place. 

ONE MONTH LATER.

I awoke in a lush dressing room, filled with flowers and a Christmas tree. The door opened and I saw another, differently familiar and very arousing face.

To be continued…Chapter 2: Jennifer Lopez 

The Perfect Pill Ch. 02



THE PERFECT PILL
CH.2: J.LO 

I awoke in a lush dressing room, filled with flowers and a Christmas tree.  The door opened and I saw another, differently familiar and very arousing face.  It was the very lovely and arousing Jennifer Lopez, hot and sweaty from yet another exhausting performance.  

As she walked through the room, she dropped her revealing outfit, piece by piece and gave me a bit of a show.  She grabbed my hand and placed it on her very well defined ass as she bent down to kiss me.  She stared into my eyes and broke the silence, by saying, “I am going to take a shower…I’m a dirty girl!!!”  She smiled again and turned around, giving me a pleasant glance at her beautiful Latin ass, jiggling slightly as she walked.

She entered the bathroom area and proceeded to finish her striptease by removing a tight little G-string, causing me to get extremely aroused.  She jumped into the shower and began to calmly lather up her flawlessly sculpted body.  

I waited a few minutes, hoping that my arousal would disappear.  Of course, it didn’t and I needed a release.  I stood up and slowly disrobed, trying to remain as silent as possible.  I walked into the bathroom and stood very still for a beat before locking the door.  I then pulled back on the shower curtain, expelling some steam.  

Jennifer stared at me, almost frightened as she looked at the wide grin on my face.  She pulled me into the shower and pushed me to the wall, exploring my body.  I pulled her off of me and turned the water off.  I sat down in the tub and pulled her on top of me.  I positioned her so that her slit was under the faucet.  I turned the water on and began to massage her huge nipples.  She began to moan slowly as she started to grind her backdoor against my hard cock.  I slipped a finger inside her ass and quickly retracted it.  I counted to three and thrust all nine inches of myself into her ass, causing her to explode in both pain and pleasure.  

I waited a minute or two, allowing her to get used to the dick in her ass.  I stood her up and positioned her against the shower wall, as I began to extract my rock hard member from between her luscious asscheeks.  A sigh of relief escaped her tightly closed mouth.  She got out of the shower and slowly walked to the door, crooking her index finger, trying to trick me into following her into the main part of the dressing room.  She wiggled her hot little ass in my face and I followed her, like a lost puppy.  

She walked to the main door and secured the lock, so that we wouldn’t be disturbed.  I carelessly cleared off a make-up counter and lifted her onto it.  She shoved me to the floor as she barked “Eat my sweet Latin cunt, Bitch!”  I immediately followed her orders, readily eating her brightly colored cunt, almost as if I hadn’t had a bite in weeks.  She began to moan loader as she ran her fingers down my back, leaving scratch marks.  I quickly found her engorged clitoris and began to softly nibble upon it, sending lightning surges through her delightfully tanned body.   

Her soft hands moved up from my back to my head, pushing me into her dripping orifice.  I continued to mercilessly labor on her cunt for almost twenty minutes, bringing her to an orgasm three times, before I collapsed from exhaustion.  

She gave me little time for my mouth to recover.  Less than two minutes after I finished pleasuring her orally, she jumped down from the counter and impaled herself on my hard member.  As soon as I was able to breathe normally, I began to pump my cock, in and out, of her sloppy slit.  The speed of her moans increased and I slowed my speed slightly.  Her entire body soon began to shake in anticipation of yet another orgasm.  I, too, was coming to the point of no return.  I continued to push my dick in and out of her throbbing cunt, regaining some speed, until we both climaxed in complete unison.  Gobs of semen and her own sweet ambrosia began to leak from her stuffed hole.  I must have shot three or four loads within a short period of time.  I waited a few minutes before retracting my withering cock from her sticky hole.  She quickly gained her balance and got on her hands and knees.  She knelt down in front of my sticky dick and began to lick it clean of the products of our evening fuck.  She was able to completely deep throat me without choking…(Guess that P. Diddy taught her something good :P).  

The evening ended with a sensual shower and a 2:00am show in her hotel room.  We fell asleep together that night, with large smiles on our faces.  

JANUARY 7.

I found myself on the floor of an elegant Beverly Hills home with the shattering sound of blistering guitar coming from the next room.

To be continued…Chapter 3:Courtney Love




The Perfect Pill Ch. 03



CH. 3: COURTNEY LOVES TO FUCK

I found myself on the floor of an elegant Beverly Hills home with the shattering sound of blistering guitar coming from the next room.

I stood up and walked through the living room and it’s hardwood floor.  I was quite hazy, having not fully awakened yet.  I walked towards the back of the house and the noise that arouse me from my peaceful slumber.  

I came to a basement studio, with open doors and open sounds.  A beautiful, tall, blonde woman stood with her back to me—wailing through a Led Zeppelin riff.  I waited for her to finish the riff before trying to get her attention.  I clapped furiously and she t urned around…I was shocked as I saw who it was…Courtney Love: the loud,aggressive, sexually whetting Grunge Queen. My mouth dropped open slightly as she broke the silence,” Look who woke up?”  Her beautifully colored blue eyes began to drift down my body before stopping at my crotch and asking “Did we lose our pants?”  I looked down and panicked.  I was completely naked and unable to hide the biggest fucking hard-on I had ever had. 

I chuckled a little bit, to make the situation a little less awkward.  I turned around and started to walk back tofind my clothes when she stopped me with a firm grab of my ass.  I froze in place and allowed her to grope me in an extremely friendly manner.  After three minutes of her exploration, she shoved me to the floor and told me not to get up unless I was told to.  I already knew that I would like being Courtney’s love slave.  She walked over to her rig and removed her guitar.  She turned back to me and with anger, said,“Don’t move out of that spot or I’ll tear you a new fucking asshole…I’m going to change…and then you’re mine!”  She walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. A huge smile crossed my face, as this was two lifelong dreams, crammed into one.  For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be sexually dominated by a woman and give Courtney Love the best fuck of her life…two dreams in one day, I was in heaven…but soon…I would be in a virtual hell.  

A few minutes later, She emerged from her bathroom, completely naked and visually appealing.  She was obviously excited as her stirring nipples and puckered lips were ready for some action.  

She led me upstairs, to her master bedroom.  She pushed me onto the bed and handcuffed my arms to the bedpost.  She began to smile, in a devious way, as she sat in a leather chair—positioned in the corner.  She laid back and began to rub her clit with her long, slender fingers.  I began to squirm on the bed, trying to soothe my aching cock.  She moved and sat in between my legs.  She rubbed her clit faster as she began to push an 8-inch dildo into her now dripping cunt.  

I started breathing hard, trying control myself. She knew that I couldn’t hold out much longer without touching myself.  She quickly brought herself to orgasm and slid up to my chest, kissing her way down my body, teasing me further.    

When she reached my torso, she became purely evil. She licked her way to my raging member and then, she began to lick mypurple cock head at the slowest speed that anyone had ever done. I nearly lost my composure and yelled for her to hurry up. She eventually began to swallow my entire cock.  Her sucking technique was phenomenal and quite satisfying.  I moaned in pleasure and I melted into the bed, still restrained by her cuffs.  She stared me directly in the eye as she began to slow her work and teased me further. Then, she did the worst thing yet—she stopped giving me head and waited for my cock to wither back to its sleeping size.  

Within a minute, Courtney moved into a squatting position and began to SLOWLY move me in and out of her perfumed vagina.  She slowly picked up speed and let out tiny screams with every squat.  As the minutes rolled on, our moans grew louder and more frequent…finally resulting in concurrent orgasms and some sticky results.  

Whilewe were enjoying ourselves upstairs, an unexpected guest entered silently through the front door of the mansion and made her way up to the master bedroom.  

While Courtney and I were still engaging in the sexual arts, I saw our guest, slowly stripping her clothes from her body, while turning her back to us.  Even from a distance, I could see her basic and very rousing features.  Her obviously dyed black hair, her well-rounded ass, her shorter height.  

She eventually turned around and began to watch the show we offered her, as I began to explore Courtney’s creased asshole. I began to violate her with great precision and she thanked me in kind.  She reached up and released my hands from the bedpost, allowing me to bring her to a second and more intense orgasm.  I let my fingers walk to her still soaking slit.  I continued to pound her ass with speed and accuracy for what seemed like a twenty minute eternity before I laid back, while still inside of her tight backdoor and shot a long, glistening load of cum, deep.  

She screamed as I filled her to the brim and she collapsed on top of me, trying to recover from our bondage event.  As welay there on those silk sheets of passion, our voyeuristic friend entered and I was shocked at who I saw before me.  

Courtney was in no way surprised as she exclaimed-“D…You came!”. 

Ourfriend responded with-“So did he…”, and a laugh.

Courtney:  “You up for some fun?”

D:  “Of course, I brought a bag of fun stuff!”

D dropped a bag of fun stuff on the bed and smiled deviously.

We all knew what was coming next…Monster Threesome.

To be continued…Chapter 4: Courtney,Brad, and “D”.



The Perfect Pill Ch. 04



Hey Readers:
Sorry for the delay…I had a back-up of other work to do.  

The heat in the bedroom was swiftly rising.  The sloppy sex show that Courtney and I had provided for Drew, had only enticed her into joining us, and making for the ultimate night of bliss.  Drew stood before me, taking note of our position before hatching a wonderful plan for the three of us.  She motioned for Courtney and I to follow her into places unknown. 

As she walked, I watched her walk in a delectable way.  The delightful Ms. Barrymore led us out a backdoor and onto a 30ft. Yacht.  She had set up a video camera and a mattress in the corner of the cabin.  I certainly knew what was coming…or at least, I thought so.  

Drew walked over and flipped a red switch, focusing the camera, as it began to roll.  Within seconds, she had positioned herself on the firm, inflatable mattress and began to massage her inflamed clitoris, in between her middle and index fingers.  

As soon as she had established a rhythm, she beckoned for Courtney to join her for a bit of group Jilling.   I moved out of the view of the camera and began to slowly beat off.  They turned to face each other and began to finger fuck themselves quite furiously, occasionally releasing moans.  

After a few minutes, they stopped and shifted their positions a bit.  Courtney faced the camera and grabbed Drew by the hair, pushing her face into her awaiting cunt.  She screamed, “Tongue-fuck my cunt, you dirty whore.”  Drew happily complied and began to energetically munch Courtney’s virtually bare snatch.  She pushed her tongue so deep that her nose was in Courtney’s bald spot.   

I continued to stand in the back, jacking myself off until I was about to explode.  I quickly walked over to Courtney and shoved my hard member in her mouth, forcing her to suck it briefly.  Within seconds, I shot a warm load of white gold down her throat and quickly retracted it from her mouth.  The head was covered with spit and excess cum.  A moment later, I shot another load all over her gigantic tits, coating them in shiny spunk.  Having seen me give Courtney some juice, Drew became jealous and pulled her face from Courtney’s snatch.  

Drew pulled herself up and began to straddle my withering member, quickly rejuvenating him.  While Courtney watched Drew’s masterful work on my cock, she reached for some of the toys that Drew had brought for us to use. Courtney searched the bag for the perfect toy and eventually found it.  

I was in a virtual heaven as Drew happily deep throated me, not choking a single time. Suddenly, I felt a warm tongue, raking over my asshole.  Courtney had begun licking my virgin asshole and I began to enjoy it.  That was until she stood up and thrust a large strap-on into my ass.  I nearly screamed in pain as she busted my ass cherry.  I had never thought about being anally violated but I eventually came to enjoy it to the slightest degree.  

I moaned in pain and pleasure as I shot a warm load in Drew’s dark, mysterious hair.  She wasted no time waiting for me to discover. She leaned over a chair and slowly spread her shaved cunt, hoping for a good fuck.  I would not disappoint her. I waited a beat before cramming the entire length of my member into her tightening cunt.  I could barely move inside her but she eventually loosened up enough so that I could give her an extravagant fuck.  I began to slowly retract my hard dick, until only the head remained within her.  She made a sound of displeasure and I quickly crammed the whole thing back in again.  

As I came inside of Drew, I lost any feeling in my ass.  Courtney was continuing to fuck my virgin hole.  As she pushed harder on my prostate, I shot the most semen I had ever shot, deep inside of Drew.  A minute after my own climax, Drew exploded in ecstasy, coating my melting dick with a mixture of juices.  The thick liquid running from Drew’s cunt coated the mattress and the carpeted cabin. 

I pulled my coated dick from her dripping cunt and crashed down onto the mattress, exhausted from the fuckfest.  Drew got onto her knees and motioned for Courtney to join us on the mattress once more. 

Courtney lay down beside me, still sporting her strap-on cock.  Drew knelt down between us and began to give me a wicked handjob.  Shestarted out with slow, firm strokes and eventually moved into fast, short ones.  After a few minutes and two shots to the face, we decided to bring Courtney deeper into the fun.

Drew once again found her bag of toys and pulled out the largest strap-on I have ever seen.  She put it on and motioned for me to move behind Courtney.  As we got in position, Courtney began to grind her asshole against me.  Drew slid around and placed her “plastic dick” at the edge of Courtney’s slit, pushing the head in and out carefully.  

We continued to have a threesome late into the night and through the next morning, eventually, failing fast asleep on Drew’s darling dinghy.

5 Weeks Later.

I found myself in a café, with an Espresso and Biscotti before me.  As I sat, a very professional looking Blonde woman entered and immediately placed her briefcase on my table.  She cracked the combination and presented me with several sheets of paper.  

She smiled warmly and introduced herself.

“Hello, Brad.  My name is Sheila…and I would like to talk to you about the results you have experienced from our pills.” 

To be continued…Chapter 5: Sheila explains his adventures.



The Perfect Pill Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Bedding Ms. Minogue

5 Weeks Later.

I found myself in a cafe, with an Espresso and Biscotti before me. As I sat, a very professional looking Blonde woman entered and immediately placed her briefcase on my table. She cracked the combination and presented me with several sheets of paper. 

She smiled warmly and introduced herself.

"Hello, Brad. My name is Sheila...and I would like to talk to you about the results you have experienced from our pills." 

"Hi Sheila. What's up?" I coolly replied.

Sheila: "We have been observing you and we are quite pleased with your reactions."

Brad: "Observing...explain!"

Sheila: "Well, you did sign up for the study, correct?"

Brad: "Yes and..."

Sheila: "By signing up, you allowed us to observe your sexual technique in a secretive or "fly on the wall" manner."

I was surprised yet honored.

Brad: "Do you have any suggestions?"

Sheila: "Just one...don't go straight to the sex."

Brad: "Wine, dine, then fuck them."

Sheila: "Exactly, Brad."

Brad: "Gotcha. Loud and clear."

Sheila: "Any questions?"

Brad: "Yeah. Just one. How am I getting such beautiful women?"

Sheila: "That's actually quite simple...the pills give you an additional burst of confidence...making you a celebrity in the process."

Brad: "Does that mean that somewhere teenage girls have posters of me on their walls?"

Sheila: "No but, most people have seen your films."

I nearly choked on my cookie.

Brad: "Films?"

Sheila: "You have become the new Matt Damon."

Brad: "Wow...Thanks for giving me such fun times."

Sheila: "You aren't done yet...remember that list you made?"

Brad: "Yeah...so?"

Sheila: "You are going to make love to all of those women with the exception of one...Ali Landry."

Brad: "Why not Ali?"

Sheila: "She's actually your...ex-fiancée."

Brad: "That's crazy."

Sheila: "Sure is...but, I will find someway to make it up to you."

Brad: "Thank you."

Sheila: "Goodbye for now, Stud...see you later...I will be visiting you several more times...sometimes professionally...sometimes not."

As I picked up my coffee mug, she was gone, without leaving a single footprint.

I looked down and I was no longer in a Beatles T-Shirt and faded Corduroy pants. I was now in a wrinkled blue dress shirt and belted khakis. In the top pocket of my shirt, I found a backstage pass to that night's concert by Kylie Minogue. 

I smiled to myself and chugged my boiling coffee. I left a generous tip for the brunette waitress and ran out the door.

Hours later, I found myself backstage at Kylies show, ready to sweep her from her feet...and in between the toasty sheets.

I was led into her dressing room and told to wait for her, as her set was nearly complete. I relaxed on a black leather chesterfield and reviewed my strategy for bedding Kylie.

A minute later, the door opened and Kylie entered, drenched in sweat from a charged performance. She locked the door and walked into the bathroom, paying me little attention. 

The water began to run in a bathtub as I heard a body jump right in. 

I continued to sit and wait as she began to sing to herself and splashing through the enclosed tide. 

Moments later, Kylie emerged from the W.C., wrapped in a simple pink robe. Her hair was damp and she finished drying it with a white towel. 

She walked over to me and gave me a simple peck on the cheek. She smiled and said, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Love."

I smiled and shot back with "It's alright...you're worth the wait."

"Thank you, Darling." She said.

"You ready?"

"For what?"

"Dinner."

"I was thinking we would order in."

I paused for a moment "Alright...anything you want."

"That's sweet...I'm gonna get dressed and then we can fucking leave!"

She stood completely upright and untied her robe, revealing her ample breasts and unshaven cunt. 

She said firmly "I'm going commando tonight, love...after all, we don't need anything between us."

She caught me staring at her delicious form and pulled my head up to hers. 

She kissed me again and shot back at me— "You can stare at my tits when you're between them!"

And with that, she quickly dressed in a lacey black top and matching skirt that was short enough to see the dark hair that covered her fragrant sex. 

We left the venue by hopping into my car and driving to the hotel where she was staying. As we rode to our destination,our conversation turned to sex and foreplay. 

I was able to push the conversation from my mind until I heard the release of Kylie's seatbelt. 

She slid closer to me, kissing my neck and running her hand over my crotch. 

She giggled and smiled at me, as she unzipped my baggy khakis, releasing my massive member. 

She crawled over and laid her head in my lap.

She turned back and began to lick the head of my cock. I was so glad that the windows of my car were tinted to a deep purple color.

I was in a haze. I was driving down the freeway in Los Angeles while being sucked off by a beautiful Australian singer and enjoying every second. 

The twenty-minute ride to her hotel flew by and we were there before we knewit. In addition, I had shot down her throat twice on the way there. 

As we pulled in the parking lot, she returned to her seated position and fixed her clothing. I got out and opened her doorfor her. She smiled at my courtesy. 

She walked into the main lobby and went to the elevator, as I followed. I caught a glimpse of her hot bare ass as she walked, in a way that got me hot again. 

We boarded the elevator and exited on the 16th floor. We turned left and entered the door at the end of the hall, marked "Executive Suite A". 

She dropped onto the King-size bed in the corner of the room and released a loud sigh of relief. I walked over and collapsed face down on the bed, placing my hand on her back. 

She turned over and smiled at me, before asking a simple question, "What's for dinner, Darling?" I had to reflect onher question before responding, "Do you want to go down to the Café in thelobby, go out to Outback, or order room service?" She wasted little time mulling over her options and retorted, "Outback, Love. It reminds me of home." 

I got on my knees and pulled her up. I brushed the hair from her face and pulled myself up. When I was kneeling, we were the same height, which seemed a tad odd but I ignored it. 

A minute later, Kylie and I were in the elevator, heading down to my car. 

We drove down to the Outback and went inside, waiting to be seated. After a few minutes, the restaurant thinned out and a hostess named Ashley approached us and said that they were closing in twenty minutes.

I turned to Kylie and she was angry. Ashley understood Kylie's anger and offered to cook up a carryout order for us, if we could wait a few minutes. We agreed and sat at a corner booth.

A little while later, I was able to calm Kylie down and we began to make out rather quietly in the dimly lit establishment. As the time ticked away, the heat between us reached a blazing inferno. I let my hand move up her leg, eventually reaching her exposed muff. 

She let out a moan and began to rub my crotch, bringing me back to the events of earlier. It had been about twenty minutes and the building was all but empty...yet, we still had no food. 

I looked around and saw nothing but open space. I paused for a beat, before picking her up and laying her on top of around table. Kylie stared into my green eyes, as if questioning my logic. I pulled her skirt away from its position around her waist. 

I quickly lowered my head and began to hungrily eat at her femininity. Within seconds, her juices began to flow, coating my face. Her moans eventually grew louder but not a single person heard, as we were hidden away in a dark corner of the Australian eatery. 

After a few minutes of meticulousness, Kylie creamed all over my face, coating me with a stream of ambrosia. She exhaled hard and sat up, pulling me into a passionate embrace. I pulled myself onto the table and yanked the black top that covered the aroused nipples of her small yet perfect titties. 

I grabbed her left breast and suckled it with my mouth, coating it with saliva. I used my right hand to massage the nipple on her other breast, while using my left to manipulate her puffy love button. 

After a few more minutes, Kylie grew tired of this and jumped on top of me, popping the buttons of my shirt as she removed it. She started at my neck and began to kiss down my body, not missing a single inch of skin...that was until she reached my smoldering rod. 

She immediately jumped on top of my cock and began to fuck herself as I lay back, letting it happen. She moaned, screamed, and panted as I began to push it deeper inside her deep hole. 

Until all of the sudden, she stopped moving and panting. She suddenly fell asleep while riding my cock. I began to panic as I saw every muscle in her body relax. 

As Ilifted her up and pulled out of her flaming hole, I noticed a syringe, hanging from her arm. I turned around to findan old friend, standing behind me, wearing an Outback uniform and a familiar smile.

It was corporate executive Sheila, back, just as she had promised. I got up and moved Kylie from my lap, laying her on another table. 

Sheila spoke.

S: Hey baby, told you I'd come back.

B: Did you really have to kill Kylie?

S: No...but, I got jealous.

B: Pardon?

S: You're fucking all these beautiful bombshells but not any regular gals...anyway, she's not dead...just in a deep sleep.

I released a sigh of release.

B: Well, did I romance her enough?

S: You've done very well in that department but you've been neglecting something else even more important...your own pleasure.

B: Not following you.

S: You're giving tons of enjoyment to these sluts but you aren't getting the attention you need. 

B: I'm fucking them like crazy...how am I not enjoying it?

S: You aren't getting enough oral. 

B: I'd rather give than receive...it's my nature.

S: I'm gonna show you the way it should be.

She pushed me back onto a table and dropped to her knees, cock in hand. 

She started to slowly jack me off while using her tongue to massage the head. I moaned loudly as her speed and demeanor increased. 

I shot a load down her throat and tried to pull away...but, she shoved me back down, almost pinning me.

She continued her brutal punishment of my member for nearly an hour before she collapsed from near exhaustion. I picked her up and laid her down, kissing her deeply. 

She stopped me and whispered to me.

S: You're next adventure is with Nicole Kidman.

B: Nicole? I didn't list Nicole.

S: It's a make-up for Ali.

B: Thank you, darling.

S: I'll see you later...finish with Kylie...she's gonna wake up in about a minute...remember to be greedy.

In a moment, she was gone and I turned back to sleeping Kylie.

She awoke and stood up, wrapping her arms around my neck. 

I picked her up and redressed her as we walked toward the door. I looked at my watch and noted the time asalmost 1am. 

We reached the front door and exited to the parking lot. 

I put her in the car as she drifted off to sleep beside me in the car.

I drove back to the hotel and carried her up to the room. 

I laid her down on the bed and stripped myself for bed. 

I laid beside her and coasted into peaceful slumber. 

THE NEXT MORNING

I woke up around 11 to find the room completely empty. I found a note on the door from Kylie, which read:

"Brad-

Had to return to Melbourne, family emergency. Tour is cancelled and I want you to fly down to meet me. I'm at the Carlton Hotel in Melbourne... 46Bloke Rd. Suite 1989. 

Sweetness will follow.

Loving you...like never before...

Kylie."

I stood up and smiled. I showered and packed my things. I exited the hotel room and entered the parking lot. 

As I opened my car, I found an envelope, affixed to the windshield. Inside, I found a plane ticket, a few choice Polaroids, and a pair of Kylie's underwear. 

I smiled to myself and set off on my next journey.

To be continued...Chapter 6: Melbourne, Mme. Sheila, and the former Mrs. Cruise. 



The Perfect Pill Ch. 06



Chapter 6: Brad And The Moline Rouge Reunion

As I set out for LAX, I was reasonably worried about the family emergency that had ended the tour and sent Kylie back to Melbourne.

Nevertheless, I would more concerned with my libido and the "sweetness" that she had promised in her note. 

I arrived at the airport in record time and examined my watch, 7:10.

I was almost three hours early for my flight.

"Damn jet lag!" I exclaimed.

I laid back in my seat and tried to fall asleep.

To no avail, I could not get any rest as my mind drifted from Kylie to Sheila, and back again.

I remember the envelope that was left for me and I reached for it on the dashboard.

I dumped it out and quickly sifted through it, finding the series of suggestive Polaroids. 

Before I knew it, I was completely hard from her positions in the photos.

I began to slowly stroke my massive member, teasing my purple head. 

It wasn't very long before I felt my balls tighten and I knew I was about to cum.

I frantically searched for something to catch it in…then, I found something special.

I found the pair of Kylie's underwear that she had left me. It was a simple baby blue thong, crafted from the finest silk on earth.

I held it up to my nose and digested the delicious odor of her sex, as it bled through.

The tightness in my balls got more intense and I quickly positioned the silky garment in a relative location and climaxed with great force.

About a gallon of warm jizz exited my prick and drenched Kylie's silky thong. The smells mixed and created a very arousing odor. 

I relaxed into the seat and again breathed a sigh of relief. 

After a few more minutes, I got up and opened the car door. I stopped out and walked toward the trunk.

I reached inside and pulled out a messenger bag, a rolling suitcase, and a garment bag. 

I slammed the trunk once again and climbed into the back seat, to change into some casual clothes.

I emerged a minute later in a Clash T-shirt, khaki shorts, and tennis shoes. 

I slammed the door and walked to the back of the car, alarming the car. 

I grabbed my stuff and walked towards the main entrance of the airport. I looked again at my watch and noted the time as almost 7:30. 

I entered the building and needed something to wake me up. 

I smelled coffee and followed the aroma to a tiny little shop in the middle of the airport. 

I stood at the counter and waited patiently for about a minute or so before I began to frantically ring the bell that was marked "Ring for service."

A second later, a tall brunette with blue eyes walked over and flashed me a modest smile. My eyes drifted down and noted the name on her tag, Candy.

She served me a cup of Brazilian roast and shot me another suggestive smile. 

I smiled back and walked towards the ticket counter. 

Two hours later, I was aboard a 757, preparing for a 18 hour flight to visit my new love.

Once I was settled in, I noticed that the people seated around me seemed to be watching me, as if they knew me.

Suddenly, I remember something that Sheila had told me in that café downtown... "You're the new Matt Damon!"

In conclusion, for the next 18 hours, I was constantly asked for autographs and I happily complied.

I stepped off the plane, picked up my luggage, and prepared to exit the building.

As I reached the loading zone, I saw a short, dark haired fellow. He was holding a sign with my name on it and I followed him to the car.

I hopped into the limo and observed the many famous landmarks of Melbourne. Moments later, I was at the well-appointed Carlton Hotel. I tipped the limo driver and went inside to claim my key at the desk.

Once inside, I walked towards the concierges desk and conversed with another very beautiful blonde woman with a sexy Australian accent, named Wendy.

Wendy: Welcome to the Carlton, Mr. Holland.

Brad: Thank you…I'd like to check in.

Wendy: you are actually already taken care of but I am to give you a key.

Brad: Thanks.

She handed me a keycard and pointed me in the direction of the elevator.

I climbed onto the elevator and pressed 19.

Within seconds, I arrived on the 19th floor and I exited, finding room. 

I got to the end of the hallway and discovered the room, 1989, marked as the Executive suite. 

I slipped my card in the slot and pushed the door open. 

As I slowly opened it, I heard nothing but white noise…not a sound was heard. 

I quietly crept in, put my stuff down, and collapsed on the king size bed that laid in the middle of the room.

I looked over at the clock…it read 4:49AM…and then, I fell asleep.

A short time later, An explosion of sound…laughing to be specific…came from the hallway and became terribly loud, as the door opened.

Kylie entered the room, full of energy from a night of clubbing. 

She saw me, as I lay on the bed, and leaned down to kiss me in an extremely passionate way. 

I turned over and asked her the obvious question, "Where's the family emergency?"

She smiled at me and said point blank--This is the family emergency…"

I shot back--"I don't understand."

Kylie: "I've been on the road for over two years, darling…If I did take a break, I was going to die…and this is technically a family emergency…because I consider Nic a member of my family…and so are you, Love."

I smiled again and motioned to Nicole, as she stood in front of me.

Nicole spoke—"He's the guy?"

Kylie: "Yeah…the man of steel."

Nicole: "Are you tired, love?"

Brad: "I'm kinda jet-lagged."

Kylie: "Get some sleep…you're gonna need it!"

Kylie kissed me again as I drifted back off to sleep.

TWO HOURS LATER.

The sound of erotic female moans and skin-to-skin contact awakened me from my peaceful slumber. 

I opened my eyes and expected to see Kylie and Nicole doing some hardcore carpet munching…but, to my dismay, it was a hardcore lesbian film.

I turned my head and saw Kylie sitting on the bed, letting her fingers roam her holes. 

I stayed completely still and watched her as she jilled off on the bed.

MEANWHILE… …In the bathroom, Nicole was sitting in the tub, taking a warm bath, with candles as lights. 

As I heard her hit the water, I was beginning to get excited. 

A few brief moments later, Kylie was out like a light—tired from her solo exploits.

I slowly arose from the bed and peaked into the bathroom.

As I looked inside, I saw a large clump of bright ginger pubic hair. 

A smile crossed my face as I realized that yet another stereotype was true…Redheads don't shave.

I crept into the bathroom and stood in front of the tremendously vulnerable star of Eyes Wide Shut as she stared back up at me, instantly noticing the excitement that was building in my boxers. 

Nicole got onto her knees as I bent down to kiss her. She definitely caught me off guard.

After our lengthy embrace, I was in a cloud of hazy infatuation. She noticed and quickly grabbed me, pulling me into the Jacuzzi tub, while fully clothed. 

She wasted little time. No sooner had I hit the water, she had already torn the shirt from my chest and had already began the process of making curtains from my pants.

Before I knew it, I was completely naked in a bubbly tub with the former Mrs. Tom Cruise. 

As I sat there, marveling at Nicole's appearance, I remember what Sheila had told me the previous evening at the Outback…I decided to let her do all the work and to quote a famous philosopher—"To the victor, go the spoils."

BACK IN BED…

…Kylie began to stir and eventually woke up. She heard the sounds of the performance from the bathroom and was prepared to investigate.

As I relaxed, I realized that Nicole was truly the Queen of Fellatio. 

With every lick and jack of my hard member, she was creating the most enjoyable sexual event of my young life.

I became so relaxed that I eventually closed my eyes and nearly drifted off to sleep.

At some point during my relaxation, Kylie crept in and quietly submerged herself in the tub.

I became aware of her presence as I began to feel a second tongue and set of fingers on my balls.

I opened my eyes and saw Kylie munching on my balls while Nicole munched on Kylie's carpet. 

It escalated from there and I knew what was next…Monster Threesome…Part 2.

A few minutes later, we changed positions. 

I found the lovely Nicole crouching over my raging cock and Kylie was kissing her. 

They continued to kiss for a little while longer before I lost control of my crotch. 

I grabbed Nicole and started to push myself deeper inside her unkempt cunt.

I continued to push and pull, in and out of her puffy hole, eventually bringing her to a screeching orgasm. Her scream was so shattering that I was afraid that the glass mirrors would crack and break. 

I turned her to me and began to kiss her deeply, passionately. 

When all of the sudden she went limp and fell into a deep sleep. Just as I turned to Kylie, I saw the same thing…deep coma. I softly put Nicole down in the water and turned to the bathroom door. 

In the frame stood the lovely Sheila, dressed as a bellhop. 

S: Hello again, Love.

B: Your work?

S: Of course, its my trademark entrance.

I smiled and tried to cover myself.

S: Don't worry, darlin.

With a snap of her fingers, I was wearing the same clothes that I was wearing at the airport. 

B: Thanks.

S: No problem…ready for some good news?

B: Sure. 

S: My boss has been watching you and she wants to meet you…to evaluate your progress and decide about the future of the project.

B: What's so good about that?

S: you have to keep this on the down low but my boss is Cameron Diaz.

I paused and dropped to my knees with a "not worthy".

B: When do I leave?

S: We. In two minutes.

B: What about Kylie and Nicole?

With yet another snap of her fingers, Nicole and Kylie were comfortably in bed…and then, we were off. 

THREE WEEKS LATER.

Sheila and I stood in an elevator at a high-rise office building. 

We rose 70 floors before the door opened and we entered a long corridor…stopping at a large door.

To be continued...Chapter 7: Cameron's the boss and her decision on Brad's sex life.



The Perfect Pill Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Cameron's Executive Decision

THREE WEEKS LATER...

Sheila and I stood in an elevator at a California Skyscraper.

We rose 70 floors before the doors opened and we entered a long corridor.

At the end of the corridor stood a large mahogany door.

As we reached the door, it automatically opened and closed behind us.

Inside the ample doors was a huge office with an unrestricted view of the city of San Diego.

I stood in front of the desk in an extremely nervous state.

Suddenly, the black leather chair behind the desk spun around and before us was the strikingly beautiful blonde Cameron Diaz, all 5 feet and 9 inches of her.

She was dressed in a very glamorous yet professional business suit. She wasted little time and got right down to business.

Cameron: It's nice to meet you, Brad. Good to see you again, Sheila.

Brad: Ditto.

C: Now, I would first like to thank you for taking part in our study... And I would also like to say that on a personal level that I am very pleased with your progress through this project.

B: Thank you very much.

C: But, I am afraid that we are going to have to terminate this project.

B: What?

C: There is a lack of funding for this project and we are afraid that the FDA will deny our request for a patent.

B: Pardon my French but, fuck them in the brain...this pill works and it's gonna be better than Viagra.

C: If we send it to market in it's current form, celebrities are gonna get raped left and right.

B: Not if you make a few modifications...

C: I'm intrigued...

B: Quite simply...lower the potency and change the effects...the user isn't transported through time and space to fuck the celeb...they are tricked into believing that their partner is that celebrity...it's all about their own mental processes and their own fantasies.

C: You are a genius. I'm going to get R&D working on that for us...if it works, you are going to be rich and more famous than you already are.

I smiled and flashed her a suggestive smile.

B: Cami...have you tried sex with these pills yet?

C: No.

B: I think you should.

C: Care to give me a live demo?

B: Alright...where?

C: Right here.

Cameron carelessly cleared off her desk and turned to Sheila, who was seated next to me.

C: Sheila...don't you have something to do.

S: Right away, Ms. Diaz.

Sheila quickly left and shut the door as she left. 

As soon as the door slammed, I went into action.

I grabbed Cameron and laid her flat on her desk.

She stuck out her tongue as I dropped a pill on it and watched it dissolve in seconds.

I pulled down and kissed her hard, dancing with her tongue.

As we kissed, I began to tear at her elegant Versace jacket, popping each button with simultaneous precision.

After I had made curtains of her $1000 Versace jacket, I found a small tube top covering her liberal cleavage yet the small top cut off about 3 inches above her striking navel.

I started at the bottom of her stomach and began to kiss my way up her body in an extremely slow fashion, making her sweat in anticipation. 

As I reached the tube top, I tore it with one quick slight of hand. 

Suddenly, I found myself staring at her breasts, as they were seemingly perfect.

She caught me staring and screeched for me to get back to work...and I resumed my lip service of everything above her equator.

After a few more minutes, I reached her breasts and I began to delicately tease them.

I started by using the tip of my tongue to stimulate her bright pink nipples and bring them to full attention mode.

As soon as they were standing, I bit them and she released a shattering moan of pain and pleasure. 

She continued to moan every so often before exclaiming-

"God...what did we put in these things..."

Just then, she inhaled and released another, much larger orgasmic scream.

She stopped me and recuperated for a moment before knocking me to the floor.

She grabbed for my crotch and tore a big hole in my pants. As I tried to move my hands to her incredible ass, she slapped my hands away and jolted back.

"Bitch, you are mine...you will not touch me unless I let you."

She stood up and reached for her telephone.

She ripped the connection cord from the wall jack and the phone, double knotting it around my wrists.

With me restrained, Cameron had nothing to stop her from the great sex that she had been dreaming of for days.

She started at the top of my neck and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my six-pack and tanned physique.

Then, she began to tongue her way down my chest, much like I had done to her moments earlier.

I was honestly enjoying the idea of being restrained because it was something that I had not seen until this point of my journey.

I closed my eyes and had almost drifted off to sleep when the zipper of my pants went down. 

I felt a cold set of fingers run across my cock and I immediately opened my eyes.

At that exact moment, Cameron stood up and dropped her skirt on the floor. 

I was in a coma heaven.

As I laid there, I saw two wonderful sights. ONE: The beautiful bare ass of Cameron Diaz and TWO: The bare cunt between her legs. 

As I gazed at her area, I was blinded by the moon, as it was planted upon my face.

Cameron brought me into her fetish of face-sitting and sufficated me with the sweet smells of success and love spunk.

I used my tongue to stimulate her clitoris as it stood fully erect before me. I was so glad that I had remembered to put my tongue ring in this morning...and I bet she was too!

After her straddling of my face and my brutal punishment of her clit, she completely juiced herself, covering my face with sweet ambrosia.

As she got off of my face, she bent down to see my fully aroused cock, beginning to eject precum...it seemed to silently beg for her mouthful of attention.

She dropped and began a violent assault upon my nine-inch member. 

The moans that escaped my mouth seemed to encourage her to continue punishing me.

I was waiting for just the perfect moment to break free of her simple restraint system.

I wasted little time overtaking her. 

I immediately wrapped my powerful arms around her and flipped her onto her back.

She looked at me with a slight amount of fear in her pretty blue eyes.

I immediately calmed her fears by passionately kissing her while calmly slipping a finger in her tightening cunt...then a second...and finally a third, as her juices began to flow with precision. 

I felt the sticky goo cover my digits and I knew that she was ready to go.

I quickly withdrew my fingers and held them to Cami, letting her smell the delicious odors that came from my three digits.

I slipped them in her mouth, one by one, as she tasted herself, I assumed the position.

I counted to myself and plunged deep inside her with a single stroke. 

With my fingers in her mouth, she was unable to scream bloody murder but she did bite down on my fingers pretty hard.

I kept on fucking her deeply as her tits started bouncing with each up and down motion.

We climaxed soon after with screams, scratches, and overflowing cream. 

We laid on the floor and rested for a while. 

Cami pilled out a cigarette and lit up, making me laugh a little.

C: I think I'm going to have to extend this study.

B: Really...what changed your mind?

I stood up and redressed in my clash t-shirt and khakis.

She tried to rearrange her torn clothing, to no avail.

We kissed with overflowing passion for a moment and then I left her office.

As I walked out into the hallway, I found Sheila sitting in an ugly orange chair, reading Rolling Stone.

S: Well?

B: The project is still going.

S: Thanks for changing her mind.

B: Not a problem, love.

S: I got your next mission.

B: And?

S: It's a bit different...you are going to fuck these two ladies while they are still in character.

B: Stunning guest star?

S: Sort of. Jen Aniston and Courtney Cox.

B: I'm going to fuck Monica and Rachel?

S: Yeah.

B: Why not Phoebe?

S: Don't go there...

I interrupted.

B: Ex?

S: Sort of. You had an affair with her on the show.

B: Wow!

S: You ready to go?

B: Yeah but one more thing...

S: What?

B: Can I get a change of clothes? I love Mick Jones and Joe Strummer and all but I've been wearing this same Clash T-shirt forever.

S: Fine!

With a snap of her fingers, I was dressed in a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

B: Nice.

With another snap of her fingers, I was gone and I was transported once again.

MAY 24.

LOS ANGELES, CA

In a matter of seconds, I was in the green room on a soundstage in Silicone city. 

The door opened and I was called onto the set.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 8: Brad and Monica, and Brad and Rachel on the set.



The Perfect Pill Ch. 08



The Perfect Pill Ch. 8: A Fond Farewell to Good F*R*I*E*N*D*S* 

MAY 24, 2003 LOS ANGELES, CA

As I exited the green room, the festivities were already well underway. After nine seasons, Friends was finally coming to an end and I was supposed to be a return guest star as Mick, a British Expatriot and former lover of Lisa Kudrow's character (Phoebe Buffay).

I stepped onto the set and waited, as the cameras were set into position. Within a few minutes, the crew was ready to roll and we began to shoot the final scenes for the final episode.

To be completely honest, I stood around for the majority of the day, as I was only in five or six pages of the script but I eventually struck up a conversation with Matthew Perry-to kill as much time as was humanly possible.

At around 2:00, after almost four hours of shooting, it was finally time for me to shoot my scenes. As I discovered, the cast had grown much more professional over the past three seasons, since I had made my last appearance.

By about 5:30, we wrapped production and were done for the day-done forever. Tears filled the eyes of the actors as they left Monica and Chandler's apartment for the last time.

By around 6:00, David Schwimmer and Matt Le Blanc had cleaned out their dressing rooms, and headed home.

A few minutes later, Lisa and Matt Perry checked out. But before she left, Lisa and I talked a little bit as she broke down and cried. I held her for a minute or two and then she left...after giving me her numbers so that we could stay in touch.

I entered my dressing room and took a moment to gather my things. Of course, I grabbed the free fruit basket that was left for me and munches on a free apple.

As I exited the dressing room, I looked at the apartment set as it still stood, nearly perfect. And then I saw her.

It was Jennifer Aniston; she was sitting in Monica's apartment, sobbing softly to herself.

I dropped my basket and walked over to her.

She looked up at me with those puffy blue eyes that made her famous.

I shot her a goofy smile as I continued to chew on my stolen fruit.

B: Hey.

J: Hi Brad.

B: You gonna be alright?

J: Yeah...it's just tough...after 9 years.

B: To say goodbye?

J: Exactly...the idea that I'll never see Mon or Phoebe or Joey again.

B: Sure you will...they'll just be Courteney or Lisa or Matt.

J: But it's not the same...they are the characters to me.

B: Well, if it makes you feel any better...Everytime I watch the end of Home Alone, I cry because I'm afraid that I won't see Kevin McCallister again.

She laughed and kissed me

J: That was sweet.

At that exact moment, Courteney Cox approached and sat down beside us. 

C: Hey guys...

J: Court.

B: Sweets.

C: Are you going to be ok dear?

J: I think so...this one here is so funny...he cries at the end of Home Alone.

C: Well then, he's sexy and funny.

I blushed a little as she said that.

J: I'll second that.

C: I'm really pissed that Mick didn't do something with us instead of just Phoebe.

J: Ditto.

I knew that I had a pretty good chance to complete my mission then and there.

B: Well, who says that we can't make that become reality?

C: How can we do that?

J: We are in Monica's apartment.

Courteney smiled at me as I looked over at Jennifer, who looked very intrigued by the idea.

Without warning, Courteney pulled close and shoved her tongue into my mouth. She seemed surprise to find the piercing in my tongue.

C: Did you have this pierced before?

B: No.

C: We could have some fun with this one.

B: Really?

C: Oh yeah, sweetie. But stay in character...bring back the bitter Rockstar accent.

B: Alright.

She quickly shut me up again as our tongues began to dance again. 

Jennifer began to get antsy as she reached over to tease Courteney's nipples, as they were outlined through her shirt, due to the frigid studio.

I broke our embrace as I reached over and started to tickle Jennifer's flat and sexy stomach.

She erupted with extreme amusement and rolled on the floor for a moment.

As she laid there, I stripped the crop top from her well-sculpted chest. I was amazed to see her incredible breasts with their large pink areolas. I started to suckle one as I felt a strong tough on my pants.

Courteney was ripping at the seams, trying to get a look and a taste of my cock. She was struggling a bit so I stood up and pulled them off, letting my rock hard member fall into plain view.

She lunged for it as I returned to my brutal punishment of Jennifer's large nippers. I bit down on one of her nipples as she gnashed her teeth hard.

I watched Courteney slowly take more and more of my nine inch cock as she seemed to really enjoy it.

I returned my attention to Jennifer and disposing of her tight hugging jeans. With little effort, I pulled them down and found a wonderful surprise.

SHE WAS COMPLETELY SHAVEN...AS BARE AS WAS HUMANLY POSSIBLE.

I was also surprised to find a butterfly tattooed on her hip. I pulled her jeans down to her feel and began to taste to unrestricted cunt as its smell led me down the path to pleasure.

At that exact moment, Courteney began to jack me off with slow precision while rubbing Jennifer's aroused nipples.

With both of them preoccupied, I decided to take a move.

I stopped licking Jennifer's lovely cunt and got onto my knees.

I positioned the precum-covered head of my cock at the entrance of Jennifer's ass and quickly slammed all nine inches inside.

Her face showed a mixture of displeasure and incredible enjoyment.

I motioned for Courteney to join me as I worked on Jennifer.

As I was fucking Jennifer's tight ass, Courteney began to use her tongue to deeply penetrate Jen's dripping cunt in complete synchronicity.

She moaned as we fucking faster and faster, making her nearly scream with desire.

Moments later, her juices would cover the face of the lovely Courteney Cox and my warm cum would drip from her tight little ass.

We all rested for a minute or two before I pulled out of Jen and let her lick the remaining white gold from my fading cock.

Courteney began to lick the immense amount of cum from Jen's ass as I slowly injected my rejuvenated cock into Court's sloppy cunt.

She moaned as I pushed deeper into her and as I hit the world famous G-Spot that can make you a sexual god to your woman.

She pushed me back down to the floor as she began to ride me like a true cowgirl would a horse.

As Court fucked me, Jen jumped up and put her dripping cunt into my face. I happily ate her while using my lower body to fuck Court with absolute enjoyment. 

When I felt as though I was about to cum, I pulled out and shot a long hard load all over Courteney's good-sized tits. In no time, Jennifer was already licking the hot spunk from her friend's chest. 

I was trying to recover when I found both of them licking and sucking my frail cock, cleaning cum and juices from it.

The evening ended with more of the same. 

When we finally got cleaned up and left the studio, it was nearly 1 in the morning. We all smiled and parted ways with fond memories of group sex and the end of an era in the world of television.

As I left the studio and got into my car, I found a fax on the seat from my old friend Sheila:

"Brad-

Get back to your hotel and get your stuff together. 

You've really got a plane to catch.

       -Sheila"

I wondered what was in store for me as I hoped into my car and drove to the local burger joint.

I ordered a double bacon cheeseburger meal and ate it on the way.

I arrived at the hotel and went in.

As I exited the elevator and entered a room at the end of the hall.

I turned on the light and found an envelope sitting on the nightstand.

As I opened it, I found a plane ticket, a backstage pass with a day in June written on it, and a copy of my original list with names crossed out and a note on the bottom:

"B: 

6 and 7 are next...you're mission is almost through...but, you've got a very important decision coming up...so make sure you are open to every possible situation."

JUNE 10

After a 12 hour flight and little sleep, I was in Paris for a music festival and another crazy love session.

I was walking through the backstage area when I was suddenly yanked into a room and I stood before a rocking chick wearing her long strawberry blonde hair, a smile, and little else

To be continued...Chapter 9: Gwen Stefani and Britney Spears: Together at Last? 



The Perfect Pill Ch. 09



The Perfect Pill Ch. 9: A Brief Spring Sojourn In Paris 

JUNE 10 2003

After a 12 hour flight and little sleep, I was in Paris for a music festival and another crazy love session.

I was walking through the backstage area when I was suddenly yanked into a room and I stood before a rocking chick wearing her long strawberry blonde hair, a smile, and little else.

I found myself staring down Gwen Stefani, as she stood before me, in a lacey shirt and a tight pair of leather pants, along with a visible red thong.

I was instantly hot as I looked at the lustful demeanor on her porcelain face.

I could only stare as her flawless smile nearly turned me to stone…in the places where I wasn’t already.

She pushed me against the wall as she pulled her hair a stubby ponytail and then we kissed hard.

We continued to passionately embrace until we were nearly out of breath and then she broke the silence.

G: Hey sexy beast.

B: Hey G-Lamb.

I was surprised that I had blurted that out but she was quite surprised.

G: You remembered…It’s been too long.

B: Really…how long?

G: Almost a month and a half…I can’t be away from my husband for that long.

I nearly choked on my tongue.

B: That sounds so foreign to me.

G: I know. I like fiancée better than Husband or Wife.

I was very happy. One of the most gorgeous rocking women didn’t marry one crazy Brit…instead, she married another wild boy--me!!!

B: Let’s just go back to that…from now on…you’re my lawfully wedded fiancée.

G: I agree. My back is killing me…

B: I’ll help you out…lay down on the rug.

She laid down on the rug and started to relax.

G: Where did you learn to do this?

B: Back when I was a lifeguard.

G: Well then, why didn’t we ever do this before?

B: I have no idea.

I got down on my knees and started to rub her back slowly.

G: Do my neck too…it’s really stiff.

B: Alright but, listen—this is going to hurt a little bit when I crack you. So you’re gonna have to bite it for a second but you’ll feel great afterwards.

G: Ok but promise that you won’t hurt me too much.

B: I promise…I would never ever hurt my angel…not after I tattooed her on my shoulder.

I stood up and pulled off my shirt, to show her the tattoo with her name on it.

G: That’s so sweet…you can start.

B: Right…on three…One…Two…Three.

She let out a little whimper as I slightly realigned her vertebrae.

We kissed again and I rubbed her back a little bit more, trying to alleviate the remaining pain from her posterior.

G: That was good…do my neck now.

B: Untie your top so I can get nice and tight in there.

She untied her thin top and laid there, breathing softly.

I started to rub her neck with both force and extreme care.

Short moans escaped her warm mouth as I continued to lessen the tension in her neck.

I bend over and kissed the back of neck while I worked, trying to make it a more intimate process.

A few minutes later, she had had enough and told me to stop…I complied.

She turned over and we kissed again.

She had failed to retie her top and I got an incredible view that returned my member to stone.

Her pink nipples were at full attention as they fell from her top.

She knew that I was looking at them but she decided not to bother putting them back into place, inside her tattered top.

We started to kiss more passionately and she broke it when she felt my stone cold friend pressing against her waist.

She smiled and moved her hand down to rub it through my faded jeans.

She moved to the zipper and was prepared to remove it from its right compartment when a knock came upon the door and all was ruined.

A production manager called from the outside—“Five minutes, Gwen.”

I threw my head back and sighed deeply.

G: Damn it. You’ve only been here for twenty minutes and I have to fucking go on stage. I’ll make this up to you.

B: Don’t worry about…

G: No… your ego needs to be stroked and kissed. And rubbed and stroked. And kissed and covered in a puddle of sweet juice.

She cut me off once more as we kissed again.

She stood up and pulled me up too.

I fixed her top and patted her on the back.

We both walked out of the dressing room and headed for the stage.

I kissed her passionately again as she walked out and started performing.

I stood and watched for a little while before I decided to wander around…trying to find my second subject.

I was completely lost because I could not remember the person that I had put in the seventh place on the list.

Then, I reached into my pocket and found a battered copy of my list with things circled and scratched out. 

I stared at the list, dumbfounded. I was supposed to dick down the most adamant lying virgin that I had ever seen—Britney Spears. 

With my backstage pass and British wit, I felt as though, I could get into her tight leather pants and penetrate that supposed virgin.

I got a hold of a list with locations of dressing rooms on it and I quickly made my way to hers.

I knocked on the door, as it seemed to open automatically. I was incredibly surprised to see a glowing smile on her face when she saw me.

She was sitting in a recliner in the corner of the room, completely alone.

Britney: Wasn’t expecting to see you, Mr. Hollywood.

Brad: Changed my plans to come to this show.

Britney: Is Gwen on stage?

Brad: Yes she is.

Britney: Good cause I’m not gonna share my cherry popping night with any other horny broads.

Brad: Whatever warms your oven.

Britney: Funny and sexy.

Brad: Anything specific that you wanted to do tonight?

Britney: Get popped.

Brad: We’ve already established that…

Britney: No…just some dirty filthy sex without any strings attached.

Brad: Alrighty then.

She smiled and pulled at her white robe.

Britney: Speaking of strings…

As the robe fell to the floor, she was wearing a string bikini that immediately rejuvenated me…even after four sleepless nights in a row.

Little time passed before I was attacking her string bikini and ripping it from her well defined teenage body. 

In a matter of seconds, she was completely aroused and completely exposed. 

I looked her over from top to bottom and there were so many things that are irresistible to any guy in his twenties.

Perfect (and natural) C-cup breasts, a cute stomach, pierced navel, a sexy little tattoo on her back, a nice, tight ass just waiting to be popped, and the crème de la crème, a gorgeous cunt with a small tuft of pubes in the shape of a playboy bunny.

She relaxed deeper into the soft chair as I pushed the footrest up and fell to my knees about to enjoy something incredible.

I pushed my tongue from my mouth and began to tease her enflamed love button with the tip of the long barbell in my tongue.

She released a sound of excitement in the form of a high-pitched squeak that made me stumbled a little before returning to my work.

I continued to readily eat from her love box until she reached a point of orgasm. Her entire body began to shake; as what I assumed was her first true orgasm tore through her young body.

As she orgasmed, a warm rush of juices escaped her tight little hole and I readily enjoyed them. After a few minutes, she returned to normal and was more than ready to move on with our sexual escapades.

As she rested from the powerful explosion that ripped through her fantastic body, I decided that something must be done to insure that her first time is the best she has ever had but also include an element of surprise.

I found a scrap of fabric; cut from her shirt before her performance and I told her to get on all fours.

I found a set of prop handcuffs and restrained her hands. Then, I used the fabric to cover her eyes and take her cherries without being able to fight back…and she wouldn’t know what I was doing.

She seemed afraid of what was going to happen when she wearily remarked—“Please be gentle with me”.

I didn’t really listen and responded, “Whatever”.

I revived my sleeping member and held it at the opening of her sticky cunt, rubbing it against the puckered hole.

Without any warning, I filled her completely with one thrust and she expelled a massive scream of pain.

In a matter of two and a half seconds, I had popped a popstar’s cherry.

She again began to shake and I tried to comfort her by kissing her passionately while also trying to silence her eight octave shouts.

After a few minutes, she relaxed and was more than eager to take it in another hole.

I obliged.

I placed the head of my cock at her backdoor and pushed it inside. To my surprise, she was very loose in her ass. “America’s Sweetheart” was nothing more than a cum-guzzling whore.

ONE HOUR LATER.

I pulled up my pants and walked from the dressing room.

I had fucked the lovely Britney Spears in all three of her holes and successfully filled her with twelve gallons of sticky cum.

As I walked down the hall, Gwen caught me and told me that it was time to go.

I was unsure of where we were going but I was definitely going to settle my promise of “relaxing” Ms. Stefani in the best of ways.

JULY 25, 2003.

After almost two months of touring Europe with Gwen and No Doubt, everyone was ready to close another touring chapter and open one of rest.

I woke up that morning in Southern California—to be specific—in the bed of Gwen Stefani…covered in sweat from a love fest the previous night.

A wake up kiss and a wake up hump started off the perfect day that would become the perfect night.

On the counter, there were two tickets to the premiere of Tomb Raider 2 with the company of the lovely Gwen…my final mission was going just fine.

To be continued...Chapter 10: Raiding the tomb raider and all is revealed.



The Perfect Pill Ch. 10



Chapter 10: The Tomb Raider & The End Of The Line

JULY 25, 2003.

After almost two months of touring Europe with Gwen and No Doubt, everyone was ready to close another touring chapter and open one of rest.

I woke up that morning in Southern California-to be specific-in the bed of Gwen Stefani...covered in sweat from a love fest the previous night.

A wake up kiss and a wake up hump started off the perfect day that would become the perfect night.

On the counter, there were two tickets to the premiere of Tomb Raider 2 with the company of the lovely Gwen...my final mission was going to be just fine.

The premiere was filled with stars and wannabes. I was ill prepared for the tons of interviews that I would have to give before the film's outstanding debut.

As the movie came and went, I was surprised and shocked at the ending of such an excellent sequel.

As the credits began to roll, I felt Gwen grip my hand with all her strength as we began to whisper back and forth.

G: Are we going to the after party?

B: Who's gonna be there?

G: It's a smaller one...with Ali Landry and some other big stars. Angelina supposed to be coming too.

B: All right then...if you want to go.

We kissed for a REALLY long moment before standing up to leave.

We walked through the front of the theatre and found our limo.

A few moments later, we were at a plush L.A. mansion.

As we climbed from the limo, Gwen smiled at me in a lustful way and then we entered the house.

As the front door opened, I noticed the extremely tame and neat surroundings, especially for something in the Silicone City.

It was 10pm when we arrived and the party was jumping until around 3 the next morning...without seeing Angelina.

Gwen and I mingled amongst some of Hollywood's greatest-like George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Charlize Theron.

At 3am, the party thinned out and I never saw Angelina during the whole night.

As we left, my cell phone rang and I was excited to hear the beautiful voice on the other end.

After hanging up the phone, I told the driver to take us to a mansion just outside of Los Angeles.

We pulled up around 3:20 and got out as the car pulled away.

It was very quiet as we entered the house.

After we entered, I noticed that it was pitch black. Suddenly, the door slammed and locked automatically...then, the lights came up and I was shocked at what I saw.

The eleven women that I had fucked over the last year, all sitting throughout the room.

I quickly panned the room and exchanged smiles with each of them.

Shortly there after, Sheila entered from a bedroom upstairs, smiling like the sun shines.

She stood in front of a stone textured fireplace as it suddenly lit to a roaring fire...and then, she spoke.

S: "Brad...you are here to make a very important decision about your future. You have several choices to choose from and many beautiful ladies to live with for all eternity."

B: "Wow...I had not idea that I had to make such a difficult choice."

She smiled.

S: oh, don't worry, dear...you have all the time you need to make your decisions...after all, they are about your eternal happiness-in a literal fashion."

I started to remember all the fun days and nights and days that I had had with these lovely ladies...I found it hard to choose, all of them were perfect and beautiful.

Throughout the remainder of the night, I pondered my choices but I was almost never alone even when I went to take a leak.

As I shut the bathroom door and unzipped my fly, the shower curtain began to move.

I walked over and pulled the curtain way...to my dismay, I found Angelina Jolie, in a bubble filled tub.

B: "Whoa...I didn't realize that there was somebody in here."

A: "Well, you do now...what are you going to do about it?"

B: "I'm gonna apologize and go piss in the kitchen sink."

A: "Chanting...but, you really have a lot on your mind, am I right?"

I sighed and stared into her beautifully haunting blue eyes. I froze and quickly sat down on the toilet lid.

B: "I have so much shit and so many possibilities to deal with right now...and I still have to deal with your beauty."

She smiled deviously and zinged me back.

A: "You're just gonna have to wait...I'm so full of surprises."

I shifted an eyebrow and turned to leave the room.

As I walked down to the living room, I was caught by my first fucking victim/lover...Pink.

P: "Hey Sexy."

I smiled shyly and walked down the stairs to the living room, in hopes of catching something interesting on TV...but, as usual, 450 channels and nothing but the same episode of Gilligan's Island.

I found a comfortable leather couch in the corner of the room and fell asleep for a brief moment.

When I awoke, I had come to a decision.

I got up and walked towards the fireplace, where all of the ladies were waiting to find out who I had chosen to live my perfect life with: courtesy of the perfect pill.

I made my way over to Sheila and whispered my decision into her ear...her face showed a sly smile as she reached for a remote control, located on a coffee table.

S: "Well ladies, Brad has made a decision as to his fate and I'm going to announce that shortly...but, first-I'm going to show him what would have happened had he chosen any of the eleven other fine ladies.

With the push of a button, a flat screen TV came down from the ceiling and the lights dimmed.

Suddenly, the screen flashed, as the clips were set into motion.

As the show continued, I was incredibly glad that I had made the decision that I had because of the series of misfortunes that occurred with each of the other ladies.

The screen and lights rose as Sheila again stepped forward to state the obvious.

S: "Obviously ladies, Brad chose to live with Cameron and that concludes the test study of the so-called "Perfect Pill"...Thank you and there is coffee and cake waiting in the kitchen."

I smiled as I wondered over to the dumbfounded Cameron Diaz, as she sat on the kitchen counter.

I entered the kitchen, picked her up, and made the way to her car.

She gave me the keys and we drove back to San Diego.

When we arrived back at her place, I carried her inside and locked the door with little time wasted.

THE NEXT MORNING

I woke up beside the one woman who I was to spend the rest of my life with and I was so overjoyed.

Then, came a knock at the door.

I was surprised but not entirely shocked as I saw who stood in the doorframe.

It was my favorite Guru, Sheila, dressed as a maid.

I turned back to the sleeping Cameron and then back to Sheila.

She motioned for me to move towards her.

I exited the bed carefully and complied.

We walked to the hallway and she started to expel a stream of ideas. 

She wanted to tell me about everything that was ahead of me but I refused.

In the end, Cameron and I lived together happily for eternity.

And thanks to the pills I gained additional stamina over the years that I would use it.

As for the rest of the world, The Perfect Pill became even more successful than Viagra and it even slowed the divorce rate to around 15%.

It happened because I helped Cameron to change the effects of the pill down so that the men (or women) who used it would imagine their partner was the actual celebrity fuck...instead of sending the user through time and space.

As for Cameron and I, we got married in Vegas and had three daughters and a son.

They grew up and lived successful lives.

Our oldest daughter, Chloe, took over the company after Cameron retired in 2030.

Our middle daughter, Jade, became a famed director in the field of slapstick comedy.

Our son, Jonas, started an internet company and was it's CEO...until it went bust...He now writes the screenplays to Jade's films.

Our youngest daughter, Harmony, grew up to become an actress herself...and to top it all off-she is an exact clone for her lovely mother.

Cameron didn't age on the outside and stayed young forever.

We can still make love like the first time...all these years later.

As for Sheila...she has stayed on as our housekeeper, very happily for almost 35 years now.

And just between you and me, Sheila and I have a long standing appoint to "Rock the Casbah" inside the pool house out back.

And sometimes, Cameron joins us in our fun but usually it's just a one on one affair.

I have truly found the perfect pill.