Traci shakes her head, spraying sweet perspiration over the couch.
“No, Never. This was my first time. My first fuck was horrible, but this was fantastic. How about you, Karla? How many young girls have you had?”
Karla blushes and admits, “This is my first time, too. But it won’t be my last. Don’t get me wrong. Fucking my husband is wonderful, but this was something special. I guess we have Formula 96 to thank for that.”
Traci stands and takes Karla’s hands. “Yeah, I think having sex with men is great too, with the right man, that is. In fact, my boyfriend, Don, just about fucked my brains out on our date tonight. He’s an insatiable stud with a monster cock. I’m surprised I had anything left to give. But when I drank your lemonade something came over me. I felt so turned on and your body looked so sexy that I just had to have you. My breasts, clit, and pussy lips seemed to swell more than ever before. I was on fire. And I can’t believe that I am still excited, a little. What happens now?”
Karla picks up her clothes and replies, “Well, first we need to get dressed and straighten this place up. It probably smells like a “cat house” with all the pussy juice we sprayed around. Then we need to record the results in my lab journal. We will also need to do more testing. And we need to find out what effect it has on men. I suppose I could start by testing it on my husband, Bill. It may not be a fair test, though. The poor guy has been away so long in an Arab country that he will be like a bull when he gets home. But at least I can find out if it makes his cum as sweet as it did ours. That might change a lot of women’s minds about sucking cock. What do you think?”
Traci squirms as she finishes dressing. “Well, I already like sucking cock, I mean giving fellatio, dear doctor. Don thinks I am a real slut and he loves it. But his spunk is a little funky sometimes; you know what I mean? Can I try Formula 96 on him too?”
Without answering, Karla looks anxiously at the clock and exclaims, “Oh my God, it’s almost 1:30, way past the building curfew. We have to get out of here before a guard discovers us and starts asking silly questions. They could probably hear us howling like a couple of cats in heat all over the building.”
Just then there is a demanding knock at the door followed by the cautious entrance of a nervous young guard. He stands crouched in the doorway waving his flashlight around the room, dimly lit by a single desk lamp on the lab table.
Satisfied that there is no immediate danger, he straightens himself to his full 6’2” and blurts nervously, “What are you people doing here? Don’t you know it’s way past the midnight curfew? I’ll have to report this to security. Who are you? What are your names?
“Now just calm down, young man, “ Karla scolds. “I’m Dr. Karla Johnson and this is my summer intern, Traci King. And we are ladies, not people! Just who do you think you are barging into my lab like this?
“All right, all right, pardon me, Mam,” the guard backpedals. “I’m Jeff Adams, a part-time security officer with Industrial Security Services. But you still haven’t told me what you ladies are doing here after curfew.”
“Well, Jeff,” Karla starts to purr. “I’m so glad that we have someone so strong and handsome guarding our building. Traci and I were working late testing a secret formula that we wouldn’t want to fall into the wrong hands. How long have you been with us?”
Karla and Traci give Jeff an unabashed once over as he begins to relax. They wonder if he is as ripped as he seems to be under his form-fitting uniform. Jeff has close-cropped blond hair and the chiseled features of a male model.