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Genitrol

By: ainu



I worked for companies for about thirty years. I always made a decent living. We have a nice home (and mortgage), my daughters have no student loans, we’ve managed to upgrade our cars every few years. So it’s been a good life. But it’s been close to a hand-to-mouth life. If I lost my income for any appreciable time we’d have been in big trouble. But that’s all changed. I don’t work for others any more. My net worth is somewhere north of twenty million dollars and growing faster than I can imagine. My family is set, financially, for what may be several generations.  It all started with an article I read in the newspaper.  So let me start at the beginning.

Nancy and I are sitting at the kitchen table, still in our night clothes and robes, finishing breakfast and reading the Sunday Los Angeles Times.  Each morning when we read the paper Nancy starts on page one, I start with the comics. She reads everything thoroughly and thinks about it. I scan or skim through what I’m interested in. So usually, I’ve gone through the Calendar, Sports, Business, and sometimes even the California sections by the time she finishes the first section. Then I read what she’s already read and she starts through what I’ve been through. This morning, back about page 30 or so in the first section there’s a single column article  that stops me. The headline says

Oral Sex Up
At Penn State

Well, the words “oral sex” would have stopped me to begin with. You don’t tend to see that in a newspaper. But “Penn State” really stops me. Nancy and I both graduated from there. The article says that sociologists at Penn State did a survey of students sexual practices, a repeat of studies done in earlier years. In general, the survey shows that current students are similar to those of previous years, going back a couple decades. That is, most of them are having sex. More than most; very few aren’t.  That’s no surprise to me. These are healthy people nineteen to maybe twenty-five years old so I’d expect they would be getting around to sex by now.  It went on to measure how many were involved in long standing relationships and how many have had multiple partners. No surprise that slightly more men than women were having sex and that slightly more men than women had multiple partners.  I mean, men are normally the aggressors, women tend more towards fending men off.  It does make me wonder who the guys are having sex with, it must mean somewhere there’s some girl that’s just fucking up a storm with an awful lot of guys.  I know, that’s not it. The statistical differences aren’t evened out by one horny girl. But it’s an interesting thought.

There was a significant increase in those who admitted to experiencing oral sex, however, compared to earlier years.  Interestingly, in this case a few more women than men were having oral sex.  That was no surprise either. I’ve known a few guys that have claimed they would never eat pussy. Yet, they all have told of having their girl friends go down on them. But it certainly was interesting that for some reason, or perhaps a lot of reasons, more guys and girls were now having oral sex than in the past. I’ve never done a survey but I suspect all the couples I know eat each other regularly.  Of course, these are all old married couple like Nancy and me. We’ve had the time to try everything and discover what we each like. Maybe that’s what’s happened, today’s college students are starting earlier and thus discovering they like oral sex earlier. I don’t know.

Nancy was over by the sink now. “Did you read this about oral sex at Penn State?” I asked out loud. “Yeah,” she answered, looking at me and grinning. “That’s no surprise to me, though.”

It did make me think about Nancy and me. We dated for a couple years in high school. Slowly we “made out” a little heavier and heavier.  At first I could barely touch her, then gradually I managed to feel her breasts over her clothes, and so on and so on as we both got hornier and hornier.  By the time I managed to slide a finger into her vagina, she must have decided an equal right because she unzipped me and grasped my cock.  It took us perhaps a year and a half to get that far. By then we were both eighteen and seniors in our last semester.  However, it took only a couple evenings for us to move on  to where I was seriously masturbating her to orgasm and she finally did the same to me, exclaiming with surprise when I dropped a load of sperm all over her hand and both our clothes.  That lasted for a couple dates and then she slipped a condom on me, climbed onto my lap in the car, and we were no longer virgins. I didn’t realize until later that she had brought the condom and had also gone on a date with no underpants on. So she knew it was going to happen.  That foretold to some extent what our sex life was going to be like. 

Just a month or so before graduation my parents went to my grandparents with my brother and sister. I got left at home alone because our school was in baseball play offs and I was on the team.  What that did, though, was let Nancy and me get together in my bedroom, in broad daylight, and get naked for the first time. That first afternoon, naked with Nancy, was the biggest moment in my life. Maybe still is.

Back then, over thirty years ago, the latest James Bond movie, “Diamonds are Forever” had Jill St. John as the girl. To me, Nancy was just like Jill St. John.  Absolutely fabulous figure. Great breasts, great hips and butt, shapely legs, minimal waist.  At one point Jill wore a red wig and Nancy is a redhead. Not a carrot top, sort of a dark red. But red, with really pale skin. And a cute face, big eyes, small nose, good chin.  I don’t know, maybe she thought I was like Sean Connery. I did have dark hair and was athletic so I had a good body. But, truthfully, I didn’t  think of Nancy as Jill St. John nor she me as Sean Connery. I just used Jill St. John to describe Nancy.  Anyhow, I found myself alone with this unbelievably luscious naked female that I already was pretty sure was my one and only

I can still remember every bit of it. I wish I was good enough with language to describe the feelings adequately. Just seeing her was wild.  Holding her and feeling her against me was even wilder.  Then we lay on my bed and began feeling each other.  I was ready to kiss and taste every inch of her, she was the most desirable thing I’d ever imagined in my life. She must have felt the same way and beat me to it. She was holding my cock and kissing away from my mouth, down my chest. She changed position to sort of kneel to the side and she just stared at my cock and smiled as she held it. Her other hand sort off rubbed over my stomach and abdomen but she just stared at my cock and told me how terrific it was. Then she leaned forward and kissed it. She looked up at me and grinned and then kissed it again. Then her tongue licked around the head. She bent her head and kissed the side of it, then licked it. She looked up at me again, grinned, and told me how great it was. Then she put her lips over the head and started to lick.  Maybe it all just comes natural because later, I apparently did for her what she did then for me. She started licking and sucking and taking more and more of me into her mouth. 

I’ve never felt like that before. It was the sexiest thing ever. Better by far than the fucking in the dark we’d done before.  Thirty years later she’s still able to suck me into oblivion. I finally shot off into her mouth and she never flinched, just swallowed and kept working on me. We were soon  in each others’ arms and kissing. I could taste me on her lips. And then I took my turn, kissing her body, holding those lovely breasts and licking and sucking on them., Then down her body until I climbed between her legs. I guess she had thought about this or else it just comes natural. She lifted her legs up towards her shoulders and raised her pussy right up to me. There isn’t anything sexier in the world, still isn’t.  She’s all pink. I mean, her slit is sort of protected by two folds of skin or lips. The very first time I saw them they’re all pink and a little puffy. Inside she gets even pinker and then red. There’s a tuft of dark red hair right above her pussy and a few sort of scraggly hairs down each side.


I can’t claim a pussy is beautiful. It isn’t. But it is sexy. I mean, it is sex incarnate.  I could smell her. I had smelled her before but this time I’m right there and I loved it. I kissed her, then used my fingers to spread her open and got my tongue in her and licked around, felt around with my tongue. I could feel the shape of her channel as I moved my tongue in it. The taste is something I’ll always remember. Like nothing else. I can’t even describe it other than it is the taste of sex.  As I licked back and forth I could barely see that she had her fingers rubbing herself right above where I was licking, so I pulled my tongue out of her a little and licked up to where she had been rubbing. I could feel a shape and I licked on it. She was making sort of moaning sounds, strong breathing sounds, “aahs”, and they got a little louder. As I licked it, it grew some. I gripped it with my lips and pulled on  it, then licked some more. She got louder and more frequent with her noises, almost growls now. 

I licked down into her channel again and discovered it was softer now, mushier. Then I licked back up to what I knew was her clit.  I licked it and, under my chin, slid two fingers into her and began sliding them around. Her sounds were almost screams now and her whole bottom started to jerk a little, her legs were on either side of my head. I learned that girls cum, too. Because she said so, “I’m cumming , I’m cumming” and her bottom jumped even more. I could feel a flow on my fingers. I pulled them out and lowered my mouth and sort of sucked her whole pussy into me as I got a small flood of juice out of her.

And that was just the start. Next, we fucked. There’s no other way to describe it. We were both as horny as possible and we just pounded at each other. Then we did everything we could think of with each other. It was absolutely perfect.

Of course, I thought all of this in just a second or two and was pulled from my reverie by Nancy’s voice. “You’re thinking about our first time together naked, aren’t you?”

She was standing right in front of me. “Yeah,” I answered. Then I reached out and put a hand on each side of her legs and stood up, sliding my hands up her body, raising her nightgown and robe. I’m standing there with my arms around her waist. She’s naked from the waist down. I kiss her. Kiss her passionately. “That was the greatest day in my life,” I say and kiss her again. I move my hands down onto her bare butt and hold her tight.

“It was terrific, wasn’t it?” she answers with a smile. I kiss her again.

“There’s never been anything sexier than your naked body. And your being as horny as I was, interested in me. And my first taste of you . Nothing as sexy in the world as you. You’re the flavor of sex. And you’re like fine wine. You get better with age. It makes me want to taste you right now.”

She has a look in her eyes that I’ve seen before. She’s way ahead of me. She’s ready. “I’ve never said no to you, have I?” she answers, with a dirty smile to go with the look in her eyes. She never has, that’s true. I’ve never said no to her, either, when it comes to sex.

I have both hands on her bare butt so I use them to lift her very slightly and step forward to push her butt onto the kitchen table. She spreads her legs on either side of me as I move against her. I then kneel down and I’m staring at that same lovely, desirable, sexy pussy, all pink with a little moisture glistening. She’s ready. I move my face into her, push my tongue through her lips and get my first taste. After thirty years and doing this a couple thousand times, it’s still pure sex, turns me on like mad. She has her legs spread, her knees falling off to each side in a way that I could never manage, her feet or ankles or something on my shoulders. I start sucking and licking and moving my tongue.

“Jack, you have no idea how good you make me feel,” I hear from her. One hand is on the back of my head, messing with my hair.  I lick up to her clit and flick my tongue on it, lick it. grip it with my lips and pull a little. Then back into her vagina, licking, then back up onto her clit. I really enjoy this. She’s making lovely “aahs” and heavy breaths and “Oh, Jack”. I just keep working away at her, lapping up the tastes and her juices. It never takes forever, she likes orgasms and usually can manage several. So, soon she’s starting into louder moans and growls and then “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” and she does.  I suck up a lot of what she puts out and when she finally moves her hand from my head and loosens her thighs from my head, I stand up.

I sleep in what’s basically a very long T-shirt. No buttons or waist bands to bind. So it’s easy for me to just reach down and lift up my robe and nightgown and get my very erect cock aimed at what is now a very hot, wet vagina. As I slide into her, her legs come around me. I pump in and out several times and she responds with “uffs” and “aahs”, pulling me into her with her legs.

“Jack,” she says, breathing hard, “This isn’t the perfect position for me on this table. Pull out and lay down on the floor and let me get on you.” So I do, my bare butt on the vinyl flooring, and within a second or so she’s straddling me, sitting on my cock and taking it up into her.

We stay at it, enjoying every moment until she orgasms again and I cum inside her. We then go upstairs, take a shower together, almost starting all over but not, dress and come back down. She starts loading the dishwasher and I sit down at the table and see the paper, still open to the Oral Sex article.  My thoughts as I see the article generally run along the lines of, how can I make a buck out of something that about three fourths or more of all adults in the world are doing? A brothel, yeah, but that’s illegal. Something pussy flavored and penis flavored?  Cunt flavored ice cream? No,  wouldn’t work at all. I thought of every food I could but none fit. Then I had the thought that proves to be perfect. How about lozenges for sore throats, like Sucrets or Smith Brothers?  You suck on them. That’ll work. 

I spend my spare time for several weeks thinking and planning. My job is promoting modems and my bosses tell me how great I’m doing, working so hard. Maybe the old adage about give more work to a busy man is right. I finally get an appointment with a company named Flavors Inc. A young woman sees me first but when she learns I want a custom designed flavor rather than to just buy a commercial flavor, I get moved to a vice president. He’s a nice guy. Douglas Campbell. We were quickly Doug and Jack. I tell him I’m afraid if I tell him my idea he’ll steal it. He assures me he won’t, he’s worked with all kinds of people and hasn’t stolen an idea yet. The company has developed thousands of flavors (and fragrances, it turns out, smell and taste go together often. Onion, for instance, is more smell than taste.) and they supply custom flavors to hundreds of customers,  never revealing the secret of one to another. Anyway, he can’t tell me about the flavors I want unless he knows what they are.

So I tell him I want genital flavors, female and male. He doesn’t blink an eye. He asks, including orgasm, the taste of cum? I hadn’t seriously thought of that. No, I say, just the flavor of aroused genitals, pre-orgasm. It turns out that they’d been asked for this before but the customer wanted the flavor of male semen. They even developed some for that customer but his product, whatever it was, apparently never succeeded because they didn’t get repeat orders after the first batch. To  develop a flavor, it turns out, there are a couple ways to go. One is to take samples and break them down chemically and try and duplicate it. That’s cheaper but often doesn’t work well. The other is to have experienced tasters, with developed taste buds, actually sample tastes and then use the results to develop flavors through serial trial and error and repeated tasting.

He felt sure the company could develop what I wanted. Then he threw me a curve. Just as a preliminary estimate, it would most likely cost at least $60,000 and perhaps $100,000. 

At the same time, I was talking with a contract manufacturer that could make and package throat lozenges. A decent lozenge with throat soothing ability plus a flavor, packaged by the dozen, each wrapped in foil, in screen printed metal boxes, in an initial minimum quantity of 5,000 dozen, would cost a total of $50,000.  Later runs and increased quantities would drop the cost considerably. That first batch was expensive, though.  

As I knew, we would then have to test market them, get distribution, do advertising and so on .  The beginning investment would probably be around $250,000. Where do I find an angel with $250,000? I know there are rich lawyers but I don’t think I want to get outsmarted  by a lawyer. If I try an established lozenge company, they’ll just steal my idea. I thought about illegal drug people but then decided that if my idea was successful, they’d just kill me and take it. I wondered about this for awhile. Then I saw an item in the paper, a rich doctor was being sued by a female patient for inappropriate sexual behavior.  I googled the doctor and learned a lot. First, he’s really rich. His father, also a doctor, made a lot of money and died in an accident with his third wife, leaving this guy, the doctor, Norm Rosenfeld, both filthy rich and a successful medical practice. Rosenfeld has been married three times himself and divorced each time. This was about the third patient that had brought sex charges and all had been settled out of court. So, the guy is nuts about sex with women and rich and I managed to get an appointment.

Actually, he comes across as a nice guy. Reminds me a little of Alan Alda, the actor, only younger. Tall,thin, dark hair, long nose, friendly. He heard me out, said that he was definitely interested and set up an appointment with him and me and his accountant. It all happened sooner than good sense would indicate that it could.  He puts up the $250,000, he owns half the business and I own the other half. There were some time stipulations and lots of little details but it all happened pretty fast.  He told me that whatever research that ever got involved, he wanted to be part of it. Made sense to me to have a doctor involved anyway for what is basically a minor medical product.

So, back to Doug at Flavors, Inc. Turns out they can take some swabs of vaginas and penises and get some idea of chemical content but some actual taste testing was going to be needed. Yeah, big surprise, it was going to cost towards the upper end of his original estimate.  He has a meeting with his staff of proven palates, good tasters that can identify flavors.  He tells them they have a project that will involve tasting male penises and female vulvas. There’s a real buzz and he doesn’t force any commitments right away, just wants them to think about it and suggest how to proceed.

Well, one guy raises the question of this being a form of prostitution that’s illegal. Doug admitted he needed a legal opinion but that scientific research on sex has generally been allowed.  Another mentioned that they would probably need a selection of subjects, thin, heavy, negro, asian, caucasian, blonds and redheads and brunettes, etc.  There may be a wide difference in taste with no single vulva or penis flavor.  Another questioned where they would manage to get the subjects from. Which brought up another question of whether they had enough tasters if some refused to take part, they might need to hire some additional ones, perhaps part time just for this test.


Genitrol



I was watching all this through some one way glass. I realized they were smart cookies, knew their business and wondered myself how all those points would get solved. Well, in a few days, they all were solved. A couple tasters did decide they couldn’t take part, didn’t feel comfortable with it. So, some tasters as well as subjects would be needed. 

One of the tasters in the meeting was Rose Gagliardi. She has worked at Flavors Inc. for eleven years. She is 37, has been married to Bernie for thirteen years. She sat silent in the meeting but a great many thoughts ran through her head. She and Bernie have an active sex life. It has quieted some over the years and become a little less adventuresome but they still have satisfying sex a couple times a week. She experienced two other guys before she met Bernie but has never strayed sexually since then. Her main concern is, would tasting other penises be some form of infidelity with Bernie? She certainly didn’t want to jeopardize a happy marriage over one commercial flavor.  However, she had to admit that she had smiled, at least inwardly, at the idea of having a legitimate basis for sucking strange cocks. She also had to admit that the idea of having strange men licking her was very stimulating. But she remained silent as these thoughts went through her mind.

The Gagliardis had no children. Purposely. Their choice. They’re a very urban couple. In their mid-town apartment, they had got in the habit of using separate bathrooms. Rose used one that had a tub, with a shower over the tub. Bernie used one with just a shower stall. No real reason, it had just developed over time. Rose continued to think of the meeting several times that evening, almost brought it up at dinner but decided not to. Later, they both read and then started to prepare for bed. As Rose undressed she heard Bernie in his bathroom and his shower start to run. Her mind clicked sexually and on impulse, she stripped nude and went into his bathroom, opened the door to his shower and stepped in and joined him.

This is not the norm. But it is not unwelcome. Bernie smiles and puts his arms around her, pressing their naked bodies together. He kisses her, runs his hands down her back onto her butt.  Neither were perfect physical specimens but both belonged to a gym and were in decent shape, not overweight.  “Rose, I’m glad to see you but you haven’t done this in a couple years,” he said as he gives her another short kiss and feels her firm butt.

“I don’t know, I just feel sexy,” she replies softly, moving one hand to between them and grasping his cock, starting it towards an erection. “I guess I’m in the mood.” She then picks up a bar of soap and starts washing Bernie’s body with her bare hands. She reaches behind him, pressing herself against him, to do his back, then steps back slightly to do his chest. As she washes lower, she lowers herself, runs her hands and the soap up and down each leg and then centers her actions on his genitals.  She washes his testicles and penis, almost masturbating him in the process. He becomes fully erect. She stares at his cock, holds it in her hand, and moves it into the stream of water to rinse off. She then leans her head forward slightly and put her lips over the head and started sucking and licking.

Soon Bernie is moving his hips, fucking her  mouth, as she moves one hand to grasp his testicles and puts the other on his butt, holding him to her as she rapidly moves her head back and forth in time with his hip movement. She’s sucking and licking and enjoying every moment and it doesn’t take long until she gets a mouthful of warm semen that she swallows as she continues to suck him. Finally, she pulls her head back, letting him drop out of her mouth, looks up with a smile and then stands and leans her head up to be kissed.

Bernie kisses her, then looks in her eyes and says, “Rose, I really want to taste you. I want to lick and suck every inch of you.”

“Well I want you to,” she replies with a smile.

Bernie quickly soaps and washes her with his bare hands, feeling and kneading her breasts, her butt, her mons, then rinses her off and hurries through the two drying each other and feeling each other again. He picks her up and carries her to the bedroom, saying, “I’ve never wanted you more.” He sits her on the edge of the bed, kneels between her legs and quickly pushes her legs apart and gets his mouth to her, eating her as if he had been starving for days.  As Rose lays back, enjoying the rising emotions that Bernie’s lips and tongue are bringing her, she realizes that she definitely will take part in the tasting and not tell Bernie. After all, she tells herself, it’s just another work assignment.  She also decides she’s going to start things much more often in the future, this is the best sexual experiences they’d had in years.

After Rose climaxes, almost crushing Bernie’s head between her thighs, he straightens up,  says “Roll over” and helps push her onto her stomach so that he can immediately drive his erect and straining cock fully into her wet, still pulsing hole. As he pounds into her he reaches around her and starts kneading her breasts, squeezing her nipples. It doesn’t take Rose long to have another orgasm, followed shortly by Bernie, who almost screams in joy as he shoots his load into her.  They both enjoyed a very restful sleep.

The next morning, the alarm wakes Rose and she quickly rolls away from where she is spooned against Bernie, jumps out of bed and shuts off the alarm. She realizes she’s naked, which makes her smile as she thinks of the previous night and she jumps back into bed and scoots up against an also naked Bernie. He put his arms around her. “Good morning, sexy,” he says, running his hands down her back on to her firm butt.

Rose responds with a soft “Good morning,”, kisses his shoulder and squirms her body against him, feeling that he has a morning hard on. “I love you Bernie,” she murmurs.

“Oh, I love you Rose,” Bernie responds as he moves his hands, feeling her naked body.

“And I love your cock, Bernie,” Rose adds, looking at him and grinning. “Last night I just thought that maybe I wasn’t getting enough of it. We started to act like some old couple that just had a routine fuck on Saturday nights and I want a lot more than that. We ought to do it more often. I mean, if either of us feels like it, we should just do it. Do you think so?”

“Oh, I sure do if it ends up like last night. You are the sexiest woman possible.”

Rose leans against him, pushes him on to his back, is on top of him and moves her legs to straddle him, positioning herself so that she can sit up, reach down and rub his erection against her pussy.  She grins at him, leans forward slightly and lowers herself onto him, slowly taking him completely up into her.  He reaches a hand to one of her breasts, swaying over him, and starts squeezing her nipple as he sits up slightly and gets his mouth to the other. Rose moans a little and starts pushing with her legs, sliding her pussy back and forth on his cock.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you so much, Rose,” he says, freeing his mouth and feeling her butt with both hands. “I really want to eat you.”

Rose looks down as she continues to slide her pussy on his cock and smiles. “I’m probably pretty gamy,” she says. He just looks at her and almost growls. She lifts herself up, letting his cock slip out of her, crawls around to reposition her self on all fours, then lowers her bottom to his face as she holds his cock with one hand and puts her lips over its head. Bernie puts both hands onto her butt and partly pulls her to him and partly lifts his face to her and gets his mouth to her pussy and licks and sucks, almost chewing and biting. He uses his tongue to fuck her vagina, grabs her clit with his lips and pulls and sucks on it. Rose almost swallows him and licks and sucks and bobs her head up and down. Both work hard at getting the other to orgasm and both succeed. She slowly lifts free, turns herself around to lay atop him, kisses him. “I have to pee,” she says, “and we’re probably both going to be late to work.  I guess I’ve already had all the breakfast, I need, though,” she adds as she jumps to the floor.

An hour later, she’s in Doug’s office, saying she will take part in the planned tasting session. She then adds two things. First, she suggests that she could also be one of the subjects. They need them anyway and she’s on the payroll already. Maybe any taster that wanted could also be a subject, it should just not ever be stated to the others who was doing what. Then she added that perhaps they should taste subjects both right after intercourse as well as when they’re clean and free of arousal. The tastes might be very different. She didn’t add it but to herself she thought that she probably tasted different this morning than she would have the previous morning.


Flavors Inc. have six professional tasters, three men and three women. One man chose to not participate. After some planning. Doug decided the testing would involve eight tasters, four men and four women. Women tasting men, men tasting women. So he would have to hire two men and one woman. He was sure he could, he’d had to add tasters before.  He also decided he would need eight female subjects and eight male subjects.  If possible, for each group, he would try to obtain a blond, a redhead and a brunette caucasian, an hispanic, two African Americans, a Japanese or Chinese, and one other that could be either American indian or from the South Pacific . Each subject needed to be tasted by each of the four tasters of the appropriate sex, so 64 tasting sessions had to be arranged.  If possible, he decided that at least once for each subject, the subject should not have had sexual intercourse for at least a day; be clean and clear of any residue of intercourse.  At least once, on the other hand, it would be good if they could be tasted very soon after intercourse, preferably as they’re still aroused.

I tell him that Doctor Rosenfeld wanted to be one of the tasters. His response is typically practical. “Well, we’ll have to test  him to be sure he can do it. But he’s undoubtedly smart enough to learn enough to be usable. After all, he’s footing the bill.” The other two tasters he feels he can get from some he’s used in the past, through temp agencies. As for the subjects, he believes he will be able to hire them through modeling agencies -- they’re used to using their bodies to earn a living.   Every one involved will need to be tested for any diseases and the actual tests will have to be professional, with no one aware of the identities of anyone else involved. Even the taster and subject will be screened from each other’s vision.

So, they needed to obtain one additional female taster and two males, one of those hopefully being Norm Rosenfeld. I also learned there was a standard tasting routine. There are only so many tastes or flavors that the human taste buds can identify; sweet, sour, bitter, etc.  Each taster has a form on which he or she identifies each of the tastes or flavors that are present and a general estimate of which is what percent of the total. At the same time, they’re also identifying odors in a similar way, since most tastes are a combination of both taste and smell. The more I worked with Doctor Rosenfeld, the better I liked him. We’re now Jack and Norm.

Joanne Sorenson worked for a temp agency to put herself through college and continued there for what now is almost a year after graduation. She hoped to find one of the temp jobs that she liked enough to make it a full time one. As a youngster, she had helped her mother and grandmother with cooking and learned she had inherited their ability to discern tastes. She could identify most ingredients in almost anything she ate. Once before, on a temp job she had helped at Flavors Inc. and had been good at the work. So when this opportunity came up they contacted her. Joanne was not a virgin but not particularly promiscuous either.  And at the moment she had no steady boy friend.  The idea of sucking strange cocks sort of stopped her and made her think.  She had before, with guys she was dating, and liked it, so knew that she could.  But complete strangers? Is this legal or weird or what? And eight of them? That’s more than she had ever done in her life before. The pay was very good, though. So she agreed to become one of the tasters. And then as she thought about it, since she’s really doing this for money, why not earn a little extra and also be one of the subjects being tasted. She’s going to be at Flavors Inc. anyway.  And she had loved it when guys did it to her before. It turned out they needed a blond, a true blond and not a dyed one, and hadn’t hired one yet so agreed.

So, young Joanne, 5’4”, very blond, perhaps one hundred and ten pounds, in good shape, showed up for her first assignment. She walks into this white, brightly lit room, and sticking through a white sheet are a man’s hairy legs and hips and his penis, testicles and pubic hair. He’s laying on a Gurney, a wheeled table.  From the coloring, she decides he must be asian, fairly small,  but his cock laying there looked to be what her limited experience decided was fairly normal. She figured, what the heck, I’m here, might as well act like I know what I’m doing. So, she put her fingers around the penis and stimulated it slightly by both rubbing a little and pulling on it. As it started to respond, she went through the little talk each taster was expected to give.  Basically she’s telling him this is a commercial experiment, he’s not to react in any way that would dislodge the curtain or make her job impossible. She will stop occasionally to make notes and then proceed and the entire test will be over when he climaxes.

By the time she was finished she had a good firm erection in her hand.  While she had never paid that much attention before, she realized it essentially looked just like at least one other she had sucked on and she knew the subject had been tested and was clean. So she sat in a chair, wheeled it up between his legs and put her lips and tongue to the head of the cock.  She licked and sucked and then turned her head and licked up and down on each side of it.  Not difficult at all. She stopped and filled out the taste information on her form. She then took hold of it again, put her lips over it and slid as far down on it as she could and started licking and sucking.  She surprised herself to begin feeling something down in her own genital area.  Am I getting aroused by tasting this penis, she wondered.  She sucked thoroughly, lifted her face free and discovered she looked at the cock and smiled before turning to the form to enter her data.  When she took it into her mouth again, she discovered herself bobbing up and down on  it, sucking and licking with some force and urgency. She also began to actually get damp in her panties and had to admit that it’s impossible to be completely impartial while sucking a cock. It’s sexual and she couldn’t help it.  She stopped again, kept one hand wrapped around it as she entered her data quickly with the other, wanting to get back  to sucking as soon  as possible.  And she did. As she worked away she could feel the subject, who had been impassive, begin to have some hip motion, trying to shove his cock further into her mouth.  She moved her hand off his cock, got up from her chair, keeping the cock in her mouth, and now had her throat in a position where she could make longer movements, taking more into her mouth. 

She was sliding her head up and down on  him, he is shoving with his hips to push more into her mouth,  when suddenly she felt a surge into her mouth.  He’s cumming, she realized.  What do I do?  Then she could feel that she was close to cumming herself and without thought, just kept sucking and swallowing until the cock stopped issuing fluid into her mouth. She lifted her head, her mouth releasing the cock, which had softened some and fell to the side. She stared at it, smiling. Then she realized where she was and what was happening. She actually said “Thank you” out loud, then wondered what the heck she was doing and bolted out of the room . Outside, she leaned against the wall for a moment. She knew a rest room was just down the hall so went there.  She breathed deep a couple times, looked at herself in the mirror. She saw herself, flushed slightly, and had to grin. What the hell is going on with you Joanne? Getting worked up by an anonymous cock. She washed her hands, rinsed out her mouth. Entered her taste sensations on the form, now completing it, and went to the office to turn it in. 

Flavors Inc. had purposely scheduled her to be both a taster and a subject on the same day so that she would not have to make as many trips to the office. Not that it mattered, she only lived four blocks away.  So, a little over a half hour later, she’s in a room but on the other side of the curtain. A matron is there to help her and to be a witness in case any legal action arose out of this.  She had to be naked from the waist down and climb on to this table, which was then pushed forward until her naked parts all disappeared on the other side.  Then she just lay there for a few minutes.  “Weird, isn't it?” she said to the matron, who had been very vocal up until then. She just put her finger to her mouth.

“You’re supposed to stay quiet now if possible,” she said, smiling at Joanne.

She heard a door open and then she felt a couple fingers touching her labia. A male voice she couldn't  identify then read to her exactly what she had read to her subject an hour earlier. The difference was, the voice asked her to bend her knees and raise them and spread her leg s. So she did.  Then the weirdness started. She could feel fingers pulling her lips open and this tongue went into her and licked around. It’s impossible, she realized, for this to be anything other than extremely sexy. She was going to orgasm before this was over. Cripes but this felt great. Whoever it is, maybe he’s just trying to get tastes but he’s sure hitting all the right places for me.  Then it stopped. She just lay there for a moment before she realized he was making notes on his form, just as she had. Next time, I’m going to tell the subject what I’m doing, she decided, this is too weird to have him just stop. Although that’s what I did, too. Now the tongue is back in her vagina, then up onto her clit. She couldn’t help but moan slightly and move her hips slightly. She knew she was getting juicier. 

The tongue is in her vagina again, his lips actually sucking on her pussy lips. She wanted to reach down and rub her clit, wanted to tell him to suck her clit. Instead she stayed quiet and reached up to massage her breasts. Next time, I’m going to be completely naked, my brassiere is in the way. Then he stopped. Oh, she wanted to yell, don’t stop! Suck me, fuck me, give me a climax! But she stayed quiet.  Now the tongue and lips are back. He ought to finger fuck me, she thought, while he sucks my clit. But he won’t, I know. All he wants is taste.  But he is sucking my clit. Hips are jumping now, here it comes.  I can feel that I’m emitting liquid. I’m cumming. I want to scream. He’s done. He isn’t licking any more. It’s over. Shit, I’m not over! This is too much. I want more. I don’t know whether I can do this over and over. I’m to taste eight cocks and get eaten four times. I’m going to be an emotional wreck.

Ten minutes later, Joanne is sitting in a room  off the lobby, just trying to calm down before venturing out. She looks down the hall and recognizes a guy. Chuck. Chuck Ruiz. He works at the same temp agency, we’ve talked several times.  Nice guy. In fact, I wanted him to ask me out but he never did. So he’s here. He must be involved in this somehow, too.  He looks as if he’s heading for the lobby.  Almost without thinking she goes into the lobby. He looks at her, she looks at him and smiles. He holds the outer door open for her. “Chuck?” she asks.




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“Uh , yeah ,” he answers. “Joanne?”

“Yeah ,” she replies. “I guess you’re doing this assignment too?”

He actually blushes. “Well, yeah,” he sort of stammers.

They’re in the lobby of a large building, people walking by on both sides. Nothing ventured, she decides. “Chuck,” she says, looking at him and stopping. “I have a conflict.  On one side, I used to hope that sometime at the temp agency you would decide to ask me out and we could date and see where it led.” He opened his mouth as if to say something. “No, wait,” she says quickly. “This is where the conflict comes in. Because now I have a different problem and if you agree, it blows my whole original hope. I’ve just done what you’ve just done. And I’m left so horny that I almost can’t stand it. I really, really want to have a lot of wild sex right now.  With you. Now.”

He looked at her and she thought, boy did I just screw up. Then he smiled. “Your place or mine?”

“I live about four blocks from here. You?”

“Couple miles at least. Your place it is.”

Joanne smiled to herself as they started down the street.  She almost hugged herself. It worked!
As they walked, Chuck turned a little to her. “I probably would never have asked you out,” he said.

Shit, Joanne thinks. He didn’t like me. doesn’t even want to be here now. “Oh” is all she can say.

“Not because you’re not attractive,” he says. “The opposite. You’re like a goddess. A golden, white, perfect goddess. Beautiful, like a fashion model.  Unobtainable. I mean, I’m a Mexican from East L.A. My parents came here illegally. We always had to work. Work hard. I’m going to get my degree in a couple months. I’m in my last quarter. But it’s taken me a couple years longer. I’ve had to work, had to take fewer credits because I couldn’t afford more. I’ve never had money. I couldn’t try and date someone like you, I couldn’t pay to take you where you want to go. So I’ve just been with mexican girls. Dark girls. Girls who let me know they want sex. Maybe I don’t spend anything, maybe I buy them a beer. Then we get into the back seat of a car or maybe just up against a wall somewhere and I fuck them.  That’s what they want. That’s what I want.  I mean, it’s what I can do, what I can afford.”

She thought for a moment as they walked. Here we are, heading to my apartment so he can fuck me, can get his cock into me and satisfy this need I have.  “I’m not really very different from those girls,” she says. Then she looks at him sideways.

“You’re so different it’s unbelievable,” he replies, looking at her and smiling.  “You’re beautiful. You’re white, blond.”

“True. I graduated a year ago, have my degree. I am blond. So I guess I’m different that way. But I’m female. I want you to fuck me. I’ve been creaming in my panties for a half hour or more and can hardly wait. I suspect that’s exactly how those other girls felt.”

They’re at her building, go up one flight, up the stairs. She unlocks the door, steps in, then closes the door behind him and heads to her bedroom. “My roommate’s at work so we won’t be interrupted, she says. We’ve both been tested for this work so I know we don’t have anything. And I’m on the pill. So I guess we just need to get naked and get to it.”  With that, she’s unbuttoned her blouse, tossed it to the side, is unsnapping her bra, then removes it. Steps out of her shoes, pulls her skirt down and puts it with her blouse. Pulls her pantie hose down, then her panties that she was wearing beneath the hose. Finally fully naked she turns to him.  He’s removing his boxer shorts and she sees a strong, full erection standing up and out from a truly trim, firm body. “Chuck, you’re gorgeous,” she says as she climbs on the bed and lays on her back, spreading her legs slightly.

‘You’re really blond,” he says, looking at her then climbing on the bed and looming over her.  He brings his lips to hers and kisses her, puts one hand on one breast and feels it, massages it slightly. She reaches between them, breathes a big sigh and wraps her fingers around his cock and pulls it towards her. 

“I need you, now. Get it in me.”

He pushes his hips forward and the head of his cock starts spreading open her pussy lips. He pushes in further.  “You’re so tight,” he says, “is this hurting?”

“Go on,” she says

“Boy, you’re tight,” he murmurs.” It hurts me a little, you’re pushing my foreskin back so tight.” And he pushes in further.

“You’re perfect,” she says. “You fill me up so much.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything as good. It’s like you were built to fill me exactly.” He’s fully into her. His abdomen touches hers. “You really are perfect,” she says, smiling.  “I can feel you just reaching my cervix. I couldn’t handle any more. Fuck me. Fuck me. “

He pulls out slightly, then shoves back in. She moans. This really does feel better than anything I’ve ever done before, he admits to himself. He looks at her blond hair and blue eyes and beautiful face. I must be the luckiest guy around. He starts pumping in and out of her, pushing hard on his way in, easing back out. She starts pushing back with her hips and continues to moan. He gets both arms under her, holds her tightly to him. She wraps her legs around him as he continues to pump into her. Her moans turn to light screams. Her body responds to his movements, pushing back. With her legs, she’s pulling him into her. Neither of them last long. She’s first, saying, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” and her body jerks and he can feel the moisture seeping out around his cock. He continues to push as hard as he can then feels that he’s about to cum and gives one final strong push, fully into her as his cock jerks and spews his semen into her.

They lay there for a minute. She moves her legs from him. He stays above her, his cock still in her. “You’re great, Chuck. That’s as good as anything I’ve ever experienced.  Can you just stay here awhile and we can start all over and try anything else you’d like?”

Several minutes later they went into the bathroom. Joanne gave herself a quick, plain water douches over the toilet while the shower warmed up, then they both washed each other. When they climbed out and dried each other, she ended up on her knees, his newly erect cock in her mouth. She fondled his testicles, his abdomen, his thighs as she sucked and licked and moved her head, savoring his cock. This would be his third orgasm of the day but her mouth was so active he didn’t last more than a few minutes and was soon cumming in her mouth. She swallowed everything and finally pulled away, looked up at him with a smile, then stood up and kissed him. “You’re the one that’s perfect. You have the greatest cock in the world. I’ll never get enough of it.”

A few minutes later they’re back on the bed. They kiss. She feels his body, he feels hers. He kisses, then licks her breasts, sucks on her nipples. “You’re gorgeous, Joanne. The most desirable body I’ve ever seen.  I think I’d like to eat you up.”

She smiles. “I’d love it,” she says.

“I never have,” he tells her.  “I’ve fucked a dozen girls, I guess. But none like you. I’ve never been naked in bed with a girl before. And I’ve never even really looked at a pussy, certainly never tasted one. But for some reason, I want to with you.”

“I want you to,” she says, smiling at him and running her hand on his body.  “Do you want to go ahead? Do you want me to help?”

“I have no idea what to do. Will you help?”

She smiles, pulls out from under him and sits up.  “Lay back,” she says. She then climbs over him, straddling him, and moves up his body by shuffling on her knees until she’s poised above his head.  “Look at me. No, I mean look at my pussy,” she says.  “Kiss it.” He does. Use your fingers and spread me open a little. Yeah, that’s it. Now, get your mouth to me, stick your tongue in and lick around. Aah, yeah. Just taste me, feel me.  I love it.  I hope you like it. Some more. Yeah. Perfect. You’re a natural. Look up a little. See where my fingers are rubbing. Lick up there. Aah. Yeah. That’s my clit. Lick it. Ooh yeah.  Lick it, suck it. I won’t last long at this rate.  That’s it. Lick in my vagina, lick and suck on my clit. Taste and suck and savor everything you like. Oh, fuck, you’re so good. I think you like this. I know I do.  You could slide a finger or two in me. Ooh yeah. Finger fuck me and suck my clit. Oh fuck, I’m ready to cum.  Ah. Ah.  She sits down on him, presses her thighs against the side of his head and almost screams as she emits juices all over him.  Then she practically falls off him, to the side, reaching down and cupping her hand on her pussy. 

“That’s so good. I may never fuck you again if you’re willing to eat me instead. That would let me suck that gorgeous cock of yours, too.” She lays atop him and kisses him.  “But then it’s also great when you’re in me.  Maybe I’ll just have to try that again to be sure.” She grins at him and kisses him again.

While I spent Norm Rosenfeld’s money getting this all started, we talked often. Once he told me why he thought penis and pussy flavors would be a good investment. He mentioned that in D. H. Lawrence’s “Lady Chatterly’s Lover”, the lady is enamoured of the gamekeeper’s penis. And Rousseau wrote back to his girlfriend when he was on a trip that he couldn’t wait to get back and kiss her lovely bottom.  So both sexes have been interested in the other sex’s genitals for a long time. It’s natural. Sex is natural, it’s enjoyable. Nature or God or whatever made it that way so the species would survive. And if you’re hooked on sex, obviously you’ve got to have some feelings for the other sex’s penis or pussy. So it’s natural to want to kiss it, then taste it and savor it orally as well, in his opinion.

The problem is, men are all screwed up on sex. If were still cavemen, there wouldn’t be a problem. We’d just rape a woman whenever we felt like it. But modern society’s rules have left men in a quandary, not knowing how to go about anything that has to do with sex. We aren’t allowed to just follow our instincts.  Women, on the other hand, know very well they like sex and thus are always a step ahead of men when it comes to sex.  They don’t want to get pregnant out of wedlock and later they have to devote some time to raising kids but they still like sex.  In many cases, while courting, the women have already decided they’re going to have sex while the men are still trying to figure out what they should do.  Think of yourself, he said. Truthfully, is your wife always a step ahead of you when it comes to sex? I had to admit she was.  So, often, he thought, women end up sucking a guy’s cock because, 1, she wants to, but 2, it’s to let the guy know that it’s time to have sex. Otherwise he might take forever to get around to it.

He also said the zipper might have something to do with it. It’s just a lot easier for a female to get at a man’s penis than it is for a man to get to her pussy, way down between her legs.  Plus, a penis fits a mouth so easy. Women can just do things a naturally. If you ever get to it, it’s not natural what a man has to do to a woman, like find and suck on her clit. It takes a little education and most men reject what they don’t already know.

I mentioned that now, with the pill, so women don’t have to be as worried about getting pregnant. doing oral sex should probably decline. But in fact, it’s done more than ever. It seems weird. Not to him. It just proves what he said earlier, humans love sex and therefore love the sex organ of the opposite sex.

I’m not to sure whether he’s right but he’s obviously thought a lot about it.  The other point he once made is about the bell curve. That is, almost everything follows it with relatively few at the extremes and most in the middle. The same with sex, he says. There are a few oversexed people and there are a few frigid people but most are in the middle, normal.  So most get along together. Problems come when an oversexed person is teamed with someone with less of a sex drive. Real trouble if teamed with a frigid person. If the oversexed can get with the oversexed and the undersexed with the undersexed then everyone’s happy. 

He also told me that he knew his sexual desire was a problem. He was at the high end of the curve. Every time he saw a woman, almost, he wanted to have sex with her. So he usually made some sort of a move on almost every female. Surprisingly, a rather large number accepted.  His problem was with patients, often already naked or partly naked when he would make his move. If they didn’t like it, he had a real problem.  But most of them did like it and those who didn’t usually just cost him a big hunk of money. He really couldn’t explain why he married three of them. He never really said but I think he suspected they knew what they were doing better than he did and just saw it as a way to get a big hunk of his fortune.

Back at Flavors Inc., Rose is about to see her second taste test. She walks in as before. The naked legs and genitals of a man are there, protruding from a hanging sheet. They’re black. Really dark black.  For a moment she’s flustered. I never thought I was prejudiced, she thought to herself but I hadn’t expected this.  Well,  what the hell. It’s what I agreed to. She stepped up, gave her little talk as she fondled the penis and felt it rising and stiffening. It’s a little darker, she thought to herself, but not very different from Bernie’s. I thought black guys were all supposed to have these huge things.  She went through the same routine. Tasting, stopping , making notes. But with one change. At each stoppage she said she was stopping to make notes, that it wasn’t over yet.  She also began to realize the taste is very similar to the others. Black guys are humans, not something completely different.  And when she was finally done, when he had spurted some semen into her mouth and she had quickly pulled back and caught the rest with a towel, she was very, very aroused. Again, she went into a rest room, looked in the mirror and breathed deep.  Then something different. She went into a stall, pulled down her panties and got her fingers into herself and masturbated herself to a very pleasant orgasm. Even so, she smiled to herself, Bernie is going to get attacked tonight.

The same day, in another room  Norm Rosenfeld is about to perform his third taste test. He had truly enjoyed the first two although he had to admit they were big turn ons. This time, he looked down at what had to be a redhead. Light downy fuzz on her legs, rather sparse pubic hair of a darker red, shaved into a small V.  One leg laying straight, one bent slightly and to the side. Shapely legs with the thighs curving back to almost encourage your eyes to move up to her pussy. A really lovely pussy. Pink with almost puffy lips. As he looked at it some more he realized it was probably the most attractive one he’d ever seen. And he’d seen hundreds. Maybe more.  He gives his talk as he lightly fingers the lips. The legs spread as asked. It might be even more delicious with this more open view, he thinks. As he licks it he thinks to himself that it’s even the best tasting one he’s ever had. He even begins to believe that this subject liked him, seemed to be pushing her hips to him, wanting him to do more. He could hardly bring himself to stop and make notes before getting back into her and licking and sucking. Perfect clit, responds to his lips. Her hips moved slightly and he could hear her breathing. I know this is against the rules but after all these years, I’ve found the best pussy possible. So he said out loud, “You’re absolutely delicious. When this is over if you want to carry this on further I’ll be in the bar of the Redwood Hotel, next door. Six feet one,dark hair, blue blazer.” He then gets his mouth back to her and savors her some more. When she  finally cums, he doesn’t stop but keeps sucking up her juices and wants to go on and on but realizes he’s spent more time than normal. She, however, never gave any indication he should stop, just kept reacting back to his actions.

He waits in the bar for almost an hour before deciding that she isn’t coming. Fuck, he thinks to himself, he wonders if there is a way to find out who she is. He’d love to get at that pussy again.  But, finally, he leaves. He’s almost three blocks down the street when he can hear foot steps quickly behind him and a hand touches his back as a female voice says, “Excuse me.”

He turns. There’s a young woman there. Slim. Perhaps 5’6” or so. In blue jeans and a plain man’s shirt. Long reddish blond hair down below her shoulders. No make up. Not ugly but nothing special. Metal rim glasses.  “Were you doing taste tests at Flavors Inc.?” she asks. He said that he was. “I was your subject,” she says.  “When I left I was told that I couldn’t see you, that you had broken the rules. So I went the other way at first. I’ve been waiting in the lobby of a building across the street until someone that looked right came out.  But I wanted to find you because that was really a lovely experience.”

As he looks carefully, he realizes she’s older than he first thought, perhaps thirty. He knows what her butt and thighs looked like so she can’t be as slim as she looks right now. “I enjoyed it, too.” he says.

She hesitates. “Well, what do we do now?”

Norm smiles. “Your place or mine, I guess is the question.”

“We’re almost at my apartment now,” she replies with a grin. “Do you want to come up?”

“For more of you, definitely.”

On the way up, she introduces herself, Linda Holmes. She says, in case they get separated and want to find one another again. “Norm Rosenfeld”, he answers.

She opens the door, enters, steps aside and then closes and locks the door after him. “This is a little awkward since we don’t know each other but on the other hand we’ve already been intimate,” she says as she heads down a short hall to her bedroom. “Given the situation, I guess we should both just get undressed and go on from there.” With that, she steps out of her shoes, unfastens her jeans and pulls them down her legs. Norm is surprised to see she has no underwear on, is already naked beneath her shirt so he starts rapidly removing his clothes also. She then unbuttons the shirt and as she removes it, is completely naked and apparently not self-conscious about it at all.  He’s pleased to note her breasts, while not huge DDs are well formed, probably C cups.“ It’s up to you but if you want, it’d be fine with me to just continue on from where we stopped.” With that she lays down on the bed on her back and watches as Norm removes his trousers, then his underpants, smiling as she sees his erection pop up. 

Norm has never had complaints about his cock. Like the rest of him, it’s not unusually big around but is longer than average. “you have the most attractive, best tasting pussy I’ve ever seen,: he says as he climbs onto the bed. “And now I can see, the rest of your body matches it.” He’s headed up between her legs. She bends her knees back and lifts her legs, bringing her pussy lips up as he leans down to them. His tongue penetrates her and licks around as his hands hold her butt up to him.  He licks up to her clit, flicks his tongue on it and then his tongue returns to her vagina. “You’re still delicious,” he says, interrupting himself.  Then he’s back into her, his mouth sucking her labia.

“You really like this, don’t you?” she asks. “Not every man does.” Then he can hear her breathing as he continues eating her as vigorously as he can.  “I don’t want to stop at all,” he can hear her saying, “But can we move around so you can keep doing that while I can do the same for you? You look delicious, too.”  He does interrupt himself long enough to climb around to face the opposite direction. He then gets his tongue back into her, grabs her butt cheeks and pulls her on top of him. Soon, he can feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping his penis and hear some slight slurping sounds as she sucks and licks.  He moves his mouth up to her clit, sucks on it, as he slips two fingers up into her and begins moving them around, hunting for her G spot.  Her reaction, which he feels as well as hears, is to start moaning as she holds his erection in her mouth and sucks on  it, keeping her tongue busy also. It doesn’t take long and her body jerks and jumps and stiffens some as she flushes juice onto his mouth and chin. 




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With that, he pulls his face, then his whole body, away, She holds onto his cock, not wanting to lose it, but soon realizes that he’s getting into position between her legs to feed it into her vagina, so she helps aim it in. As hot and wet as she is, he slips almost completely in with one push.  She lets out an audible breath.  He realizes how tight she is, with every bit of his cock being massaged by her canal.  Immediately, she pushes back with her hips, forcing what’s remaining of his cock into her.  “Linda, this feels so good,” is all he can think of to say. He then pulls almost fully out, then back in again. 

“It sure does,” she replies, her eyes sort of unfocused or staring into space as her hips push back.

Later, they each use the bathroom. He’s done first., she’s douching. So he wanders into the living room, sees a three ring binder and picks it up and opens it. It’s full of photos, obviously professional photos, of a truly beautiful woman. He recognizes one as something he’d see in a magazine ad for something.  She comes up behind him, presses her naked body against his naked back and puts an arm around his waist. “What’s this?” he asks, holding the binder up where she can see it over his shoulder. 

“That’s my book,” she says.

“Book?”

“Yes. I’m a model. Those are all photos of me. Photos I’ve posed for.”

“Wow, you’re beautiful!” he says. “I didn’t recognize you.”

“Well, when I go on assignment, I wear no make-up, do nothing with my hair, wear the fewest simple clothes possible. The photographer’s staff is going to make me up, do my hair and dress me. So I did the same for the assignment at Flavors, even though nobody was going to see me.” She then slid her arm that was around him down a little and wrapped her fingers around his cock, causing it to start rising again.  “Well, not see all of me.” She squeezed his cock slightly, wiggled her body so that her pubic h airs rubbed the back of his thigh. “Of course, you’ve seen all of me now. We’re not done are we?”

Norm turned, put his arms around her and held her close. “Nope, can’t be, There are too many places on that lovely body of yours that I haven’t got to yet.”

The testing went on for two weeks. I was there at least part of every day; as much time as I could manage while keeping my real job. Even though I couldn’t contribute anything, I wanted to be sure it all was successful. Norm was there about as often as me. Of course, he was actually contributing, since he was helping with  the taste tests.  We talked often. He raved about Linda. He was spending every minute with her that he could. From the way he talked, it seemed that they spent all that time in bed.  He told me that lots of women appear satisfied with sex, Linda was the first he’d experienced that got turned on by it. No matter how much they did,  she always seemed ready for more. Wanted more and let him know that she did.

He said it was perfect. He was oversexed. Now he met a woman who was also oversexed, both at the same end of the bell curve.  That had been his problem before, he always wanted more and his partner got satisfied at some point. Not Linda. She obviously enjoyed it but was never fully satisfied. Always needed more. He told me he had asked her how someone as beautiful as her and as sexy as her was available. Turns out, she’s never married.  Told him that in theory she’d like to be but never had met anyone that she could make a final commitment to because she would want it to be final and forever. And the reason usually was that they left her frustrated sexually. She said even the guys that were pretty good at sex at some point would be done and want to roll over and go to sleep while she wanted more. So she’d be left frustrated. She also said, she’d rather have no sex at all than be frustrated. So, while it wasn’t what she preferred, she went without sex a lot of the time. Can’t stand being frustrated, being aroused and abandoned. 

Norm was doing his best to make sure she didn’t get frustrated.

Once the taste testing was done, the tasters, the “educated palates”, got down to their more regular work. Artificial flavors were concocted and the palates had to work there way through them in order to arrive at some final flavors that most closely duplicated the actual tastes and odors of penises and vulvas.  This is when I began to wonder if I’d made a big mistake. I mean, I’m not some saint or prude but everybody involved seemed to have their sexual activity turned up a couple notches.  I hadn’t intended to come up with an aphrodisiac that would push the whole country into a sexual frenzy.

Norm and Linda seemed to go at it almost steadily. As a model, she could often find time during the day and Norm kept running off mid-day to spend a couple hours in bed with her.  Then again every night. I’ve got to know Rose well enough to learn that she’s practically driving Bernie out of his mind, coming home every evening to jump his bones. And Joanne and Chuck were on the way to moving in with each other since they could hardly stand to spend a couple hours apart with clothes on. Joanne and Norm were both temporary full time tasters with Flavors now. In fact, Norm still had his medical practice but Joanne was about to become a real employee. She really had a good palate.

However, as I talked with every one involved I think that I learned that the flavors were not aphrodisiacs. If you had never tasted the sexual organ of the opposite sex, you actually wouldn’t even like the taste.  The only thing it did was remind those who had had oral sex of the experience, making them think a little more about sex.  Norm and Linda was just a matter of two oversexed persons coming together.  Joannne and Chuck were just sexy young people discovering love for the first time and over-doing it, as people tend to do at the beginning. As for Rose, well, I’m not sure. I think we awakened a latent nymph. Besides, Bernie wasn’t complaining, he was just amazed at the change.

The day finally arrived when Doug was able to tell me and Norm that, yes, they had come up with suitable flavors. We could proceed with our product.

We worked with the contract manufacturer. We essentially copied the formula of the best throat lozenge on the market so that we could honestly say ours was a great product. The only difference was the flavor. We had 5,000 dozen lozenges made. One third had what we guessed was the correct amount of flavor, one third had a slightly lighter dose of flavor and one third had a slightly heavier doze. Truth is, I couldn’t tell The difference but I knew there was a slight difference.

Now we were in my area of expertise, marketing. We lined up every pharmacy in Santa Barbara, California, every pharmacy in Burlington, Vermont, and every pharmacy in Manhattan, Kansas.  We supplied each of them with packages of lozenges Santa Barbara got the stronger ones, Manhattan  the medium and Burlington the weaker. Each pharmacy was asked to provide them free to adult customers who normally used throat lozenges. We chose the cities in order to be able to have a controlled test market later. Places where we could control advertising and distribution and not get side tracked as we might in huge cities. We also  came up with a product name, Genitrol. We asked the pharmacies to provide Genitrol F to women, Genitrol M to men.  We even created an incorporated entity, Genitrol Inc. 

Each package included a questionnaire. I had really worked hard on this. We did not ask for anyone's’ name. But we did ask a lot of questions about how effective the lozenges were and comments. We then also asked sexual questions, specifically about oral sex.  Over the next couple weeks we received questionnaires. Lots and lots of questionnaires. Almost more than we could manage to make use of. All together, we got back almost 70% of all those handed out, which is a fantastic response.  Some market tests get a response of one or two per cent. We expected to get more, these were free products and the recipients thought they were helping out in medical testing. In fact, they were, I guess. Lozenges are a medical product.  But not that high a percentage. I guess people are more open about their sex life than I would have thought.

Anyway, the Santa Barbara ones rated highest, so we went with the slightly stronger taste in our final product. The separate products for men and women actually got a positive response. I was afraid it would be too complicated but both sexes apparently preferred something that was specifically for them. And more responses than I expected willingly gave out lots of sexual information. Some people even wrote us what amounted to separate letters about their sexual practices. The tie-in between throat lozenges and sex seemed to be accepted. 

Then, to top it off, we started hearing from the pharmacies. They had customers coming in wanting to buy the product. They wanted us to start supplying them with real product to sell. It took us a couple weeks to get the production run but we did supply each pharmacy that had handed out free samples with a supply of product. We priced them at the same retail price as the most expensive brand already on the market. 

We also arranged with a distribution company to start handling our product. Partly because of money and partly because it seemed wise, we started introducing the product in portions of the country. We started on the West Coast.  It just seemed easier to control what was happening than it would have in some sections of the East. We created local ads for newspapers that stayed very professional, almost like a pharmaceutical company. 

Nothing happened over night. It took a little while. But slowly, we started growing and getting a larger and larger share of the overall m market. Then we extended our distribution eastward,  to the Rocky Mountain states, from North to South, Montana, Colorado, New Mexico and everything in between. Again, we stayed conservative. And, we did it all by re-investing the money that came in  from actual sales.  I quit my full time job and became full time at Genitrol. We could afford it. Gradually we moved on out until a year later we had distribution across the entire country.  By moving gradually, we actually had the distribution company urging us to enlarge. They were happy with the sales activity. Likely we could never have got them to invest in nationwide distribution at the beginning, before the product proved itself.

Two years after putting the product on the market, we were the number one selling medicated throat lozenge in the US.  Our competitors started price cutting. We didn’t.  They did manage to increase their market share slightly but then in a few weeks, we got it back. The market truly preferred our product. We went from becoming financially stable to having a real profit pumping product.  Norm and I started to have serious financial growth.

Meantime, Norm was trying to get Linda to marry him. He did manage to get her to live with him. They rented a new apartment together.  She told him she loved the sex, there had never been anyone like him. But she also told him he was a spoiled brat, always managing to do exactly what he wanted. His history of getting married and then straying with other women was not what she wanted to repeat. He told her that he couldn’t stray even if he wanted to, she had him in bed practically every spare moment.  He also sort of wanted her to give up her work. Linda was becoming more and more successful as a model, was earning bigger money than ever, and wanted to sock it away and secure her future. So she wasn’t about to quit and leave herself dependent upon Norm and his history of multiple wives and affairs. None of which seemed to slow down their sex with each other. 

More money was coming in than either Norm or I had ever thought possible. There are only so many throat lozenges you can sell so we weren’t about to become Bill Gates type billionaires but we were certainly becoming millionaires. As business partners we talked often and both agreed that we should try and extend our business, find more products that could make use of our flavors.  I met with the research company we’d used earlier. There were a number of discussions and we finally decided on an approach.

We would send teams out into malls to interview people. Guys interviewing guys, gals interviewing gals because the questions had to eventually get around to sex. We decided that the interviews would start with a sample of Genitrol. If the subject didn’t like it, the interview was over. If they did like it, we knew we had someone that had performed oral sex on a partner. We could then go on to try and find out what other foods people associated with sex.  What foods did they eat during or around the time of having sex. What foods seemed to encourage sexual activity. 

It wasn’t going to be all that expensive. If we had six teams, six guys and six girls, visit malls for three days each, for two months, we could probably cover most every part of the US and obtain more than enough interviews to give us a reliable sample.  If we used college kids on summer vacation, each would probably be more than happy to earn a couple thousand dollars. Their travel expenses would probably amount to roughly as much as their pay. So the whole project would most likely come in under $100,000, which at that point didn’t seem like a lot to me.  The research firm set out to acquire the interviewers at several colleges and universities.  As students applied, each interview of them started, also, with a Genitrol throat lozenge. If they didn’t like it, they weren’t right for us.  It was never stated that way but that’s the way it was. The other qualification was, they had to be over 21, no criminal record and had to pass a blood test as both drug and VD clear.  We then flew the dozen to Los Angeles for a two day training session before sending them out on a scheduled tour of malls. A tour we were arranging with mall managers. Each of them would be independent contractors, not employees. We would provide them with a set amount for room and board during the tour, plus their pay. The amount was more than enough to cover normal living, we weren’t trying to be cheap. If they could manage for less, it meant more money in their pockets.

I hadn’t thought of it and if I had I’m not sure I would have cared. Bringing together a dozen healthy single 21 year olds that have each experienced oral sex, at least, has to lead to some sexual interplay.

We had them all in the same hotel, had our meetings with them in rooms in the hotel.  Since our first meeting started in the morning, all arrived the day before, spending the night in the hotel.  Most of them apparently managed to discover that others were there and the afternoon they all arrived, most of them met at the hotel pool.  Two of the girls, Lisa and Emily were already casual acquaintances at the same college and arrived together and were assigned a room together. For both, it was a new experience, being out on their own, essentially at someone else's expense.  They lightly almost joked with one another that they hoped it was going to be a very sexy summer and that perhaps they could meet guys who were room mates and rearrange the pairings  Like many such light hearted comments, there was a kernel of truth behind it. In fact, by the time they arrived at the pool that afternoon, each of the girls were, in their own minds, sort of hoping for it to come true. Each of the girls was also just finishing up sucking on one of her free Genitrol lozenges.

Lisa is a  very smart, very capable business major in a summer break before starting her senior year. She’s also, as were each of the others involved, very fit physically. Perhaps not quite movie starlet quality but very attractive. Medium hair color, sun bleached with blond streaks, 5’6” and 120 lbs., B cup breasts.  While not a virgin by a long shot, she is used to being in charge and deciding what happens and when. Emily, on the other h and, gives a first impression of being a librarian. Small, slight, perhaps 5’3” and 100 lbs.., dark h air, glasses.  But in a bathing suit it’s a completely different story. Sex incarnate. C cup breasts, shapely legs, small waist. Most of the time she’s had a steady boy friend. But however the situation is, she’s used to having sex often and regularly and makes Lisa seem almost like a virgin in comparison. Emily is used to and wants sex daily, if not more often. 

Phil is also a junior on summer break. He’s certainly a nice enough looking guy, fraternity type. Crew cut, six feet, perhaps 175 pounds, more interested in generally having a good time than anything requiring a lot of planning or work. He’d love to have a sexy summer. By random selection, his room mate is Alex. Alex gives the impression of an innocent hick. To some extent it’s a true impression in that he is naive in many ways. And he’s only had sex with one girl. But he’s done everything sexually possible with her and he’s done it hundreds of times over several years. He’s certainly attractive enough, dark blond, sort of a slouchy, casual type.  The two guys are from different schools, don’t know one another.

 As Lisa spreads her towel on a lounge chair, Phil, immediately moves his belongings to the next chair and starts to hit on her.  She responds with some light flirting. She even asks if he has a room mate. He does, of course. He’s just met Alex a half hour before but he has Alex come over, with his gear, to take the chair next to Emily.  The four of them banter, dive into the pool and swim a little, then talk some more. 

Lisa is ready, Phil is ready. It’s really just a matter of how they’re going to realize this.  Lisa and Phil go back into the pool. They talk a little. She splashes him, he splashes back.  They end up with their bodies against one another holding each other.  They stay in that position and talk a little and look at one another.  Lisa runs her hand down his back, pushing her fingers inside his suit, onto his bare butt.  He does the same to her.  She can feel his erection pressing into her, moves her hand around, still inside his suit, to get her fingers to his penis.  He kisses her neck. 

“I like the feel of you,” she says, “I want to make use of it.”

“How do we do this?” he murmurs. “I’ll tell Alex not to come back to the room and interrupt us.”

Lisa smiles. “No, let me ask Emily not to interrupt us.  It might be difficult for her to ask Alex to her room but I hope it won’t be difficult for Alex to ask her to his room.”

As Phil and Lisa head for Lisa’s room, she comments, “I feel a little guilt. I mean, I like sex. And I’m no virgin. But this isn’t normal for me. I mean we only met ten minutes ago.  I don’t know exactly why I’m doing this. Maybe it’s being on my own for almost the first time. There’s not much time, either. But I think it’s something more.  I barely knew Emily at school but she and I flew here together and talked. And we both commented that we couldn’t stop thinking about erections, about lovely, firm, male cocks.  I mean, I’ve always thought a good erect cock is what sex is but I haven’t had it center my mind the way it has the last day or so.  Ever since I agreed to this job I’ve been thinking of sucking a cock.” She stopped and looked at him. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t have said it that way. Remember, you’re the one that made the first move on me. I just went along with it. I mean, you’re really a good looking guy.”

As soon as they got to her room, they were both naked. Lisa again had her hand grasping Phil’s cock as they kiss.  “I’ve been thinking of a good, firm cock like this all day. I think it’s these throat lozenges they gave us. But whatever, I really want you right now.” She’s quickly on her knees, kissing and then licking his erection, telling him how lovely it is.  It’s soon half way down her throat as she sucks and licks until she gets a warm load. Smiling, she’s back up and kissing him again. 




Genitrol



He picks her up, carries her to the bed and sits her on the edge as he kneels between her legs. “I should build up to this but I’ve been thinking of a juicy, delicious pussy even longer than you.” With that, his tongue shoves between her labia and he starts licking around, savoring her tastes. He then licks up a little and flicks his tongue on her clit, then back into her vagina, then back onto her clit. It’s grown enough that he can grip it with his lips and suck on it. When Lisa’s hips start jerking and he hears her moaning, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he lowers his mouth to suck in just about her whole pussy so he can taste and swallow everything she emits.

At the pool, Emily stands up in her minimal bikini, her  breasts practically popping out. ”C’mon Alex, we’ll go to your room.”

“My room?”

“Well, yeah. Lisa and Phil are in our room so we have to go to your room.” She leans over him, letting her breasts hand loose almost in his face. “Look at me Alex. Do you like what you see. Am I attractive?”

“You’re gorgeous, like a magazine fold out.”

“Well then, c’mon. Make use of me. I want you to.”

“I’ve got a girl at home. I shouldn’t fool around with anyone else. It’s like I’d be cheating on her .”

“Alex, your mouth is being shy but your cock is saying you’re ready. C’mon. If you don’t want to feel like you cheated,” she gave a dirty grin, “then don’t make any move on me. Just relax and let me rape you.”

He gets up and starts off with her, holding his towel to hide his erection. She’s beginning to wonder what the deal is with this guy. He obviously wonders, too.  “What exactly is the deal here.” he says.

“Look Alex. We’re swapping room mates. Phil is moving in with Lisa, I’m moving in with you.”

“Will the hotel  . . .”

“Alex, no one gives a damn. No one cares. We just do it.  You and I share the bed, you and I fuck up a storm.”

“Just fucking? That’s all?“

She smiles.  “No, I’ll swallow your cock and sit on your face so that you either eat me or get suffocated. Then we’ll fuck.”

In the room she gets them both naked and has him lay on the bed while she admires his cock. She lets him know he’s got a great one, way above average, and then practically swallows it while Alex has the sexiest experience of his life.  Later, she crawls up atop him, feeding him first one breast and then the other, telling him how to lick and suck each of them, gum her nipples. She then crawls on up, uses her fingers to open herself and talks him through getting his tongue in her, then sucking on her clit, then sucking up her juices as she cums.  Later, she sits on him and takes his cock up into her.  Afterwards they shower and feel each other’s bodies. 

“I thought I knew about girls,” he says to her. “You’re the sexiest thing in the world, more than anything I’ve ever experienced. I really liked it. Can I just sort of munch on you for awhile now?”

“Hon,” she says, with a huge smile, “You can eat me all night if you want.”

I wasn’t aware of any of this until later. Lisa’s mother called up the research company about three weeks later complaining that she had called her daughter and a man had answered. She hung up and tried again, got Lisa, but heard the same male voice in the background. Lisa apparently admitted to her that she was staying with  a guy. They were both making additional money by sharing one room. The mother didn’t like this even though she had to admit that Lisa had done something like this before.  The answer she got was, Lisa is an adult, over 21, is an independent contractor and not an employee. She is performing her job and that is all the company cares about.  No calls from the mother came after that.

I was the one, however that went into the field and visited the malls and watched our contractors to see if they were performing as we wanted.  A few weeks later I talked with Lisa. She readily admitted that she and Phil were living together. She also said that the sex was absolutely great, she’d never been with a guy she enjoyed more. Breakfast with Phil was fun, visits to museums interesting. Everything was great except Phil wanted to marry her. She told me what she says she told Phil. She has to finish school, work a couple years, go back for her MBA and then work a couple more, move up the corporate ladder.  Then, once she’s established, she can get married. Maybe six or seven years from now. But she has to prove herself to herself first. Phil's even talking about transferring to her school.  He’s absolutely nuts about her.

Emily and Alex are slightly different. Emily is happy having sex regularly. Alex is fine at it, she enjoys him.  He’s happy with Emily. If anything, she’s hornier than he is.  But both accept that this is something of the moment. Neither is concerned that this will only last a couple months. They both have others to go back to.

When the assignments were given out, the thought was to make them random.  Two couples did ask to be assigned together -- the two I’ve just mentioned -- and so they were.  I visited all of them, these two plus four other couples.  One other eventually led to sex between them also. But it took a few weeks. This one might actually end up serious. We’ll see.  The other three were just business relationships.  One of the other guys, David, was fairly open about his experiences.

He says that the girl he’s teamed with is weird. She spends almost all the money she makes to go home to her boy friend as often as she can manage. She almost doesn’t talk to him.  But he says the local girls are very hot. Hotter than he could imagine. He told me of one encounter.

David’s a nice looking guy. Dark curly h air that falls over his forehead, tall, good shape. He says this really cute girl came up to him in the mall to ask what he was doing. He told her about his job. She seemed interested in his being there only a couple days and then going on. She wanted him to interview her. He told her that he couldn’t. He interviewed guys only.  She pushed it, wanting to know why he couldn’t interview her. He told her that the questions got very personal and involved asking about sexual activities. She was a very attractive girl, he admitted, and she wasn’t willing to give up. She said she’d be happy to tell him about her sexual activities.  So he told her that he didn’t even have any forms to interview females. She pushed some more so he took her back to the small office space that was supplied by mall management. He gave her some Genitrol F that they had there.  He then started into asking her if she had ever performed oral sex.  She told him that she did and she loved to, there was almost nothing as sexy as sucking a delicious cock. She even started rubbing his, through his trousers. 

Well, they ended up sixty nining, then fucking, then she went back to his room with him and they spent the night together.  He said that she really did like to suck cock. And was very good at it.  He would, personally, prefer to fuck more but had to admit they managed to get a fair amount of that in also. She was the most aggressive he’d run into but there had been others. 

Anyway, about three months later we had a lot of information from these questionnaires.  We also got a new piece of information, Joanne told me that, while we had specifically asked for male and female flavors, in fact the differences were not great. There most likely was a single flavor that would be something like 85% as effective for both sexes.  All of this information contributed to our deciding on  our next product, or product family.

Meanwhile, Linda and Norm got married.  Nothing fancy. They just went to City Hall, got marriages licenses and then got married.  He’s still a doctor with a private practice as well as my partner in Genitrol Inc. She’s still a model, becoming more in demand and receiving larger fees.  Another thing happened that was of some concern. We started to hear of rumors that were spreading around about Genitrol. Some claimed  we were satanists, some that we were involved with human sacrifice. We were grinding up penises and pussies to make our flavors.  Some of this was probably encouraged by our competition. But a fair amount seemed to come from the religious right.

A friend of my wife was a good friend of Margaret Springfield. Her husband, Fred, is perhaps the most famous, widely heard, fundamentalist preacher in the country, on TV and radio.  From what I could learn, Margaret and Fred were very normal people. They married while both were still students, had three children. This friend even mentioned that Margaret once mentioned that she hoped she’d die from a heart attack during sex with Fred so she’d have a smile on her face. 

We arranged an appointment. I figured Norm was the one to go. The doctor.  We talked a lot. I remember years ago when I was the PR guy for a company when a hunk of metal was stolen from our plant and sold to a junk man. The hunk was part of our contribution to the space program, even though it was just a weight and of minimal importance.  The press heard about a theft from the space program and came out in force. I stood there in front of the cameras and described the problem accurately, even kicked another similar hunk of metal with my foot to accentuate how unimportant it was. Nothing ever appeared on the TV news. It made one newspaper, very small and very far back. The trick is to be truthful. 

In this case, we had no problems, so I stressed to Norm to be truthful. Don’t try to sugar coat anything. We’ve got an excellent product. The tastes are different and are purposely similar to those of male penises and female vulvas. But they’re artificial flavors, concocted from chemicals. They are not an aphrodisiac, do not artificially cause people to become aroused. If the person using the lozenge participated in and enjoyed oral sex, then our lozenge should remind him or her of that and make our product more appealing. The other manufacturers appealed to users the same way but using cherry or some other artificial flavor.

So, the meeting was held. Norm talked with Fred Springfield a little and then the wife, Margaret, came in with a plate of cookies and some soft drinks. Apparently that was common in the Springfield household. So Norm suggested that Margaret should stay. She did.  He went through our spiel pretty much as I just described.  Then he went a step further. He added that if anyone had any problems with our product it would have been back when the original testing was done to come up with the flavors. Men did taste women and men, women, back then, he admitted.  Some were married. At least two marriages came out of it, including his own.  But it was all done scientifically, in controlled circumstances, very hygienic. 

When Norm mentioned, at some point, that our lozenges were not aphrodisiacs, he apparently added that if someone had not experienced and enjoyed oral sex, he or she would probably not like the taste of our product.  Margaret mentioned that their teen age daughter had a sore throat a week or so ago and had used some Genitrol F from Margaret’s medicine cabinet and had complained to her mother about the icky taste.  At the time, Margaret said she just suggested that the girl use some other brand with a more popular flavor.  She went on to say that her daughter had been dating the same young man for several years and had told her parents she wanted to get married. The parents objected, saying she was too young. Her answer was that they, the parents, had got married at the same age she and her boy friend were.  So it was a slight dilemma. Now, the mother was glad to learn her daughter and the boy friend had seemingly not  moved on to at least some forms of sex since she didn’t like our lozenges. We were glad to learn the Springfield household used our product. I guess Fred and Margaret fit into the norm on their sexual practices.

That turned the trick. Later, Fred Springfield announced to his large audience that he’d checked out Genitrol and, while  he was not endorsing it, he knew for a fact that the ugly rumors were not true and it was a perfectly acceptable product. In fact, they used it in his own home. That ended that. We heard no more.

A couple months later I heard that the Springfield’s daughter was getting married. My wife’s friend even said that Margaret Springfield had said something odd. When she discovered that her daughter all of a sudden liked our product she knew it was time for her to marry.

The results of our survey are in. Wow, people eat almost everything with sex. Some interrupt and have ice cream. For others it’s potato chips. Some mentioned peanut butter, some vegetables, and so on.  After sorting through everything and realizing the limits and advantages of our flavors,  we settled on dip.  Flavored, creamy dip that people use with various chips and almost anything.  It isn’t a huge market but it seems to fit.  Big problems, though. Our contract manufacturer didn’t make anything like it. Our distributors didn’t handle products like it. It’s a food not a medicine. So we had to get a new manufacturer and a new distributor. We had a proven track record now, which helped. But it’s still a matter of our having to carve out a niche for ourselves in a brand new market. Find a way to get shelf space.

We started out the same way we did with Genitrol. We went to isolated test markets and provided food markets with free sample for them to hand out. Everything went very well. People seemed to like our taste. Not separate male and female tastes now, just the one.

We named the product “French Dip”.  It’s a dip. People seem to associate “French “ with sex.  The two words form a phrase that’s well known. We even talked about it and decided if we ever introduced it in France, we’d probably h ave to call it “American Dip” since the French think we’re the ones obsessed with sex.  We even came up with a slogan to go with the name, “Adds zest to even the greatest taste“.

To actually move from a test to a serious full scale market attack, we would need advertising. The throat lozenges made it almost completely on word of mouth. Hopefully, that will help here, too. But we still need to let a mass audience know that the product exists.

I devised the ads.  I knew they would require an really good, experienced crew to produce. Getting everything just right was crucial. My idea is to be purposely sexy, push it as far as we can. To the point that we won’t be able to run the ads until after prime time, after ten pm.  And, if things go well, we’ll get complaints. Which will help call attention to our product. 

My intent is to use a couple. A married couple since that might mollify some people. The wife’s bare body is laying there in close up and the husband smears a large dollop of dip, carried on his two fingers, on or into her belly button. He then dips something into the dip. Something he can lick, perhaps a concave section of green pepper or a section of a tomato. He then lifts it out of sight and you can hear him eat it. Then his fingers pick up a little pile of dip and reach off screen. But he’s reaching to an area that can only be her pussy, even though you never see it. You can see him lean across as if he’s getting his mouth to her and then you can hear him lick and slurp. Her body reacts by jumping slightly and you hear her make aroused sounds. Then the screen goes blank and a picture of the product shows up, along with the slogan, “ Adds zest to even the greatest taste“.

A second commercial would be basically the same except it’s the wife putting the dip on her husband’s navel. She scoops some up with something phallic, a carrot stick perhaps or jicama just as the other did. She then also picks up some dip out of his navel and reaches out to what has to be his penis, even though you never see it, and then she leans across and you can hear her licking and sucking it off him. Same ending.

Norm wanted Linda and him to do the commercials. Linda was fine but I wasn’t sure about Norm as an actor. So we hired another couple. Purposely different coloring, a dark haired and darker skinned female and a blond guy. We then filmed the commercials twice. Once with the hired actors and once with Norm and Linda. In fact. Norm did fine. Both sets of commercials were great. Perfect. They took forever to shoot. The director ran everyone through every step over and over to get the timing and the viewing areas correct. But it was worth it. 

In the midst of making the commercials, I ran back over to Flavors Inc. to check on several things and ran into Joanne. She told me that she had gone ahead and put together a dry soup mix since she knew I would want it since we were introducing our dip. I felt like an idiot. Of course. If we’re going to have dip we should have a dry mix that people could use to make their own dip.  I thanked her a lot and asked how she and Chuck were doing. She practically glowed. 

“We’re doing fine,” she said, “I’ve never been happier. In fact, this mix helped some.  It not only includes the correct flavor and scent but I added some pheromones, the chemicals that are used by animals to attract the opposite sex.  Then, I tried it with some bouillon cubes and boiling water, to make consommé, a soup.  I know, most people don’t use soup mix for soup, they use it for dip, but since it’s called a soup mix I thought I’d try it. I’ll tell you. We’ve had some twice and each time we never managed to finish a bowl. It is so super sexy that after a couple sips, we couldn’t help ourselves. We were at it right on the kitchen floor.”

I managed to get a couple packets of the dry mix from her and headed back to the studio where the commercials were being shot. I’ll never get over how dumb I was to not have come up with a dry mix idea myself and I made a mental note to cut Joanne in on some percentage of the profits for her having thought of it.  I also stopped by a market and bought a package of bouillon cubes. Back at the studio, the commercials with the hired couple were done and the final shots of Norm and Linda were being made.  I talked with the crew doing the shooting and arranged right then to shoot what I had in mind with Norm and Linda for the dry mix.

Every professional studio has a kitchen.  So I got a shot of water coming to a boil in a clear glass pot. Then we shot two bouillon cubes being dropped in, then the packet of dry mix being shaken in.  I used a small formica top breakfast table that was already there, the kind lots of families have in their homes. I had Norm in just boxer shorts, Linda in bra and panties.  We shot over Norm’s shoulder, looking at Linda. The staff made her up professionally and she was absolutely gorgeous. Maybe too beautiful to be believed even.  Then we put hot steaming bowls of consommé made with our dry mix in front of each of them. They had never tasted it before.  As Linda sipped from the spoon, she looked up at Norm and smiled. You could see his spoon move up and hear him slurp.  Then they each had another spoon full. 

As I had asked, Linda then raised herself very slightly and, while you could see nothing, it was obvious that she was slipping her panties off. Norm raised himself and removed his boxers also, although it was not as evident.  In the final commercial, after that shot, we cut to a picture of the product. The announcer added some voice over and the name French Dip appeared along with the slogan, “A very seductive taste”. Then we cut back to a shot of an empty table with two steaming bowls sitting there and the moans and slurping sounds of sex could be heard.

In the test markets we began running the ads on local TV but only after ten pm.  The first day it was the dip and our product moved off the super market shelves. The next day it was the dry mix and it moved off the market shelves. The ads worked. The product sold. Something else happened, too. It was exactly what I expected. The TV stations and the markets began to receive calls complaining about the commercials. Too blatantly sexy.  Evil even, some callers said.  As much as possible I had people all respond the same way by asking what specifically was wrong. One main reply was that they would lead children down the wrong path. The answer was obvious. Children weren’t seeing the ads, they only appeared after ten pm.  That stopped some. Others went further but our answer was that absolutely no sexual parts of humans were ever shown, no sex acts were ever shown. We added that, in case the complainer cared, the couple in the ads were actually married couples.