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The Loveable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 20 - A New Formula

A few weeks after my wife and her friends incorporated their 
penis balm business, my wife came home one Thursday evening quite 
excited.

"We've done it!" she exclaimed.

"And who did you do it with?" I responded, not missing an opening 
like that.

"Oh, don't be silly," she cooed.  "You know I don't screw without 
you around."  She became suddenly serious.  "We changed the 
formula for the balm.  I mean, we've created a variation which 
will be even more successful."  She held up a small tube.  "Not 
only will this keep a man erect for hours on end, but it will 
give his woman a thoroughly satisfying experience."

"The old formula provided her with plenty," I replied.  "I mean, 
it kept the man going until his woman couldn't take any more."

"Oh, that's still the case," Ann smiled, "but we've added 
something new.  Lisa came up with the idea, and we all went to 
work on it, in our spare time, of course."

"So?" I insisted, "What is it?  How does it work?" 

"First, let me tell how it all started," she gave me that smile 
which meant this could be worthwhile sexually.  So we settled 
down on the couch, and she began to explain.  "One of our clients 
at the lab is a company that makes dog food.  They have a formula 
which is very healthy for dogs, but they had a problem.  Dogs 
didn't like it.  In fact, they hated the taste."

"Like little boys and broccoli?" I asked.

"Exactly," she laughed.  "So this company asked if we could 
develop some way of making their formula more tasty, I mean 
change it so it would really be appealing to puppies."  

Ann paused and frowned, then continued, "We tasted their product.  
I know, it's dog food, but we tried it, and frankly I don't blame 
the dogs.  It stinks.  It tastes rotten.  It's so bad we decided 
there's no way we could change the taste enough to make it 
acceptable, at least not and leave in the necessary nutrients.  
So...," she smiled broadly.  "We decided to try changing the way 
dogs taste their food.  You know that's been done with people for 
years.  That's why the Chinese use MSG so much.  That's what 
cooks do when they create a new recipe.  Anyhow, Lisa read how 
the Oriental people are using a variety of vinegars to enhance 
taste, and that gave her an idea.  We decided to experiment with 
our own taste-changing formula.  I'll spare you the gory details 
...we tried, and we did it!  We now have an oil-base formula which 
actually works.  Place a couple of drops on your tongue and 
eating becomes a thrilling experience."

"Are we talking about dogs?" I asked.  "Or people?"

"Both," Ann affirmed.  "Our oil makes almost anything taste 
delicious, not by changing its actual taste but by tricking the 
taste buds.  And you guessed it.  This stuff works ...not only on 
dogs, but also on people!"

"You're telling me this new stuff can make dog food palatable to 
my taste buds?" I asked, still not really impressed.

"Yes, it would, Silly, but that's not the point.  I'm saying that 
a couple of drops in your mouth will fire up your taste buds 
until you will relish anything you eat...," she grinned.  
"Absolutely anything!"  Then she paused before adding, "In fact, 
you'll relish the taste so much that you won't be able to get 
enough."

"So you're creating a new class of gluttons."

"Wait a minute!  Consider the possibilities.  Suppose I put a 
couple of drops on your tongue, then asked you to eat my pussy."  
She paused for me to consider.  "Or let's imagine you put a few 
drops on your dick and asked me to suck you off."  

Contact!  What a devious genius I married.  "So that's what you 
have in that tube?" I asked.  "Oral stimulant?"

"Oh, that's only part of it.  We did even better," she laughed.  
"We combined these new oral drops with the balm I used on you, 
and now we have an ointment which turns on a woman until she may 
want to give head all night ...and it gives the man an erection 
which will last every bit as long as she needs him."

"You 'combined' the two formulas?" I asked.

"Well, the girls in our lab team believe men are usually more 
eager to have sex than their women.  And they agreed that many 
women find giving oral sex to be repulsive.  So they decided, 
'Let's make giving head, should we say, more tasteful to women.  
And more rewarding to men.'  We mixed the taste-drops into our 
long-lasting balm, which, I might add is selling very well."

"And...?" By now I was ready to hear more.

"So if the man wants a really great tongue lashing, but his wife 
thinks giving head is revolting, he can wash his dick so there's 
no smell.  Then he can rub a bit of our formula on his erection.  
The woman doesn't suspect a thing.  He simply asks her to kiss 
the tip of his dick.  Once she touches her lips anywhere near our 
new formula, she's instantly hooked.  One taste will turn her 
into a fellatio fanatic, a complete suck-off junky.  Her lips 
become lustful.  Her mouth is filled with insatiable sexual 
desire."  

"All right, already," I laughed, amazed at the eagerness with 
which Ann promoted her new product.  "You sure you didn't try 
it?"

"Lisa did.  On her husband.  And they both missed work the next 
day."  She laughed, "So, no, I have not tried it.  No way would I 
do that without you.  That's why I'm telling you now.  Here's the 
deal.  I'm going to give you two tubes.  One is the old formula.  
One is the new.  Lisa claims they taste the same, so I won't be 
able to tell the difference.  The next time we have sex, I want 
you to smear a tiny bit on your dick.  You decide which tube to 
use.  Just remember which it is.  Then we'll see what happens."

She handed me two small tubes.  "Careful with them," she advised.  
"They may be worth a million dollars."

I considered what they were capable of producing in my pants and 
decided they were probably worth more than that.  So I inspected 
the tubes and saw one was labeled "X" and the other "Y" with no 
other names or labels.

"Oh," Ann continued, "There are no names on the tubes because I'm 
not to know which one you've used ...and neither will you.  Just be 
sure you remember which tube you use, X or Y."  She gave me that 
salacious grin which I knew to be the promise of great sex. 

By then we realized our conversation had occupied much of the 
time we usually spent preparing dinner, so I suggested we eat 
out.  "Give me a minute to change, and then we'll go," Ann 
requested.  When she says "a minute," that usually means at least 
45, but this time I hardly had time to turn around when she was 
back.  She was wearing her little all-purpose dress, so I knew by 
the time we returned home she would be craving sex.  In fact, 
from the look on her face, I realized she already had the 
craving.  Just telling me about her new formula had turned her 
on.  And her sexual desire increased throughout the meal.  Twice 
she dropped her napkin (I'm sure it was deliberate) for when she 
leaned over to retrieve it her breasts nearly fell out of the 
scoop neckline.  The man at the next table spilled soup on his 
necktie, and the second time she did it the waiter dropped his 
tray.  I crossed my legs to contain my erection.  Ann simply gave 
an innocent smile.

I can't remember that we spoke at all on the drive home.  After 
pulling the car inside the garage, as usual, I pressed the button 
that closed the garage door, then climbed out of the car.  Ann 
popped out of the other door and was coming around the car before 
I realized she had already removed her dress and was totally 
naked.  

"I'm ready," she laughed.  "Go pick which balm to use."

So I followed her instructions, stripped and showered, then 
selected a tube and rubbed a bit on my cock.  As soon as I 
entered the bedroom, Ann went after me with her mouth and stayed 
with me as the evening progressed on into the night.  She tongued 
my penis into one eruption after another, and I wondered if I had 
applied the new formula or the old?  Was this Ann's own desire 
for sex, or was it the tube?  Live or Memorex?  Either way, it 
was almost daylight before Ann finally rolled over and spread her 
legs, announcing, "All right, big boy, you've had your fun.  Now 
it's my turn.  Screw me!"

Fortunately, her balm still kept me erect for the task.  And it 
was TGIF, so Ann did not have to go to work.  As we had our 
morning coffee, she announced, "My mouth is sore.  You gave it 
quite a workout last night."

"Actually, I think it was the other way around," I countered.  
Even so, both of us were so spent that we were content simply to 
cuddle until we decided a bit of breakfast was a good idea.  

"I don't know," Ann volunteered as we ate, "if you used the new 
formula last night... or if I was just in the mood for sex."

"I don't know either," I admitted, "but that was quite a night."  

We ate.  Then I rushed off to work.  Ann told me later that she 
slept much of the afternoon.  That evening, we ordered pizza for 
dinner.  Then, after we had eaten, we stripped out of our 
clothes, then went to the bathroom and showered together.

"Shall I wait for you downstairs?" Ann asked as I picked up the 
two tubes.

I nodded, smiled, and she closed the door.  Last night, I 
remembered, I used Tube Y, so tonight it will be Tube X.

Ann was sitting on the floor by the couch as I descended the 
stairs.  "Stretch out on the couch," she instructed, and let me 
kiss your... Oh, my! She laughed, "I see you're already anxious for 
the second round...."

Indeed, my erection was in full bloom as I followed her 
instruction and lay on the couch.  A moment later I felt her lips 
touch the tip of my tool.  I prepared myself for what was sure to 
follow, for Ann would typically run her tongue around the swollen 
head of my erection.  She was great at using her tongue, and I 
responded well to this technique.  Her tongue arrived on 
schedule, and I held still while she explored my erection.  I was 
not prepared for what came next.

While most of Ann's technique in giving head involved what she 
did with her tongue and lips, this time she enveloped the full 
length of my tool into her mouth, then thrust her face downward 
to the full length of my erection.  My word, I thought, is she 
trying to swallow me whole?  Indeed, she did swallow my erection, 
every inch of it.  Deep into her throat, completely.  It was then 
I understood what she had meant about the effects of her new 
formula, for she was suddenly craving everything I could give 
her.  She couldn't get enough of me, and she was desperately 
yearning for more.

After a few moments, she came up for air, then her head plunged 
right back down upon my shaft, her throat squeezing and 
manipulating me in ways I never knew possible.  I shot my first 
load much quicker than I thought possible, far sooner that she 
was expecting.  She nearly choked, coughing as my sperm filled 
her mouth, loads of it which she quickly swallowed.  Then, once 
more, her head began bouncing up and down on my shaft, obviously, 
desperately, seeking a repeat performance, another explosion of 
sperm.  She craved it, she savored its taste, and she seemed 
willing to do anything, everything to obtain another mouthful.  I 
was obviously eager to comply.  And I had the fun of producing 
exactly what she craved.

In no time at all, I determined without doubt that the new 
formula was Tube X.  With it on my cock, and my cock in Ann's 
mouth, I became her provider, her sexual satisfier, her night-
long enjoyment, her source of sperm (which apparently tasted so 
good that she simply could not get enough), and her proof that 
the new formula was everything she dreamed it might be.  In the 
process, she became everything I ever dreamed, again and again, 
until (for the first time in my life) I actually lost count of 
how many times I climaxed.  

Nourished by my ejaculate, which she continued to swallow, Ann 
became an insatiable sex maniac, and I was her tool.  Sometime 
during the night, I think I passed out.  For how long, I have no 
idea.  When I came back around, Ann still had my penis in her 
mouth, and I was spewing yet another load down her throat.  

"I think," I said, gasping between breaths, "we've proven your 
formula works."

"You're right," she said, "but I'm starved.  Do you think there's 
anything in the fridge we can eat?  Or do you want me to continue 
eating you?"

Strange as it may seem, even against my better judgment, I opted 
for the fridge....

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Continued in Chapter 21


  
Chapter 20 - A New Formula