0 comments/ 27558 views/ 1 favorites The Sweetest Thing Ch. 01 By: Bullrun Karla Johnson, Ph.D., is an industrial research chemist with New Age Chemical Corporation in San Diego, California. She is racing to meet a deadline to find a synthetic sweetener in time to earn a large bonus. She has discovered a promising formula with no disagreeable after taste or side effects, but has not tested it fully. She is working late Saturday night to test Formula 96, the product of a line of research similar to the one followed by the developers of Viagra. Karla did her undergraduate studies at Stanford and received her doctorate from Cal Tech, where she met her husband, Bill. Bill is a Professional Engineer with Global Industries, an international development firm. He has been on an overseas business trip for over a month on a major construction project. Karla misses him deeply, especially his passionate lovemaking. Both of them pride themselves with staying fit. At 35, Karla keeps her statuesque 5'8" figure firm and flexible with daily workouts in the company fitness center and nightly laps in their heated oversize backyard pool. Bill, also in his mid-thirties, has a similar regimen to keep his 5'11" body looking much younger. Some of the guys in the locker room have commented that he could be on the cover of a men's fitness magazine. Others who have seen the impressive horse cock dangling between his legs in the shower joke that he could be a Playgirl centerfold, especially since he has no tan lines. Bill and Karla are social nudists and enjoy sunning on Black's Beach or on the deck of their secluded backyard pool in an upscale suburb of San Diego. Dr. Johnson, as her associates call her, is taking advantage of Bill's absence to devote extra hours to research. Formula 96 seems like it might be a winner. It dissolves well in every liquid she has tested, adding the same sweetness as refined sugar with a hint of honey, but without the metallic aftertaste so common to synthetic sweeteners. As Karla checks her lab journal she decides to try another test. Can Formula 96 make good lemonade, her favorite drink and mixer? Karla mixes a pitcher of lemonade using fresh lemons and chilled bottled water and a few drops of Formula 96. After a few tries she discovers that one drop sweetens eight ounces just the way she likes it. A smile of victory spreads across her face as she sips her lemonade. She glances at the clock and sees that it is almost midnight. She downs the rest of her lemonade and opens her journal to record her results. She tries to describe the honey sweet flavor of the formula and the lingering sweetness it leaves in her mouth. As she is writing, Karla begins to feel a flush spreading through her body. It reminds her of the effects of a strong drink. She notices that her skin is very sensitive and she is beginning to perspire. She removes her lab coat as her pulse rate increases. Now she is feeling warmth and tingling in her breasts and groin like she feels when she and Bill make love. "Could this be a side effect of the formula?" She wonders. Erotic images begin to race through her mind as she gives her body over to the growing sexual sensations. She decides not to fight her feelings and to use herself as a test subject to see what will happen. Without thinking much about it, she begins to remove her clothes. First her comfortable sweat suit and sneakers, and then her bra and panties fall to the floor. Her hands move gently over her body caressing her shoulders, her sensitive breasts with their nipples standing almost painfully erect, her smooth tight buttocks, and her firm thighs. She is trembling with passion now, hardly able to stand. She moves to the overstuffed leather couch in her lab. Karla lays back, facing the door, with her head on one arm of the couch and her feet on the other. She spreads her legs and runs her hands slowly up her thighs. The thought that someone might walk in and see her like this just intensifies the eroticism of the moment. Her trim bush is moist with the lubrication flowing from her vagina. Her labia are full and flushed. The slightest touch sends waves of pleasure through her body. Her clitoris, throbbing for attention, is larger and harder that it has ever been. Karla slips her hand into the juices flowing from her cunt and spreads the slippery liquid over her miniature penis. The shock is like a jolt of electricity. She has never been so excited. She is almost frightened by the intense sensations. Karla wants to stop now, to let the rational scientist take charge again. But she can't stop. She can't regain control. She has gone too far. She is lying spread-eagled on her lab couch playing with her pussy in all the joy of a teenager overwhelmed by the passion of discovery. She doesn't care. It feels so good! Why hasn't she done this before to calm the frustration of separation from Bill? She places her index and middle fingers on either side of her clit and presses down. Her clit pops out between her fingers. She presses and releases as it moves in and out of the V in her fingers. She alternates pressing with moving her fingers up and down the side of her little bud, slowly at first and then faster and faster. She is moaning now, louder and louder, in the low guttural growl of a woman in heat. The feeling is exquisite. Karla's clit continues to grow and throb. Her whole body is shaking now in spasms of sheer ecstasy. Deep in her groin she can feel a pressure building, begging for release. Her hips are grinding her hand into her pussy now, harder, faster. "Oh sweet Lord," she whispers. "This is so good! Yes. Yes. Here it comes. Almost there. Don't stop now! Oh! Oh!" Suddenly Karla feels an explosion of pleasure as her hips buck up one last time and she ejaculates her female fluid all over her loving hands. Gush after gush springs from her vagina as she rocks her head from side to side, biting her lip to stifle a scream of joy. She has never ejaculated before. It is marvelous! Karla's summer intern, Traci, is passing by the lab building returning from a Saturday night date when she sees the lights on in Dr. Johnson's lab. Thinking she might be able to help Dr. Johnson, she parks her car and heads for the lab. Just as Karla is reaching the peak of her orgasm Traci quietly enters the lab to avoid disturbing Dr. Johnson's delicate and precise research. She stands dumbfounded in the doorway staring at Dr. Johnson laying spread-eagled in all her naked glory in the throes of a magnificent orgasm. The couch is facing the door and Traci can plainly see Dr. Johnson's swollen and dripping vagina as her hands drop to her sides while she slowly comes down to earth. Traci wants to leave before Dr. Johnson discovers that she has witnessed her private ecstasy, but her feet won't move. She has never seen anything so beautiful, so erotic, so uninhibited. Traci envies her mentor. Her cunt is magnificent. Karla, eyes still closed, reaches between her legs to scoop up the surprise gift of her orgasm. She brings it to her lips and tastes it. No, it is not urine, as she had feared. It has no smell and tastes sweet, like Formula 96. She has to record this in her journal. Still shaky form her experience, she opens her eyes and begins to sit up. Then she sees Traci, her 20-year old intern, standing open-mouthed in the doorway. (To be continued.) The Sweetest Thing Ch. 02 Without a bit of embarrassment, the scientist in Karla takes control as she stands naked before her speechless intern and says, “Traci, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve made a wonderful discovery and you can help me record it in my journal.” Coming to her senses, Traci steps into the room and quips, “You’re a little old to be discovering the joys of masturbation, don’t you think, Dr. Johnson?” “No, no, not that, Traci. And after tonight I guess you better call me Karla. Dr. Johnson seems a bit pretentious for a woman standing naked in front of someone who just witnessed the best orgasm she ever had.” “OK,” Traci replies. “So what’s the big discovery, Karla?” “It’s Formula 96,” Karla explains. “I think when it’s used in lemonade it becomes a strong aphrodisiac. You saw the results of my drinking a glass. I need to test it further. But first I have to check something.” Karla walks to the sink in her lab table, still naked, and washes her hands thoroughly. Then she wipes her vagina and tastes her fingers. “Yes, it is sweet!” she exclaims. “I wonder if it works the same way on all women? Traci, will you help me test my formula?” “I don’t know,” Traci replies cautiously, still nervous about being in the lab with a naked Dr. Johnson. “What do I have to do?” “Just try some of this lemonade and tell me if you notice anything,” Karla replies. She grabs her lab coat to make Traci more at ease and throws it on quickly without buttoning it. Traci takes a glass of lemonade from Karla and sips it, cautiously at first. Then, when she discovers how good it tastes, she drinks the whole glass, quenching the nervous dryness in her mouth. “Yes, it is as sweet as ever and has no disagreeable aftertaste, just as before,” Traci reports. “Now what?” Karla is recording Traci’s report in her journal when Traci starts to feel the effects of Formula 96. A flush spreads over her body. Her breasts tingle and her bra feels too tight. A warm moistness begins to flood her pussy. Traci looks at Karla in her unbuttoned lab coat and notices how sexy her body is. Her lab coat is hanging open and her large firm breasts are clearly visible. Traci’s eyes drift down across Karla’s flat muscular abdomen to her still swollen pussy. Karla is standing spread-legged seemingly unconscious of the juices still flowing down her thighs. She is watching Traci intently with the observant eyes of a scientist. Traci’s body grows warmer under Karla’s gaze. There is a deep yearning growing in her gut for this sexy older woman standing almost naked watching her. She feels uncomfortable being dressed before her. Traci has never been with another woman, but she wants to seduce this one. “Is this the Formula 96?” she thinks to herself, and then says to Karla, “I think it’s working, sweetheart. My pussy is on fire. I have to get out of these clothes.” Without saying another word, Traci begins to hum a stripper’s song as she slowly and seductively removes one piece of clothing after another. She drops them carelessly to the floor and kicks off her shoes as she sways provocatively to the music, moving closer to the woman she desires. Karla watches transfixed as this lovely 5’6” cherub dances closer to her in sexy bra and thong panties. Gone is the detachment of the scientist, as Karla’s eyes begin to cloud over with passion for this young woman. She has seen many women naked in the locker room and even watched some girl-on-girl action in adult videos Bill brings home now and then. But this is the first time she has been in a room alone with another woman who has sex on her mind. God help her, she wants this sexy young girl. She wants to do all the kinky wild woman-to-woman things she has seen in Bill’s videos. Traci steps right in front of Karla, raises her arms straight up, looks deeply into Karla’s eyes, and purrs, “Karla, dearest, will you take off my bra and panties for me? I’m shaking too much.” Karla shrugs her lab coat to the floor and with trembling hands reaches behind Traci to release her swelling breasts from her confining bra. Karla catches her breath as Traci’s perfect young breasts are exposed as her bra falls to the floor. Without checking the tag in her bra, Karla knows these are perfect 36C breasts that are almost touching her own 36Ds. Karla kneels in front of Traci and gently removes her thong, tracing her hands sensuously down the backs of her thighs, bringing a gasp from Traci. Karla breathes deeply of the musk of Traci’s overheated vagina and then stands. Gently she pulls Traci to her, breast to breast, and kisses her deeply. Karla’s nipples are rubbing Traci’s. Both harden and become very sensitive, sending shivers through their naked bodies. Without breaking their tongue lock, Karla slowly traces her hands up Traci’s arm, over her smooth shoulders, and down her lightly muscled back to her firm buttocks. Traci responds by gripping Karla’s beautiful firm ass and drawing her closer. Karla returns the favor and they stand grinding their groins together. Karla feels her labia and clitoris engorging again with the blood of raging lust. Traci, too, feels her pussy swelling as it joins with Karla’s in a wanton woman-to-woman dance. Clitoris finds clitoris. They stand grinding, clutching, and moaning as waves of pleasure wash over them. Traci breaks their soul kiss finally, looks deeply into Karla’s eyes, and sighs shakily, “ Karla this is wonderful, but I have to lay down before I fall down.” Karla leads Traci to the couch and spreads her out, devouring her ripe young body with hungry eyes. Traci is soaked with the perspiration of passion. Karla runs her hand up the inside of Traci’s thigh, stopping just short of her soaked pussy. She licks her fingers and finds what she suspected--Traci’s sweat is sweet. K96 does marvelous things to a woman. Traci wants more of their intimate embrace. She clutches Karla’s head and moves it to the seat of her passion. Karla obliges by straddling Traci “69” style and lowers her own dripping cunt to Traci’s eager mouth before burying her tongue deep in the folds of Traci’s sweet young pussy. The slurping, smacking, and groans that follow would be comical if it weren’t so erotic. Both women are so overcharged with lust that their joining is almost desperate. No gentle stroking or light touching will satisfy now. This is raw, butch-to-butch, almost brutal humping and probing. Each squeezes the other’s ass, holding a writhing cunt in a lapping face-lock. Karla takes a generous stream of pussy juice and saliva running down Traci’s ass crack and uses it, gently at first, to explore the bud of Traci’s spasming ass hole. Traci breaks her suctioning lip-lock long enough to let out a guttural moan. “Yes, oh yes, Karla, fuck my ass, lover. Make me cum hard.” Then she impales Karla’s rosebud with first one, then two, and finally three fingers lubricated with Karla’s copious juices. Karla’s sphincter opens and closes in rhythm to her humping as Traci’s probes deeper and deeper into Karla’s ass until she reaches the sensitive spot deep in Karla’s bowels that most women don’t even know is there. Karla finds Traci’s secret spot too and both women feel their climaxes building deep within their loins. They know they are going to explode and loose control completely. They respond by sucking their partner’s clit deep within their mouths and lashing it unmercifully with their tongues. This is it—they can’t hold back any longer. Asses open wide to rooting fingers. Pussies buck and spasm. Here it comes! Here it comes! “Yes! Oh Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” they scream silently to themselves. Their cunts contract in rhythmic spasms that grow in an intensity of almost painful pleasure. Spurt after spurt of woman cum fills the mouth of each lover as they suck and drink deeply of the nectar of volcanic orgasms. Slowly, passion subsides and the women collapse side by side, heads resting on thighs, enjoying the heady perfume of heated sex. Finally, Karla stirs herself and turns around to plant a gentle kiss on Traci’s bruised, fragrant mouth. They exchange nectars, marveling at how sweet they are. Then Karla stands, shakily, and looks down with a quizzical expression at the darling girl sprawled on her couch. No Playboy centerfold has ever been sexier or lovelier. “Traci, I have to ask you a rather intimate question.” Traci grins. “After what we just did, I don’t know how much more intimate we can get.” Karla nods. “That’s true, but I still have to know. Has this ever happened to you before? Have you ever been with another woman?” (To be continued) The Sweetest Thing Ch. 03 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. “I just started this summer. I’m a sophomore at San Diego State, majoring in criminal justice. This job gives me a chance to gain some experience for my resume’ while I earn some money,” Jeff replies, embarrassed by the women’s obvious interest in his body. Picking up on Karla’s lead, Traci sidles up close to Jeff, running her hands along his biceps. In her best imitation of Mae West she says breathlessly, “Well, big boy, it looks like you keep in good shape.” Jeff steps back defensively and stammers, “Yes Mam, I work out hard whenever I can. I have to stay in shape to model for Catalina swimsuits.” Karla decides to cut this off before it goes too far. Traci is obviously still under the influence of the formula. Her brazen conduct is beyond professional office behavior. Karla is relieved to see that the sexual stimulation it promotes includes heterosexual attraction. Of course, a hunk like Jeff is hardly a fair test. From the growing bulge in his crotch it is clear that he is responding to Traci’s attention despite his embarrassment. “Traci and I were just getting ready to leave, Jeff. Our tests of the formula were so intense we lost track of time. We’re exhausted and as soon as I make a few notes in my journal you can escort us to our cars. Perhaps you can stop by some night next week and help us with our research. I think you would find it interesting. What do you think Traci? Would Jeff enjoy helping us?” Taking her cue from Karla to win Jeff’s silence about their late night “research,” Traci runs her hand down Jeff’s ripped abs and fondles his throbbing bulge. “Well Karla, from the looks of the size of this concealed weapon I would say that Jeff could add a new dimension to our research,” she giggles. “What about it, Jeff? Can you stop by Monday night and help us test the formula?” Jeff is struggling to maintain his composure in this sexually charged atmosphere. Traci has his bulging cock dying for release. He tries to size up the situation. From the strong aroma of woman sex in the room and the glazed look in the women’s eyes it seems like more than scientific research has been going on. But if they have been having a late night lesbian fling, why are they trying so hard to seduce him? He decides to pick up on Karla’s lead and offer to escort them to the parking lot. “OK ladies, it’s time to go. Let’s lock up here and I’ll walk you to your cars. I’ll stop back Monday night and we can talk about what I should report to security.” Karla breathes a sigh of relief. Her career and the potential bonus for Formula 96 are too important to risk for a menage-a-trois with these hypersexed college students. She quickly writes some final notes in her journal before switching off the desk lamp. She takes Traci’s hand and follows Jeff out the door. Jeff takes them to the parking lot and waits until they have started their cars before he turns to leave. “Don’t forget Monday night,” Traci yells after him as he heads for the building. Karla blinks her lights at Traci, gets out of her car, and walks over to Traci’s. She is a little annoyed at her intern’s behavior and decides to keep an eye on her until Monday. After all, she is a self-admitted slut. “Look Traci, why don’t you spend the night at my place? It’s close by and it will save you a long drive to your dormitory. Bill won’t be home for another week and I would enjoy some company.” Traci starts to protest. “I don’t have anything with me but the clothes on my back.” “That’s not a problem,” Karla cajoles. “I have everything you need at my place, even a spare night gown, if you really want one. My place is secluded. From the lack of tan lines on your beautiful body I suspect you are no stranger to running around nude. Bill and I are social nudists and rarely put on clothes around our place unless we are entertaining prudish guests. What do you say? Will you follow me home, kitten? Traci demurs. “You’re right about me being a nudist. Don and I hang out at Black’s Beach as much as we can with a group of our friends. I guess we are sort of exhibitionists and love to show off our hard bodies, especially Don’s beautiful cock. We are both on the college swim team and we hate tan lines. Do you have a pool?” “Yes,” Karla replies. “It’s a large heated one, big enough for swimming laps. Bill and I use it to stay in shape. And it has a raised hot tub, which seats six people, cascading into it. And wait until you see our oversized walk-in shower with showerheads on three walls. You’ll love it and the king-sized waterbed to boot. That is, if you don’t mind sleeping with me. I sleep in the nude,” she winks, with a false shyness. “Mind? Why would I mind? After tonight there is nothing I would love more than snuggling up naked after a long hot soapy shower with you. You talked me into it. It sure beats going back to a dorm with a smelly shower and sagging bed. Let’s go.” Karla touches Traci on the cheek and says, “Follow me, little one, you won’t regret this.” Traci follows Karla’s jet black BMW in her beat up used Toyota Tercel to an exclusive neighborhood overlooking San Diego Bay. They pull into the circular driveway of a Spanish Hacienda-style estate with a high-walled garden in the rear. The landscaping is lush and tropical. Soon they are in the house and Traci follows Karla into the kitchen. “How about a beer to clear the sweet aftertaste” “Sure,” Traci says, while gawking at the palatial kitchen with oversized chrome appliances set off by a black Spanish tiled floor. “Heineken or Corona” “Corona with a lime in the bottle if you have it, Karla. This is Southern California, after all.” “No problema,” laughs Karla, as she pops the tops from two bottles and stuffs lime slices into their necks. “I knew you were my kind of gal. How about a shower?” Traci nods, gulping her beer, and follows Karla up a winding staircase to the master bath adjoining her bedroom. Traci notices that the house seems to have deep pile champagne carpet throughout, except in high traffic areas where black tile prevails, including the master bath which is larger than any bedroom Traci has ever seen. Karla strips off her clothes, tossing them in a pile near a clothes chute and walks into her huge shower to start the water. She turns to Traci and beckons, “Coming, dear?” (To be continued)