****** A Little Pill, Part 2 by gord1111@hotmail.com ******
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A Little Pill, Part 2


Please read A Little Pill before reading this story. If you are unable to, I
will provide a brief summary of the first story. If you are under the legal age
in your area, please do not read this. I have received many complimentary
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A Little Pill 2 ... continuation

I met George, Jim and Barb in a Vegas casino. Jim fed me a pill that made me
absolutely crazy for sex. Being a conservative person and having always been
faithful to my hubby, this pill and the sexual feelings it caused were totally
foreign to me. I did not know how to handle them. The three of them succeeded
in taking me to their hotel suite where I was royally eaten by Barb, fucked in
the butt by George and I gave the best BJ ever to Jim. The passion caused by
the pill and the sexual experiences forced me to pass out after the most
powerful climax I had ever had. When I awoke, I was in my home with my hubby
Gordon asleep beside me.

A Little Pill, Part 2

When I awoke, I was in my bed, in my home and next to me was Gordon, sound
asleep. I sat there for a while, thinking about what had happened, or rather,
how it had happened. I know, without question, that I had experienced what I
did. This was evidenced by the fact that both my pussy and anus were very sore.
Further, I still felt the lingering feelings of the sensitivity, although much
less than before. I looked at my watch, 3:20 a.m., about 8 hours after the
episode. How could this have happened? How did I end up here, in my bed? How is
it that Gordon is next to me as if nothing had happened? Surely he must have
known. George, Jim and Barb must have brought me home. But how? And, how did
they get past Gordon? I sat there for an hour pondering hundreds of questions.
I could not sleep so I decided to get up and make a cup of coffee.

As I waited for the coffee to perc, I looked around for something that might
assist, anything. I searched through the drawers, message pads, the den and
finally ended up in Gordon's office. He always had lots of papers on his desk;
I seldom went in there for fear of disturbing his work. I flipped through some
papers but found nothing. It bothered me so much, I decided to wake him up and
discuss this with him. I shook him and told him I had to talk to him about
something. He appeared very concerned and followed me down to the kitchen. I
really did not know where to start, so I started at the beginning, going
through the happenings. When I got to the part where George and Barb were
feeling my breasts and nipples, he started questioning me as to how I could
allow that to happen. I burst into tears and told him that that was nothing,
that I sucked Jim's cock, allowed Barb to eat me and I ate her and George
fucked me in the ass. He was totally shocked and sat there with his mouth open.
He hugged me and asked me to keep going.

I went through the entire episode with him interrupting me from time to time to
get more details. After an hour, he got up and called the hotel and inquired
about whom rented the suite that I was in. The desk person said that the room
was not occupied, that it has not been so for a few days. This visibly upset
Gordon, he told me to get dressed, that we were off to the hotel. We arrived
and he spoke to the desk clerk. The clerk confirmed the room had not been
rented. Gordon demanded to see the manager who appeared shortly there after.
The manager checked and suggested we view the room. Gordon insisted we go up
and confirm the room but I did not want to. As we entered the room, I felt
sick. It was the room but it was spotless. It was evident that they had cleaned
up, possibly before taking me home. On our way back to our home, Gordon told me
that he did believe me, that he felt horrible for my experience and it in no
way affected how he felt for me. He was convinced that I was drugged and he
would get to the bottom of it (no pun intended). For the next several days,
Gordon called me about every hour from his office, insuring I was all right.
This meant a lot to me as I felt his support and understanding to be very real.
As time progressed, life seemed to slowly get back to normal. A couple of
months had passed and I was feeling better.

One afternoon, Marg, a very close friend called inviting me out to a fashion
party. I had told her of my experience earlier, she was also very understanding
and supportive. She suggested we go out, look at some nice clothing and have a
good time. I had not been out since that time, so I reluctantly agreed. Marg is
10 years younger than I, very attractive and in excellent shape. She and I are
often taken for sisters, as we do tend to dress and act similarly. That Friday
she picked me up at my home and off we went. She said the fashion party was
being held in a large motel room, as there were to be quite a few other gals.
We arrived, entered the room and were greeted by three absolutely gorgeous gals
in their mid 20s. They introduced themselves as Carol, Sharon and Betty, our
hostesses for the evening. All were dressed in tight, seductive low-cut dresses
of semi transparent materials. Betty in particular was very striking, certainly
with her long blonde hair and large breasts; she was a knockout. There were
three other woman there they introduced. They were quite a bit younger than I.
The hostesses explained how the show would be conducted, Sharon and Betty would
model and Carol would moderate. We were served wine, chatted for a while, then
the show began.

At the end of the room was a large selection of clothing of all types and a
small changing area. Carol seated Marg and I on chairs next to the changing
area. The chairs were positioned in such a way that we could see partially into
the change area. We both thought this a little strange, but did not make any
comments to Carol. The two models went into the change area, stripped their
gowns off and stared putting on other cloths. I glanced into the area and saw
Betty completely nude. She seemed to stand there and pose, as if it were for
me. Here pussy was shaven, her breasts large and pointed and her long blonde
hair placed to the sides of her breasts. She ran her hands over her flat tummy,
then touched her privates. I blushed and turned looking to the front. The
evening went along fairly well with the exception of Betty continuing to expose
herself to me. I found that at times, I could not help but look at her.
Whenever I did, she put on a bit of a private show and I will admit, it turned
me on. She became bolder and bolder until she was actually spreading her pussy
lips and playing with her button. My heart was pounding and my juices flowing
but I did not want to get involved with another woman so I tried to focus on
the show.

The wine was going down pretty well. Every time a glass was half full, all
glasses were refilled. I think all us gals were getting pretty stewed by the
time the show was nearing the end. The other gals purchased various items, I, a
new sexy bikini and Marg a nice pantsuit. Carol said we have to model the new
clothing. Marg went first with her suit, then the other gals. We laughed and
had a good time as the gals modeled their purchases. It then became my turn. I
was very apprehensive but the others told me to go ahead and do it. I went into
the change area and noticed Betty sitting in my chair. She smiled a "come-on"
type smile and slowly spread her legs. I had a bit of a buzz and said, "To hell
with her," to myself. If she wants to see me, then why not? I stripped and very
slowly, put the top of the bikini on while playing with my nipples. I put on
the bottoms while playing with my box. I looked at Betty and saw a look of lust
as she squeezed her legs tightly together. I modeled the bikini and the gals
loved it. It was very skimpy, barely covering my assets and made me look pretty
darn good.

I returned to the change area and started taking the bikini off and noticed
Betty staring at me again. I said what the heck and gave her another show, this
time slowly rubbing my clit and fingering my opening. I then changed back into
my dress. We sat around for a while, had a couple more glasses of wine then
said our good-byes.

The three gals left first. Carol suggested we have one more for the road before
Marg and I left, we said sure and sat down. Unbeknownst to either Marg or
myself, Betty poured another glass of wine and added the power from the
infamous dark blue capsule, two in mine and one in Marg's. After mixing the
powder in the wine, she handed the glasses to us. We were chatting about
various things when I began to feel the same sensations I felt two months
earlier. At first I did not believe this and tried to fight it. As time went
on, I knew I had been given the drug. I turned to Marg and was about to tell
her when I noticed she was flushed and consumed.

Carol went to her and said, "What's the matter sweetie?" She placed her arm
around her and kisses her cheek.

"Marg" I cried, "They gave us that pill I told you about. I have the same
sensations only they are building much faster. Let's get out of here, now!"

Betty came over to me, placed her hand on my right breast and said, "Now Wendy,
there is no hurry. Sure we gave you a little pill, but you know you want to be
with me. You loved watching me undress and play with myself didn't you? You
even gave me a little show in return. All the pill does is allow your true
feeling to rise to the surface. You need to be with women, to have your cunt
sucked and to suck cunt in return. You need to suck cock and be fucked by big
young cocks too. A few friends will be joining us later, they will make you
happy."

She kissed me on the lips and slid my shoulder straps down revealing my naked
breasts. Sharon came over and took one of my nipples in her mouth and gently
played with it. Betty took the other in her mouth. I was back where I had been
two months earlier, only now I was almost totally deranged. My pussy was on
fire, much worse than the other night. There was no way that I would be able to
stop them. "How did this happen so quickly?" I kept asking myself. Is this
true? Does the pill allow your true self-out? If so, does my true self want to
make love to and with women? My mind whirled as I allowed the two women to
remove my dress. Carol and Marg were deeply kissing. Carol removed Marg's
blouse, unclipped her bra and allowed her beautiful melons to fall free. Carol
forced Marg back on the bed lying to her one side and started undoing the
clasps of her skirt. Shortly, Marg lifted her butt allowing Carol to remove her
skirt. Her pink and very wet panties followed. Carol broke their kiss and moved
to Marg's breasts. Marg moaned, grabbed Carol's head and told her, "Oh yes,
bite my nips, suck them hard, yes, use your beautiful mouth on my tits."

The two girls on me were really going at my nipples. Betty slid down to my
tummy then lower. She rested between my thighs, took her tongue and outlined my
sensitive slit. Involuntary, I let began to cry. I needed her tongue in me so
very badly. I heard myself say, "Oh Betty, you are so good, please fuck me with
your tongue. Please jam that love piece into me, don't ever stop."

Betty was certainly an expert. She knew exactly how to make a woman feel
exceptional. My passion rose with that lovely feeling of my approaching climax.
Sharon moved, straddled me and lowered her pussy to face. That wonderful scent
of another woman's cunt is indefinable. I quickly extended my tongue, run it up
and down her slit, then drove it into her opening. I absolutely loved her taste
and could not get enough of it. Sharon purred, telling me to suck her clit. She
called me a fabulous cunt eater and ground her pussy harder into me. Carol was
down on Marg, eating her womanhood. Marg was squealing holding onto Carol's
head and mumbling, "Ohhhh Carol, yes, eat my starved pussy, rub your delicate
tongue over my hot clit, yes, make me feel like a true woman, I have never felt
this way before, ohhhh, yes, suck my cunt."

I was nearing the best climax of my life, better than the other night when all
of a sudden; the door opened and in walked two fellas. They started cheering
and clapping their hands telling us, "Go baby go, eat those tight, tasty
cunts."

I looked up and could not believe my eyes, it was George and Jim, the two that
had forced me two months ago. How did they know about this? Why were they here?
Why did they walk in just as I was about to experience a most marvelous orgasm?
Sharon placed her crotch back against my face and told me, "They are here
because you want them here. You loved sucking Jim's big young cock and have him
cum down your throat. You loved being fucked up your virgin ass with a huge
fuck pole. You love to taste wet pussy with juice dripping into your mouth. You
love the special taste of cunt and you love to have another woman eat you the
way that only another woman can. You like to be told what to do by others as
this takes the responsibility away from you. Now, suck my clit."

George and Jim quickly stripped. Jim went to Marg and Carol, neither of them
breaking stride. Jim climbed over Marg and with his huge cock in his hand,
stuck it into her mouth. He sighed and said, "Oh ya baby, suck that fuck pole,
I wanna fuck that cunt face of yours all night."

George came over to us and said, "Remember me sweetie, you have the nicest and
tightest ass I have very fucked. I could not wait to fuck that bung hole of
yours again." He pushed Betty to one side and told her to suck my nipples. He
raised my legs over my head so they were beside Sharon, stuck one then two
fingers into my ass and placed the head of his huge weapon against my butt
hole.

"Remember the last time babe? Remember how I took your ass cherry? You loved me
pounding my cock into you didn't you? You loved me pounding my fuck stick deep
into your being." With that he drove hard with the head of his dick entering
me. I jumped and tried to move away from the invasion. The last time he did
this, he was gentle and patient. Now he was rough and crude and it hurt a lot.

"Oh no you don't bitch," he yelled and grabbed my ass checks with his hands and
drove in further. "Ya, super tight, just as I remember it" he said as he
started to pump his thick cock in and out of me. He then told Betty, "Get over
here and eat her clit."

It must have been a lurid sight, me eating Sharon with her box against my face,
Betty sucking on my clit and George fucking my ass. The pain in my butt began
to ease, the tongue on my clit was incredible and eating Sharon's clit was
unbelievable. George started pumping my ass hard yelling, "Ya bitch, I'm gonna
come quarts into your shit hole. Ohhhhh it feels so good. I love watching my
hard cock saw into your nice tight pucker. Feel this you slut, I'm gonna come
and fill your bung hole."

He began to pound harder and harder, faster and faster. Betty sucked my clit
gently biting it and ran her tongue round my opening while Sharon ground her
cunt into my face.

George yelled, "Ohhhh ya slut, cock sucker, ass cunt, this is it."

I felt his cock swell and streams of hot cum fill my shit hole.

Sharon screamed, "Oh baby, yes, yes, yes, suck it, bite my clit, oh I am coming
sooooooo hard."

She forced her pelvis against my mouth as she shook and trembled. This was far
too much for me. The feeling of hot cum being shot into my ass and Betty on my
clit brought me to the most powerful climax I had ever had. I passed out. As
happened before, when I awoke, I was in my own bed, my own house and sleeping
beside me was Gordon.


To be continued....

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