The body of the man, with all its soft, flabby bulk, pressed upon Toni. She could see his eyes glowing. She backed up and was stopped by falling against a tree. The hands were at her breasts as the voice whined piteously and the heavy body, heavier still with the acrid odor of booze, moved closer again.
"Be nice. baby'!" mumbled the voice in the dark. "Be nice to Big Benny! It's been a long time. ..."
Toni wished she could scream, wished she could slash out at that bloated face with her nails. But her pert, tight young body was a helpless mass against the onslaught, against the searching, feverish hands.
"I was watching you on, the bus, honey. I know why you got off here in Hoboken. You ain't goin' to Hoboken. You got off before New York 'cause you knew Big Benny was watchin' ya'. And you knew I'd get off too, right? 'Cause you want Big Benny to fuck ya', right? We'll get a hotel room and ..."
The big, fat penis sprung out of his soiled pants. "Here, feel this. Look what Big Benny's got for that little twat of yours. This here salami is why they call me Big Benny. What the hell you look so scared for? You was givin' me those fuck-eyes of yours on the bus, wasn't ya'?"
"No. I got off the bus because you was watching me!" Toni gulped out the words.
A New Jersey State Trooper car pulled up to the curb, lights flashing. A flashlight shone on the big tree.
"You all right, Miss?"
In an instant the big crummy-looking man was gone.
Toni had come to New York to escape from what her father and mother had become -- a pair of sex maniacs at age forty.
She could still remember -- as if it were yesterday -- how she had unexpectedly returned from high school and caught them, her father's massive prick firmly embedded in a neighbor-woman's sopping cunt while her mother beat him with a stiff riding crop. What Toni, at nineteen-years-of-age, couldn't figure out was why the memory both delighted and haunted her.
Now, here she was, a hick of a girl from the Midwest, with little money and no job, a wide-eyed virgin living in a flea-trap hotel in New York. In fact, the hotel was more of a brothel than anything else. There were hookers in almost every room, and the whole establishment was catered by a madame of huge proportions.
Then out in the hallways one morning, a towel over her arm, she was introduced to the busty madame of the hotel. Toni suspected that it had all been arranged, the old desk clerk "just happening" to be up on the third floor, and the madame "just happening" to be down from her nest of rooms on the fifth floor.
"Talk, you two. Maybe ... just maybe you can help each other. This is a tough city to make it in by yourself," the old desk clerk said, blowing his nose. "I'll leave you alone ... go ahead ... talk."
They went back into Toni's room, and shortly they were talking like old friends and Toni was learning about all the perversions known to mankind, how much they were willing to pay for them, and that most of the girls under the madame's wing had good educations and were from good families.
"So why do they need to be prostitutes?"
"It's a compulsion, deary," the woman had explained. "Either they're keeping a lover -- usually another girl -- or they hate men and this is one way to make them pay. Some of them just want to get back at their families -- even though the families rarely know about it."
Toni suddenly realized what category she fit into. Every time she thought of her father and mother, she had to close her eyes and rake her mind clean of the ugly scene.
"Oh, there are hundreds of reasons," the madame went on, "but I don't bother myself with them any more. I just know I have to have nice clean college types on call at all times."
"Why?" Toni stroked at her blonde hair, intensely interested in the bizarre conversation. There was a strange warmth in the pit of her stomach, and a not unpleasant ache in the depths of her crotch. She was familiar with the feeling -- it had always made itself known whenever the other kids in high school talked about sex. But the other girls did something about it. Toni didn't. Petting in drive-in movies was about the limit of her experience, and that, among other things, had earned her a reputation of "a righteous square."
"Well, deary, I'll tell you. My clientele is high class, famous people or big businessmen. When I send a girl out, she's got to be able to talk intelligently, have good manners, be the kind of girl the client would never have to apologize for if he's seen with her. A girl like you, with class. My gals aren't just whores, Toni. Never mind what the lousy hotel looks like. They get a hundred bucks for a whole night's entertainment: they go to good restaurants, dancing at smart nightclubs. They've got to know how to really entertain a man in and out of bed -- and know what to do with a stiff cock. At a hundred clams a night, who wants to be a typist or secretary at a lousy seventy-five a week? It's dumb! You're not dumb, are you deary? And my girls are clean! No clap ... I send them to the doctor once a month for a checkup. All I need is for one of my customers to get a dose from one of my girls, and then we all get hell from the fuzz. I've got a reputation to uphold! You clean?"
"I'm ... clean " Toni said, and almost added and untouched by human hands, but thought she'd better not. She was almost resigned to her fate already.
"Good. I'll send you along with one of my girls to learn the ropes. You just watch her with a couple of tricks. You'll learn good! Then you can forget about money problems."
Although she didn't fully realize it then, Toni was going to learn about life from the inside -- the sordid, the perverted, the coarse, the vulgar, the pitiful, the cruel ... and the beautiful. She had come to New York to learn about life, and she was about to get it with full impact.
The madame's selection .of an instructress and a first trick to watch was unfortunate. Or perhaps it was the madame's method of "kill it or cure it" for new girls. A steady customer named Gino was sent down to Toni's room, along with a big-busted young redhead.
Gino didn't waste a second after he said he didn't care if Toni watched or not. He unbuttoned the redhead's bathrobe and began sucking her nipples while they still stood in the middle of Toni's grubby little room. He pulled on the redhead's nips until they came out full, then raked them with the surface of his tongue until she was breathing uncontrollably. He groped for his zipper. Toni just sat there in an old chair, trembling with fear. He pulled out his cock, hard and red and big. The redhead let him push her to the bed, expecting him to shove in his big prick and give her the hard ride right off. He didn't. He said, "Not yet. I want you to suck yourself first. Seeing a woman do that sends me off the roof!"
The redhead smiled. "So I gotta be a contortionist for him, Toni. Don't let it bother you, kid. We get all types."
"Not your cunt, dumb-dumb!" he said, laughing "Your tits. You got big boobies, oughta be able to get one of them in your mouth easy."
Toni couldn't take her eyes off his big cock, as it bobbed up and down like a flagpole. "C'mon," he said. "Suck one of your tits first; that'll make me hotter. I'm a good lay -- ask any of the girls."
The redhead complied with Gino's request, taking one of her breasts and pushing it up-ward toward her mouth. With some effort she was able to get the nipple past her lips, into her young red-mouth.
She began sucking on it, and Toni felt sorry for the girl. She must feel a little stupid, Toni thought -- but at the same time felt that ache in her own pussy again.
While the girl sucked her breast, Gino played with his prick. As he watched, his eyes filled ' with lust, shining darkly, a stupid grin on his face and his fingers full of his own flesh. The redhead had to finally stop sucking her own tittie because her mouth and chin ached. Then she lay back on the bed and practically begged Gino to fuck her. "Put it in me!" she cried, acting out the role. "Screw me, baby! That's why we're here!"
At that moment Toni was wondering if someday some customer would ask her to put a whip to him -- as her mother had to her father.
Gino laughed, a funny sort of laugh. He waved his big meat at the redhead, moving it in a circular motion. "Sure, you'll get it, baby. Really need it, eh? You're a funny whore, know that?"
Toni felt damp shame when Gino said that, and wanted to crawl away and hide some-where. She wondered if Sharon felt the same.
"You have to suck it first," Gino said, smiling with big white teeth.
Sharon moaned softly as Gino placed one of his hands on the back of her head and brushed the purple head of his cock across her trembling lips. Sharon didn't resist when he pushed the wet, rubbery knob into her mouth. Toni had spit in her mouth, and she wondered how that tasted. Clean and slick and salty, she guessed, and found her own hand holding tight at her crotch.
Sharon began running her tongue all over the head, munching the entire knob with her lips and clamping her teeth ever so lightly about the crown. Taking the shaft of it in hand, Sharon began to slide herself up and down over it, and Toni could see the tight skin grow heated against Sharon's tongue. Then the redhead reached underneath her chin and began massaging his big, full testicles. The technique worked almost at once.
Gino grabbed her head with both hands and tried to ram it all down her throat, but Sharon clamped her teeth around his shaft and prevented him from chocking her. Rapidly she worked her palms over the sides of the organ, rolling the cylinder between her hands, extracting from it the very ultimate it could give. He gave it to her, a giant blob that washed over her tongue and rolled down Sharon's throat. And although Toni could hardly believe it, it was easy to see that Sharon was having an orgasm herself, and she continued to suck on Gino's cock, puffing the head as hard as she could, getting every drop, and causing him to become more erect.
It was the first time in her young life that Toni had seen come. She had no way of knowing at the time how important that creamy white substance would become in her life, just a few months later.
Gino lay down on the floor, his shaft as tall and straight as an iron pole. Sharon cried out in fake passion as she roughly rammed herself with it, moving her hips down hard, wriggling the head of Gino's cock against her cervix.
Waves of lust rolled within Toni's brain, and she had to hold her hands tight to keep from diddling herself. She watched them fuck in that position for a long time, but Gino wasn't so quick this time. Then he put his hands on Sharon's hips and lifted her off his stiff muscle. Keeping a hand on her perspiring ass, he crawled out from under her.
"Stay by the bed, girl," he said. "Get on your knees and lean over it. I wanna do it to you from behind!"
Sharon got into position and Gino got behind her. Toni waited and watched, wide-eyed, drawn up tense.
Gino shoved, all in one motion -- Woooooshhhh! "Right up to the balls," Gino croaked when Sharon begged him to give her more.
Toni could almost feel the big Italian's stuff shoot into her own insides, and her stomach turned insane with the sheer pleasure of the thought. Then Gino pulled the limp thing out of Sharon.
Sharon got up, obviously thinking the trick was over. "No!" Gino said. "Don't wipe it off; I'm going to eat you and I like it good and soupy."
Sharon smiled again and got on the bed, spreading her legs. Gino quickly went to work, getting between her thighs and ...
When Gino was dressed, he turned to Toni, who was still sitting in a stupor. "How do you like the way I fuck, girl?"
"Huh? Oh ... fine. Fine."
"Listen, I been watching you. You ain't a whore. You look like a nice kid."
"Now he's gonna give you that `what's a nice girl like you doin' in a place like this' bit, Toni," Sharon said, sitting up. "Lay off the kid, Gino. It's her first trick."
"Listen," Gino said, "I work right next-door, across that alley by your window. Moore Cosmetics. If you decide you want no part of this meatloaf operation, come over and see me. Name is Gino Lentini. We need a girl in the office ... can you type?"
"And take dictation, "too," Toni said, coming to life.
"Don't pay much, but then you won't get your asshole buggered all night by slobs like me, either."
"Will you leave her alone, Gino?" Sharon said. "Just pay your' money and leave the help be. We'll see you next week for your usual visit."
"No, I'm serious, Sharon. Wouldn't you like to save this kid from what you have to put up with?"
"I'm not looking to save anybody from anything. All I'm trying to do is save my own ass. Now get out"
Toni got up and walked to the window, looking into the offices across the way. "One thing Nobody thought to ask me," she said, still not looking at their faces. "I'm a virgin."
"What!" Sharon slapped her forehead and fell back on the bed.
Toni just stood there, and never felt so stupid in her life.
"There! You see!" Gino said. "Look, kid, you think this over good before these people throw you to the wolves. I'll talk to Wendy Moore ... she owns the place where I work. I'll bet she hires you in a minute. Gee, you could walk right next-door to work. Think about it. Look, here's one of the company cards. Come see me if you're interested. I gotta get back to work before Miss Moore starts looking for me. S'long girls."
Sharon told the madame what had happened and the two of them rushed back to Toni's room and talked to her for an hour.
"A nineteen-year-old virgin in New York! I can't believe it! You're putting me on, right, girl?" the older woman asked. Toni assured her she was not.
"Listen, Toni girl, that cherry of yours is worth money, and money is what you need right now, right?"
Toni had to agree.
"I know a guy that will pay a grand to pop a cherry. His name is Angelo Mantelli, pretty high up in the Mafiosa, but you don't have to worry none about that. He's a dirty old man, gets his jollies over young girls. Let him pop your cherry and you've got yourself five hundred bucks for a few hours' work. Then you can decide for yourself if you want to stay in the business. At least you won't be broke."
"Five hundred?" Toni said. "I thought you said he'd pay a thousand."
"Fifty-fifty split. I've got expenses, too, you know. Yes or no?"
Toni's answer, after a long and painful moment of silence, was a tiny, trembling, and self-conscious, "Y-yes."
Angelo Mantelli looked Toni over carefully. His smooth lips slid themselves into a pleased, if pompous, grin. He remembered the thirteen-year-old cheer he had popped the month before, a widen-haired child brought to him by her mother. It cost him five hundred, but it had been worth every penny. But this was no child! This was a full-grown woman-virgin!
He pictured a squeezed-up oozy slit under pink panties. Her legs were long and the skirt was short and the whole squashy promise had fresh saliva sprinkling itself inside his mouth. A tingle of newfound warmth swept its way into his sleeping cock. She was everything Rosy had said she was, and she had traveled from her downtown hotel to his Central Park West apartment just to please him.
"Rosy said ..." Toni began.
"Yeah, yeah. We'll talk business later. No problem with money. Your old bitch madame knows there's never any trouble with me about money, ask her. I pay for what I get. Now, let's see what you've got."
"I'll try to please," Toni answered.
"Good. So? Please then. I guess Rosy told you who I am."
"Yes ... and I am impressed, Mister Mantels."
"Hah! You've got class and an education. I like that. You like how I live?" he blew his cigar smoke up toward the ceiling.
"It's ... gorgeous. I didn't realize there were apartments like this in New York. Except in the movies ..."
"Class, baby. You like class? Only way to go." His eyes roamed downward again over her pert breasts. A soft suckling image of a hard red nipple snaked its way through his mind. "The bedroom is over there. Go in and make yourself comfortable. Pour yourself a drink. There's a mini-bar by the bed. I'll be in after I make a couple of phone calls."
Toni stood, her mouth open, at the bedroom door, unable to believe the enormous luxury of it all. A big circular bed with a Spanish wood headboard sat quietly and meticulously made in the center of the room.
Naked in moments, she lay and waited for him. She lay back on the pink pillow and inhaled the brisk air that floated in the open window, riding on an early May breeze that came in over the park. She looked down at her bare thighs ... soft, white ... and trembling slightly. She reached for her huge handbag, took out a perfume sprayer, opened her legs and felt its breezy spray penetrate just behind the lips of her cunt. She nectared her mouth with a Cloret that stung her tongue, then concentrated on warming her breasts from within. Her body blended into the huge, soft bed. the cold sheets hugging up at her warm, soft ass. She touched the perfume to the undersides of her breasts, and stroked her cunt hair once or twice; determined now. If she was going to ,be a whore, she was going to be a good one.
Angelo Mantels, fiftyish and gray at the temples, stood in the doorway, a hungry frenzy breaking its way out of his smile. A crazed look crept across his Florida-tanned features and a new dark sparkle came alive in his eyes. He sat on the bed beside her, eyeing the sucking-bulbs of meaty breasts, letting his manicured hand lay lightly on the fur of hair between her legs.
It grew moist under the gentle weight of his palm, and Toni tried to smile. He leaned forward and his smooth tongue slid over each hard nipple, savoring his first swallowing taste of her young body. She groaned and he re-treated to a gentle nibble of the tip, fervent heat suddenly coming through his suntan at the temples. The taste of a virgin set free a million goose bumps on his arms and shoulders, and he seemed to be having trouble breathing.
He swirled his tongue upward over the on-fire mounds, exploring ,in mouthfuls, licking a flame-path to her neck. She rolled over toward him, feeling his hot cock against her, throbbing inside his pajama bottoms. Her body was warm to the front, against him, and the cool evening breeze from the open window played at her spine, a fresh, clean combination that met somewhere in the dark of Toni's insides, icy-hot. She inhaled deeply and her stomach sank shallow with it.
The telephone in the living room rang and Angelo Mantelli granted himself the satisfaction of a loud, crisp obscenity before pulling himself away from her and going to answer it. Toni caught a glimpse of hundred-dollar bills sticking out of his bathrobe pocket as he walked away from the bed.
Toni thought she heard a groan from the living room, but she paid little attention, looking at her image in the ceiling mirror instead. Her eyes were like two little ball bearings and sad, very sad.
Yes, she'd be a whore in just a few moments..
Another groan came from the living room and this time she listened. Then she got up and went to the door and saw it. Angelo Mantelli was on his knees beside the phone. His eyes had lost their brightness. His fat fist was clenched over his heart.
"Omigod!" Toni heard her own voice yell. Angelo rocked back and forth, groaning dismally, clutching his chest.
"H ... help me ..." Angelo begged, biting back the trembling of his mouth. "My . heart ... it ... the pills are over there. ..."
Then, all at once, the night was rudely shattered by the appalling, sustained scream of sheer mortal terror.
Maybe minutes passed. Maybe an hour. But Angelo was motionless through all of it. His eyes were open and glazed. Everything was so still ... devastatingly still.
But Toni wasn't afraid. Strangely ... she wasn't afraid. She looked again at Angelo's pale face. She thought of putting a pillow under his head, but what good would that do? The man was dead.
She slowly and carefully dressed. She reached into his bathrobe pocket and with drew the wad of hundred-dollar bills. There were fifteen of them.
Then she quietly and evenly walked out of the apartment, pushed the elevator button and waited. She counted to twenty-four before the doors opened. Then she descended, walked businesslike past the doorman and even smiled at the "good night, Ma'am," that was offered.
Toni didn't go back to her hotel room. The next day she bought a five-hundred-dollar wardrobe, rented an apartment, had her hair done, then went to the offices of Wendy Moore Cosmetics.
"What's she like? Miss Moore, I mean," she asked Gino Lentini.
"Wendy Moore? She's a nutty broad. You'll have to put up with her crazy ideas. But she'll hire you, don't worry. She has to fill the job before she takes off on her selling trip next week."
CHAPTER TWO
And so that is how it came about that Toni went to work for Wendy Moore Cosmetics, Inc., and without realizing it, put her young life in the hands of Wendy Moore -- a "nutty broad" as Gino had described her. Toni wasn't to get evidence of that until a few weeks later when ... watching from her office window, she saw ...
The two girls entered the small, cheap, lower Fifth Avenue hotel room, about eight-thirty this night. One was a redhead, the other a brunette. Both were young, college-girl types, better looking than average; both were well stacked. They had a couple of drinks and sat and talked; then the redhead suddenly sprawled back on the hotel bed. The brunette came over to her and picked up the redhead's hand and began fondling, then kissing it. Soon, she saw beside the redhead and leaned over and kissed her full on the lips, long and lingeringly. Then her hand slid up under the redhead's skirt, moved caressingly there. In a few moments, her other hand gently unbuttoned the top of the redhead's dress, and moved inside. The redhead began to twist, to writhe, torturously.
The loveplay between the two girls continued for several minutes; then the brunette rose and pulled the redhead to her feet with her. She began to undress the redhead, who stood trembling, with her eyes closed, her head thrown back and her long, silky, Titian-red hair flowing softly ...
The offices of Wendy Moore, Inc. -- Cosmetics, officially closed at five o'clock. But this evening, at nine o'clock, several lights were still on in their small suite of offices in the building across from the hotel on lower Fifth Avenue. One was in the office of Wendy Moore herself. The other was in the office of Gino Lentini, Promotion Manager. Both were working overtime on this hot summer night. Toni had turned off the light in her office minutes before.
Wendy Moore, at 35, was the perfect picture of a Manhattan career woman. Perfectly coifed and groomed, she was a strikingly handsome brunette, with the mature figure of an Italian movie star. The bomblike mounds of her full breasts filled to bursting the bodice of her smart two hundred dollar dress. The pouting plumpness of her tight, firm buttocks moved provocatively when she walked, out-lined subtly by the sheen of the expensive material. Her face was almost perfectly featured, the long-lashed green eyes well set apart, the nose short and straight, the well-rouged mouth full and succulent without being sloppy looking.
At first glance, Wendy Moore was the epitome of sex. But not at the second or third glance. Then one could see the haughty arrogance of her expression -- the straight, too perceptive, too observing expression in her intelligent eyes.
There was no time for sex in Wendy's carefully planned scheme. Money. That was the only scheme Wendy Moore understood. Now, this night, after going over the samples of a new line of creams her firm was putting out, Wendy got up from her desk and stretched, then lit a cigarette and strolled to the window. She stood there, looking down onto the street and the sparse flow of traffic through the business area at this time of night.
When her attention was first attracted to the lighted hotel room window across the way, she wasn't exactly sure. She caught what was going on in there with a passing glance at first; then her gaze flashed back in a stunned double-take. She sucked in a startled breath, uncomprehending, unbelieving, at first.
She told herself that it couldn't be. Her eyes were playing tricks on her. But she could deny it only for a moment. Then she had to face the fact; the one woman was undressing the other. The brunette was peeling off the redhead's dress, then reaching behind her to unsnap the bra. The redhead's breasts were small but saucily tip-tilted, the lightly pink nipples aroused until they were unusually long and pointed.
The other girl cupped both the redhead's bared breasts -- squeezing, fondling, then bent and touched her lips first to one tender tip, then the other. The redhead seemed to shiver all over, hunching her shoulders.
Watching, Wendy was at first horrified, then embarrassed and wanted to stop looking, but somehow couldn't; she had heard about things like this, about women making love with women, even back in college, but she had never known anyone, personally, who went in for that sort of thing, so she didn't seriously believe it.
As she watched the brunette gently peel a dainty pair of white silk panties down over the redhead's rounded hips and sleekly curving thighs, she saw that the redhead was completely feminine in every possible way.
Then the brunette quickly undressed herself. She too, Wendy saw, was all woman. Her breasts were larger, rounder than the red-head's, the stiffened centers of them a dark maroon in color. Her hips were fuller, the mound of her belly a bit more pronounced, the thighs a little more plump, but there was certainly nothing masculine about her.
The brunette moved toward the redhead, clasped her in close embrace. One hand caressed the jutting rounds of the redhead's buttocks, and their gleamingly naked bodies moved together and the brunette's mouth sought the redhead's and pressed against her lips in a long, twisting tumultuous kiss, with the same kind oaf passion a man would kiss a woman.
Wendy became suddenly aware of her own quickened breathing, of her own nipples rising hard and aching against the confines of her bra. A strangely pleasant crawling sensation moved along her thighs, spread to other places and grew to become an almost unbearable and pleasurable urgency and need that she'd never known before. She found herself moving her thighs together.
"What's happening to me? Why am I reacting like this? This is terrible. I should be disgusted, ashamed, turn away. Instead I'm getting all excited, aroused as I've never been before."
Then, across the way, the brunette suddenly led the redhead toward the bed, and gently forced her down upon it. Then she knelt beside her and while her hands busied themselves first with caressing the long, sleek sweep of soft, white-fleshed thighs, which were eagerly spread, she again kissed the red-head on the mouth. Her lips moved to the hollow of the redhead's throat, then to her shoulders. They paused to sample the succulence of each pouting nipple, then moved lower ... lower ...
Across the alley Wendy almost heard the sucking of cunt. Wendy felt herself making a little outcry, as though those avidly searching lips were moving over, her own body. She wondered why seeing the other women making love this way was arousing her so much but only for a while, as the brunette's kisses and fondling became more bold; then she no longer cared. She was aware only of the terrible hot desire flooding her own body. From the next office over, Toni watched, too.
In a few minutes, as the naked figures in the hotel room now lay embracing with tangled limbs -- rolling, writhing, tossing -- Wendy began to groan audibly. Her own hips began to move with a strange, wanton rhythm and the thought pounded through her mind: I've got to do something. I've got to do something! Oh, someone help me, please!
Then, suddenly, from behind her, a man's voice said, "Wendy! What is it? Is anything wrong?"
She turned, shocked, and saw Gino Lentini standing in the doorway to her office, with a look of concern on his dark, good-looking face.
"Oh!" she said. "No! No, it's nothing."
He frowned, puzzled. "I thought I heard you cry out as though you were being hurt."
"No. You were mistaken."
But he wasn't mistaken. He saw her flushed face, the purplish darkness of her passionate eyes, the loose moistness of her ruby-red lips. He had seen Women with the look of passionate need, of readiness, before. He recognized it, instantly. He watched her then, move guiltily away from the window. He, in turn, strode toward it. She put out a hand to stop him, saying "No! Don't!"
But he was at the window then, looking out and down a little, and he saw the women in the hotel room, lying quiet, sated, and he instantly knew. He turned toward Wendy Moore. He moved toward her. She watched him with oddly combined expressions of nervousness and welcome.
He said, "What a terrible thing for you to have to see."
She nodded. "Yes," she said. "Oh, yes."
"It must have frightened you to death, you poor thing," Gino Lentini said as he reached out and took hold of her hand. "Why, you're trembling," he added. "Here, let me comfort you."
He took her into his arms. She arched toward him, willingly, with a little moaning sound. Her hips ground against his. Her mouth opened under his and her tongue readily met his, thrashed against it. In a moment he was wild with need for her. She broke away from him, panting, and quickly moved toward the big leather couch in her office. She stood in front of it and with one hand suddenly ripped her dress down the front, then her bra, so that her heavy, proud, gourd-shaped breasts leaped forth, quivering gelatinously, the plum-like tips prospecting invitingly; then she tore away her sheer panties and except for the clinging shreds of material, was naked before him, her long, marble-fleshed thighs gleaming.
"Oh, God, Gino, I don't know what's wrong with me, but hurry, please hurry!" she begged, hoarsely. She sat on the couch and lay back, shaking, gasping.
He lent to her and his hands moved feverishly over her as she continued to call out to him to hurry. He molded and kneaded the hot, fleshy mounds of her breasts, pinching and teasing the plumply aroused tips. His hands caressed the gentle slope of her belly, slid down lingeringly, so as to throw her into an increased agony of need, to stroke and fondle the warm, smooth inner sides of her thighs, then the velvet plumpness of her vaginal lips.
Finally, cursing him for his delaying tactics, she roughly pulled him over her. Her hands moved to him, demanding, urging, guiding his erected staff. Then she abruptly let out a wailing cry of surprised delight. In seconds, the years of held-back need since her husband's death took 'over. Her fingernails dug into the back of his shoulders. Her teeth nipped with savage frenzy at the hollow of his collarbone. The furious, angry demand of her almost consumed him, left him, ten minutes later, more wilted and exhausted than he'd ever been before. ...
Afterward he murmured, "Oh God, Wendy, you were wonderful! I've know a lot of women but never any like you."
She didn't answer. She was enjoying a pleasant lethargy, a quietness of nerves, that she had never felt before. Vaguely, she wondered what in the world had possessed her to do a thing like that with Gino and why this time it had been so much different from her fuckings by her sex-spent husband. But the thought was lost somewhere as Gino turned her over on her knees and fucked her from behind.
Wendy knelt on the couch, backing up until she was between his legs. Reaching around him, she took his cock in her hands and pulled at him, guiding him to where she wanted him to be once more.
He reached around her, too, and felt the nipples rise to hardened points; then he entered her wet, eager cunt for a second time, and they moved together as they rolled in the close confines of the narrow couch, oblivious to the world around them, or the fact that Toni was still watching it all from her own office window. They worked and bounced and fought deliciously with each other, humping and ramming each other's furry pelvis up and down in search of a new pleasure, a new angle of thrill.
They switched positions again, and she opened her thighs, and Gino combed his cock through the soft, curly hairs, and Wendy flinched into a new orgasm. She pulled her knees wide apart, placed a forefinger along either side of her cunt, spreading her labia as he again lowered his weight into the cradle of her upraised thighs.
A half-whispered scream poured from Wendy's lips and her thighs jerked spastically against his hips, her face screwed into a mask of passion.
Gino eased forward for a final time and, in a single gliding stroke and thrust, he sent the full, ribbed length of his hard cock into the juicy hotness of Wendy's tremulous belly.
Her arms and legs seized him, and she slithered the pink length of her tongue between his lips, while he added that little extra forceful hunch that drove the angle of it with a new, firm pressure against her clit, knocking small puffing nasal grunts from deep inside her, her inner cunt muscles clamping on his invading cock in one final, furious come.
Toni still watched, getting the feeling she was learning what it was all about; no wonder sex was such an important part of most people's lives, she thought. He strained his eyes to see if Wendy was moving. She wasn't.
Stretched out beside her, on the couch, Gino gave a warm little chuckle. He said, "You know, I've been wanting you for a long time, Wendy. But I never figured there was even the ghost of a chance. I had definitely figured you for the iceberg type, strictly frigid. How wrong can a guy be?"
"Maybe not so wrong," she told him. "That's the way I am ninety-nine per cent of the time. This was -- well -- just a freak sort of thing."
"I know," he said. "You got all excited, watching those two dykes in the hotel room across the street, didn't you?"
She felt a hot flush steal over her body. Almost angrily, she said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, okay," he said. "If you don't want to talk about it, it's okay with me."
She then got up, picked up the remnants of her clothing and held them in front of her, shielding herself a little. "Let's get one thing straight right now, Gino," she said. "As far as I'm concerned, this never happened. Don't get any ideas about it making any change in our business relationship. You understand?"
He looked surprised, then answered rue-fully, "Well, sure, sure, Wendy. If that's the way you want it."
"That's the way I want it," She turned and walked toward her private office lavatory, which held a shower and a closet in which she kept extra clothing. She went inside and showered and fixed her hair and put on some new clothes.
When she came out, Gino Lentini was dressed again. He was standing by her desk. He said, "What did you think of those changes I made in the new lipstick copy?"
"I think they helped," she said, a little absently. "Sharpened the message a little."
"I have some other things I'd like to check through with you. I've had some problems getting an okay from some of the movie stars we had lined up for endorsements."
Wendy put the back of her hand to her forehead, closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again. "Look, Gino, I'm pooped tonight. Let's go over the whole thing in the morning, all right?"
He nodded agreement and picked up several letters he had previously put on her desk. "Good enough," he said hesitantly. He looked at her, his eyes admiring the way her fine large breasts bulged the bodice of her dress. "Look," he said softly. "Can I give you a ride home? Or maybe we can stop and I'll buy you a drink somewhere."
"No. No, thank you," she refused.
He shrugged and turned away, heading for the door. "Good night, Wendy."
"Good night, Gino."
Toni waited until after Wendy had left to slip out of her office. As she passed Gino's desk she noticed Wendy had left him an unsealed note. It contained, she found, a one-month separation check and the news that he would be a gentleman if he was gone by the time Wendy returned from her selling trip.
CHAPTER THREE
Wendy Moore stirred sleepily, then groaned as her sore, tortured muscles cried out in protest to her movements. Slowly she became aware of her condition, her mind suddenly flashing back to vividly recall what had happened to her the night before.
She had beef so sure she could handle the two men she had allowed to pick her up in the bar of the motel where she was staying. Both of the men had been drunk and Wendy teased them unmercifully, laughing at their fumbling passes, leading them on and tempting them. She danced with both of them, promising everything with subtle movements of her beautiful body, then holding them at bay as they . tried to urge her to leave with them.
When she first started her little game with the two men, she fully intended leaving with one of them, wanting the love, the excitement of a man. It was only when both of them became crude and disgustingly drunk, that she gave up on any plans of going to bed with either of them and began her cynical game of tease and torture. Wendy was a ripely formed woman, her figure lush and firm, fully equal to any female fifteen years younger. Having lost her husband in an auto accident soon after her marriage, she tried to mask the hurt and aching void left in her life by building her career, steadfastly refusing ever to leave herself open for such hurt again by re-marrying. The years of hard work were paying off, but her mirror constantly reminded her of the price she was paying. Her face, though still hauntingly beautiful, was showing the first lines of aging. Tiny featherlike lines etched at the corners of her mouth and eyes, faint, barely discernible furrows in her brow, telltale evidence that all women hated and feared. Wendy, however, managed to hide her advance into maturity better than most, being an expert in the field of cosmetology.
Even before her marriage, she had worked with the leading cosmetologists of both the United States and Europe, working constantly with the hundreds of cosmetics, trying endless blends and new formulas, always seeking the magic concoction that would preserve not only her own beauty, but that of the countless women that would pay millions for such a secret. She was quick to prove her ability and before long many of her cosmetic discoveries were being sold through her employers. Being ambitious as well as brilliant in her field, she soon saw the vast sums of money being made from her products and she confronted her company for a larger share of that money. Since all of her discoveries were automatically the property of the company, they saw no reason to knuckle under to the demands of such a brash young woman, and Wendy soon found herself out of a job. Bitter, and with burning desire to prove herself, she turned down the many offers from other companies and launched her own cosmetic firm.
It had been hard going. Her products were good, exceptionally good, but without the national advertising, or the vast chain of distributors, selling them was something else. But little by little, she was on her way, although it took all these countless trip around the country to push her products to the nose-in-the-air purchasing agents.
She thought she was through with the two drunks when she excused herself to go to the rest room, then slipped up to her room on the elevator. Not so.
They had followed her, used the stairway, and literally broke the lock on her motel room door. She had prepared her face with all the usual creams she carried in her case, a ritual she adhered to every night of her life. This is how the two drunks found her as they came bursting in.
"Look at the bitch!" said one of them. "Ain't so pretty as she was down at the bar, eh? No mind. I'm gonna fuck her anyway. Matter of fact, know what I'm gonna fuck, Charlie? I'm gonna fuck that wise ass teasin' mouth of hers, that's what I'm gonna fuck. Then you got sloppy seconds, iff'n you want. Or you can fuck her up the ass or in her hot little twat, or anywhere you want."
"I been looking at that mouth all night myself, Mel. You fuck her in the mouth first, then I'll do the same. See if she can swallow both our loads. Poor girl looks hungry." Then the second drunk slipped the latch back on the motel door and leaned against the wall, letting his friend have first shot at Wendy, who just sat there, eyes wide in fear.
The man named Mel was huge, broad shoulders, thick hands, and booze-red eyes. He stumbled across the room, undressing as he did, until he was naked and his erected penis was tightly fisted in his hand. With his other hand he threw Wendy on the bed and in one strong motion straddled her breasts, sinking his bum-hole onto one of the nipples, rubbing it there for a moment before he forced his thick meat into her mouth.
"Suck it, you teasin' bitch. And you know what? I ain't gonna come in your tonsils, I'm gonna smear your pretty-pretty face with my gism. Think you'll like that. Drip it in your eyes, up your nose, everything."
The other drunk in the corner was laughing, bent over, guzzling one more drink from a flask. "Me too," he half-choked. "You like cream on your face, well you're gonna get a truckload full of it tonight, baby."
Wendy, half numb from the drinks she had consumed herself, remembered a joke she had heard. "When you're about to be raped, sit back and enjoy it!" And that she did. She sucked Mel's big velvet-red pecker avidly, swirling her tongue over the pulsing head, licking down under its thick length, nibbling gently at his balls. He was something more than stoned, so it took him a long time to come, but when he did, he kept his promise, gushing his cream all over her face, then using his thick fingers to rub it into the cosmetic creams that were already there. He fell off the bed, panting, and his friend Charlie was already naked and waiting his turn.
He did a repeat performance, but he was even more bombed than his friend, and half of his hot sticky load of gism sprayed over Wendy's hair, then into her eyes, then over her chin, down her neck.
The last thing Wendy remembered was his fist corning down on her delicate little jaw -- and after that the lights went out for Wendy Moore. And she was never to see the two drunks again. But what a change they had unknowingly made in her life!
CHAPTER FOUR
Wendy Moore awoke early the next morning feeling sore over every inch of her body. But her face was numb -- and sticky-tight from dried cream and man-juice, mixed and rubbed together into a pancake mask. She staggered into the bathroom, wanting to vomit, but knowing she couldn't. She put her face and body under a cold shower, let the needles of it spray' her entire being for ten full minutes. Then she rubbed soap into the skin of her face for what seemed hours, trying to erase the memory of the experience. She then walked out to the dressing mirror, sat down and stared at herself.
That is the moment when Wendy Moore's life changed!
Her face looked fifteen ... maybe twenty! years younger! Smooth and as pink as a baby's ass! Not a wrinkle. Bright and alive! with new youth! She stroked it. It was real. It was her skin ... but it was a teenager's face! What? Why? How?
She sat and looked at that new young face for an hour.
Then it occurred to her. The magic formula! Her creams and -- a man's sperm! It had to be! She would have to test it, test it again. It was too incredible! She dressed, packed, checked out of the motel room. Her body was unbelievably tired, but her face was young! YOUNG! She drove and drove, over dusty roads, just thinking about it. Was she going crazy? She looked at herself in the rear view mirror dozens of times. Young! Young!
Young but so weary. The sun was setting. Blinking, she reached forward to turn her lights on against the growing dusk. The steady hum of the air-conditioner was acting as a sedative, lulling her into an almost hypnotic trance as she drove.
Suddenly she lurched forward in the seat, her hands gripping the wheel tightly as she realized that she had left the road, the rocks and gravel of the road shoulder spattering angrily under the car, waking her from her unseen drowsiness. As she fought the wheel, trying to pull the lurching car back onto the road, she cried out as she saw a figure directly in her path, then the startled terrified look on his face as she flashed past him. She saw the man leap and she wondered, horrified, whether she had hit him as she jerked the car back on the road and screeched to a stop. Frantic with fear at what she might find, Wendy jumped from the car and ran back to the spot where she had seen the man fall to his feet.
She stopped, anxiously looking down into the shallow ditch that bordered the shoulder, then sagged with relief as she saw the man climbing out -- rumpled and shaken, but evidently unhurt.
"Are -- are you all right?" She cried. "Oh, God ... I didn't hit you, did I?"
"No, but it's no goddamned fault of yours! You dumb broad, if I hadn't jumped, you would've killed me! What the hell's wrong with you anyway?" he barked angrily, walking up to her, brushing the dirt and leaves from his clothes.
"Thank heaven you're all right! I -- I must have dozed off ... I don't know. All of a sudden, I was off the road and the next thing I knew, there you were!" Suddenly weak from the shock of what had happened, she sagged. Only the quick grasp of the man's arms around her prevented her from falling to the ground.
"Hey now, don't go fainting on me! I told you, I'm okay, no harm done," he cried. "Here, let me help you to your car. I think you need to sit down!"
Looking up at him gratefully, thankful for his strong arm around her as he helped her to the car, she noticed for the first time that he was hardly more than a boy, no more than eighteen. Once seated on the edge of the car seat, leaning her head down on the open door, she gradually calmed herself. Looking up at the smiling boy, she said quietly, "When I think of what could've happened ..." She paused, shuddering. "I might've killed you!"
"But you didn't, so let's just forget it. Nobody's hurt and your car is okay, so don't worry about it."
She laughed softly, "I ... I ... well, all right, thanks. What in the world were you doing, just standing there, out here in the middle of nowhere?"
"Well, before I saw you barreling down the road, I was hitchhiking," he answered drily.
For the first time, she noticed the small zippered bag at his feet; then she grinned. "Then at least I can do something to repay you for being so nice about this. How about a ride?"
He grinned back at her, then chuckled softly, saying, "You sure you can stay awake? Why don't I drive you ... then you could get a little rest. I have a license, and I am a good driver."
Wendy nodded, flashing him a smile as she slid across the seat to make room for him. "You've got yourself a deal! Just toss your bag in the back seat and let's go. It'll be nice to sit back and let someone else worry about driving."
As he got in, she saw his eyes drop down to steal a quick glance at her lap, and she suddenly realized that when she slid across the seat, her dress pulled up almost to her crotch. She reached and self-consciously tugged her short skirt down to cover as much as she could of her golden, rounded thighs. For the first time, she was aware that she was alone, miles from nowhere, with a total stranger ... a boy-man who smiled warmly at her as he started the engine of her car and roared off down the dark highway.
She forced herself not to think of what could happen in such a situation. Reassuring herself that he was a decent boy, she nevertheless wondered what the odds were that she could get raped two nights in a row. The boy drove fast, but with the calm assurance of someone who knew what he was doing, and Wendy found it easy to relax with him at the wheel.
She broke the silence, saying, "I do think we ought to know each other's name, don't you?"
He laughed. "You're right, my name's Stevie, what's yours?"
"Wendy ... Wendy Moore. I -- I'm glad to know you, Stevie. Where are you hitchhiking to?"
"Trying to get to New York. You wouldn't happen to be going that far, would you?"
She paused, wondering if she really wanted him as a passenger all the way in; then she felt guilty and replied, "Why -- why, yes, I am. But I was planning to break the trip. It is a long way to New York."
He flashed her a quick smile, not taking his eyes from the road as he said, "Don't worry, Wendy. I promise I'll get out and be on my way any time you want me to stop!"
She blushed in the darkness of the car, realizing then how her remark had sounded to him. "I'm sorry ... I ... I didn't mean to sound so, so ..."
"Scared?" he laughed softly, finishing for her. "Hell, I don't blame you. You don't know me or anything about me, but I do promise -- no monkey business. And if you're still worried about having a stranger in your car, I'll leave you at this service station coming up."
Wendy saw the growing brightness of the approaching gas station and after a brief instant, she made up her mind. Without her telling him, he slowed and pulled in, stopping next to the pumps and killing the engine.
"Besides, you are almost out of gas," he laughed.
She stared back at the open, smiling frankness in his face as he waited for her decision. His hand rested lightly on the door handle and she realized that he really didn't care too much if she put him out or not. Grinning, she said softly, "All right, you've convinced me! Tell the man to fill us up and we'll be on our way. Now, if you'll excuse me ... " Without looking back, she flipped her credit card on the seat and walked quickly to the ladies' room. It was only when she'd closed the door after her that she remembered she'd left the keys in the car. She shrugged, saying softly to herself, "Well, if he goes -- he goes! I might as well find out now if he's a thief. At least I won't be in the car with him!"
Putting him momentarily out of her mind, Wendy turned her attention to the mirror as she reached into her makeup kit. At first she only glanced at herself; then realizing what was happening, she leaned in for a closer, more detailed inspection, trembling at what she saw. The lines were not as deep as before, but she could see each one with numbing clarity -- the same tiny creases and blemishes that had marred her beauty before her miraculous discovery. The combination of ingredients in the formula that had caused her return to a teenage complexion was beginning to fade.
Although she'd enjoyed her newfound beauty only for a few hours, Wendy had no intention of ever returning to the other face, the face of a thirty-five-year-old woman, beautiful though she had been. Carefully selecting her different creams and lotions in the same sequence she had used them the night before, the night when the two men had added the most important ingredient of all their semen -- Wendy applied the lotions and smoothed them on her face. In a few minutes the job was done as she smiled back at her reflection, thinking of the young man waiting in her car ... the young man who unknowingly would play such an important part in the completion of her makeup. Well, she thought as she closed up her case, it might not be too bad after all. He is a good-looking boy.
With one final glance to be sure she looked as good as possible under the circumstances, she walked back to the car. Her young passenger was leaning against the door, patiently waiting for her and smiling as she walked up.
He handed her the card and the unsigned gas ticket, saying. "Didn't think my name would look too good on this. I had them check out the car pretty good and I think we're ready to make it to the big city, unless you've had second thoughts about taking me along ..."
Wendy grinned and scribbled her name across the ticket and handed it to the passing attendant. "No, Stevie, I told you I had made up my mind," she laughed. "Now let's be on our way. You can drive, if you like. I'm more tired than I thought."
He held the door for her and Wendy slid in. She started to hold her short skirt down, then remembered what she had to do with him and she let it ride up high on her thighs as she twisted around to sit down. She knew the show hadn't been wasted on him and she smiled to herself, letting her skirt remain dangerously high as he jumped in beside her and started the engine. She saw his careful glance at her tawny thighs and she fought the temptation to' just throw her legs open for his inspection.
She studied him silently as he drove, approving of his youthful strength and looks, suddenly realizing that she wanted him, not only for what he could provide for her, but for the sheer joy of being possessed by him, to feel his hardness working against her. Wendy shivered at her lewd thoughts but couldn't dispel them and she dropped her eyes to his lap. His legs were spread wide while he drove and she wet her lips as she saw the dormant bulge of his penis lying quietly against his leg, stretching the covering of his thin trousers. From the looks of the erotic outline, she knew he would be large and the thought of taking it out, actually holding it in her hand -- putting her lips to the engorged head. She groaned, realizing that she was working herself up better than he could ever have done.
"What's the matter ... you not feeling good?"
She started, then laughed shortly, saying, "Wh-what! Oh, I didn't know you heard me. No, I'm feeling fine, just fine. Tired, I guess. Say, I've got a thermos of coffee somewhere in the back seat. Why don't we pull over and have a cup? It might keep us both alert!"
Wendy smiled nervously at his questioning glance and ,she knew he thought something else besides coffee was on her mind. Without a word, he swung the car into the next pull-off, easing it well up against the edge of the darkened woods before shutting off the motor. In the sudden silence it seemed to Wendy that she could hear the loud pounding of her heart. With a twinge of anger, she saw that he was just sitting quietly, his hands resting lightly on the wheel as he waited for her to make the first move, or say the first word.
"I -- I must say that was quick," she stammered, trying to keep her voice light and steady. "Now. Let's see if I can locate that thermos without unloading the back seat."
She waved away his offer to help and turned toward the back seat, leaning over from the waist as she rummaged through her luggage. She knew her dress was hiked up in the back almost to her panties, and she could hardly breathe as she fumbled intentionally in her search, waiting to see if he would take advantage of her unspoken invitation. She squirmed her hips, dying for the touch of his hands, his lips, silently cursing him for not making a move, for forcing her to take the initiative.
Suddenly, she twisted around, the thermos in her hands, When she sat back down, she sat with her knees' pulled up and facing him. She felt certain that even in the intimate darkness of the car he had to be able to see the whiteness of her panties that pulled so tightly over her warm crotch. She could feel the wetness between her legs and she longed to spread them, to pull him between them, to ease the gnawing itch with the hard length of his penis thrusting into her.
"Here, I'll turn on the map light so you can see how to pour." His voice was soft, husky-sounding, making Wendy tremble all the more as she realized both of them were playing a game with each other. When he turned the his fingers under the leg of her panties and quickly sought out the slick, tender flesh of her humid slit. She swiftly followed suit, her fingers working frantically at his belt and zipper until she had his clothes open. Her hand dipped into the dark cave and she trembled at the feel of his naked cock jumping in her excited grasp as she pulled it out.
It took the feel of his hand pressing her back lower and lower on the seat, attempting to lay her down, to remind her of what she had to have. She desperately wanted to feel him inside her, but she was determined to accomplish her goal first, no matter what the cost to her desires. She felt sure that he would be able to go more than one time, but she couldn't take the .chance. She had no intention of letting his best discharge of semen go wasted by being shot deep into her belly. She had to have it for her face.
Wendy forced him back gently, pushing his hands away as she slipped quickly to the floor, her gently moving hand never leaving his straining cock as she positioned herself between his legs.
His hands caught the sides of her face as Wendy leaned forward, his voice hoarse as he whispered, "You -- you don't have to ..."
"Stevie, Ohh God, Stevie, I want to. Please let me do this for you! You can have me any way you want afterwards, but please ... I ... I have to have you ... to feel you in my mouth ... I ... ummmmmmm ..." and her voice was stilled by the swollen head of the boy's stretching penis as Wendy slurped the enormous bulb into her mouth.
He strained at the wet, warm feel of her lips slipping over his cockhead, trembling as her tongue swirled over the satin plum, polishing it, loving it before her hollowed cheeks pulled more of the throbbing bar of meat into her mouth, sucking avidly at it, taking it down her throat as she mewled with lust. Even as she bobbed her head lewdly up and down over his twitching lap, running his cock in and out of the tight "O" of her drawing lips, her mind went back to the motel room and the two drunk men who had forced her to service them in the same manner. She wondered what strange lust they had awakened in her, what they had done to cause her to want desperately to take this boy's penis into her mouth. She recognized that it was more than just the need of his semen on her face. She wanted to suck him, to feel the gush of his cream flooding over her tongue and down her throat.
She raised her face, her lips parting reluctantly from the fleshy bulb of his cock, and she looked up at his face, her hand slipping wetly up and down the gleaming column of his penis as she whispered to him. "Stevie ... please, tell me when you -- you're about to come. I -- I want it to shoot over my face -- to feel your cream gush over my skin."
His voice tight with passion, he hissed, "Ohhh, God -- I don't care what you do to me. Just get your mouth back on it ... suck it .. Ohhhh, damn -- suck me, Wendy!"
His hips lurched up as she reclaimed his penis in her mouth, her lips, tongue and cheeks making a tight, cloying channel for his rigid cock as she gobbled up and down the long spear, sucking and nursing the throbbing lance greedily. His hips jerked, ramming more and more of the hard length down her throat, and Wendy felt the sudden swelling surge of the head, the thickening of the already immense shaft as the gasping boy groaned above her swooping, bouncing head and she knew he was ready. Drawing her mouth up the shaft until only the engorged, pulsing head remained inside the soft, clinging circle of her lips, she sucked with long, drawing pulls, calling up the torrents of semen from his heavily laden balls.
"W-Wendy ... I ... I'm ready ... gonna ... gonna come ... I can't hold it ... I'm coming ... I'm coming ...!" he screamed tightly.
A thin, mewling wail escaped from her throat as she pulled her lips from the fountainhead, hating to part with the delicious, satin bulb as it gushed forth with the first spewing squirt of his semen. Quickly grasping the wildly jerking shaft, she closed her eyes, trembling with lust as she directed stream after stream of his throbbing semen over her face. Pumping her hand up and down his thick, jumping lance, she milked more and more cream from the constricted balls, even as her other hand held them, rolling and squeezing them gently. Wendy gloried in each throbbing belch of his thick, warm semen as it sprayed over her face, drenching her skin. She felt the oozing slide of it drooling over her lips and she gratefully extended her tongue to lick away the tangy traces of his come.
When she was sure that she had coaxed the last spurt of his nectar from his twitching, gleaming cock, she leaned down quickly and licked him clean, loving the tortured moan from his panting lips as she polished his drained cock with her lips and tongue. When he slumped back against the seat, Wendy quickly opened the car door and slipped outside.
"I ... I'll be right back, Stevie," she murmured, knowing the boy didn't know or care what she was doing at that particular moment. In the darkness of the car, Wendy put her hands to her face, smoothing the sticky streams of semen over her entire face, working the milky fluid into her skin. Finally, sure that she had covered every inch of her face with his semen, she paused to give it time to dry, feeling the taut pull of her skin as it did. Embarrassed by what she'd done,, she glanced into the car. The boy had revived somewhat and as she looked, Wendy saw him fish a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. The light from the match seemed brilliant after being so long in the dark, and Wendy had a good look at the half-limp length of his penis lying in a thick tube over his naked thigh. He had made no move to dress or cover himself in any way and she knew he.. Was ready for anything else she might dream up. Quickly making up her mind, she slipped her panties down and stepped out of them. Her skirt followed, and praying that no other car would stop to see why they were parked, she opened the door and got in, naked from the waist down.
Without a word, she straddled the startled boy's lap, smiling as she faced him. She could feel him tremble as she lowered the soft, resilient globes of her splayed buttocks over his cock, the warm flesh enveloping his stirring length. Clenching her rump with soft, steady movements, she felt his cock lurch to full hardness, throbbing in the soft valley between her smooth cheeks. She took the cigarette from his slack lips and drew deeply on it herself, then said, "Well, Stevie ... it seems I didn't finish the job the first time." She squirmed sensuously on his naked lap. "Ummm, God, but you're nice and big ... so full and hard ... soooo hard. ..." She leaned forward to kiss him hungrily.
Reaching down under her raised rump, she grasped his straining cock and guided the head to the slick, humid entrance of her cunt. She knew she was wet and ready for him, and without pausing, she lowered her cleft down on it, hissing her pleasure as she felt the warm, satin-smooth plum of his cockhead spearing into her soft, tender flesh. Down and down she lowered herself, loving the hard feel of his meat gliding tightly into her cunt, stretching her, filling her with its throbbing, thick length. Gasping with surprise, she felt it probe deeper and deeper, opening her tender flesh like the petals of a flower as it slithered its hard, wet length to the depths of her cunt and belly. When she finally felt his cock hair pressing against the soft fringes of her own, the thick base of his cock stretching the taut lips of her pussy, she sighed and. collapsed against him, happy and proud that she had swallowed the entire length of his surging penis in her adoring cunt.
She could feel the steady throb of it deep inside her, expanding her clinging insides with its filling hardness, and she felt him tremble as she milked at it with her gentle cunt muscles, drawing and clasping around it until he was squirming with pleasure and impatience. Moaning long and low with the incredible sensation, she raised up slowly, biting her lips as she felt it puffing reluctantly from the clinging, tight sheath of her cunt, out to the head before she grunted with lust and sat back down on it firmly, stuffing herself with its fullness. Again and again she repeated the process, fucking the lurching boy in a frenzy of bouncing action, gorging herself on his long, straining cook. `Sobbing with happiness, she felt the growing bubble of lust building higher and higher inside her, carrying her to a frightening peak of sensation before exploding in an exquisite, wracking climax, jarring her with its intensity. Mewling with pleasure, she squirmed on his impaling cock, unable to move as she flooded his thrusting meat with her love juices, her vagina spasming over his penis as she clung desperately to him.
Close to a climax himself, he grabbed the soft globes of her buttocks in his huge hands, lifting her splayed cleft and puffing her tightly clinging cunt up the stretching hardness of his shaft -- up and down -- faster and faster -- skewering her, impaling the pleasure-frantic girl over and over again until she was bouncing in a frenzy of lust over his invading cock. Finally, drenched with sweat, she screamed with the force of her second climax, sobbing on his shoulder as he grabbed her roughly, grunting and lunging, pumping steady streams of semen into her quaking belly, filling her with his cream as he emptied his tortured balls.
It was quiet in the darkened car giving way only to the sounds of their labored breathing as they climbed together in the backwash of lust. Each was grateful for what he had given and received -- the time-stopping moment that only the fresh-fucked have ever known.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wendy held the door for the parking attendant, then tipped him lavishly for bringing in her luggage. After instructing him to have her car washed and serviced, she closed the door and looked around the familiar surroundings of her apartment, tired after such a long ride, but happy to get home. Smiling to herself she thought about Stevie, wondering if he was thinking of her, and if so, what? She had let him out on a nondescript corner in the Village. She had refused to give him her address or even her telephone number, but had taken his down, promising to call him. As she thought back on the long night spent with him, she realized how lucky she had been. He had done all the driving while she slept soundly at his side. After their lustful pause at the side of the road, Wendy had slept like a baby, content and satisfied by the thorough fucking he had given her, and secure in the knowledge that her beauty had been restored by the shower of semen over her carefully applied makeup.
When they had stopped for gas and a brief rest for him, Wendy had hurried inside the ladies' room, eager to confirm whether or not her newly found formula had indeed worked. She grinned at her reflection with almost in-sane pleasure. Once again her complexion was perfect, creamy and smooth as a baby. She had washed her face hurriedly and put on fresh lipstick before returning to the car to complete the trip.
Glancing in her bedroom mirror, she saw that she had lost none of the youthful look and she was beginning to judge how long the results of the applications lasted. Quickly unpacking and bathing, she couldn't wait to start work on her formula, the cosmetic discovery that was going to make her rich beyond her dreams, and she dressed hurriedly before calling her secretary.
She had most of her plan worked out in her mind and she gave her startled secretary a rapid-fire list of instructions, smiling to herself at the girl's obvious confusion. Satisfied that the beginning of her plan was in the works, she gulped down a quick breakfast and called down for the doorman to have a cab waiting.
Humming happily to herself, Wendy walked from the apartment building, nodding to the smiling doorman as she tipped him and got into the waiting cab. She grinned as she saw the pompous old man ogling the exposed length of her thighs as she got in the cab, then intentionally gave him a flashing glance at her crotch by quickly spreading her legs wide for a brief second as she sat down. It was all she could do to keep from laughing at the expression on his face as the cab pulled away from the curb.
Go ahead and look, you old goat, she thought gaily. If you weren't so old, I might just recruit you for the biggest money-making deal in the history of cosmetics!
When they finally pulled up in front of the lower New York laboratory, Wendy quickly paid the driver and hurried inside. As soon as she entered, she could see her orders already being carried out. Ordinarily at that time of day she would've been able to hear the hum of the filling and packaging line, the sound of her employees busily working on the manufacture and shipping of her different cosmetics, the normal busy atmosphere of her small office staff. But this day it was different, and Wendy looked around as she stood just inside the door, happy to see the results of her earlier instructions from the motel, informing her staff to stop production for the time being. Except for her secretary, the place was empty.
She smiled as her secretary finally noticed her, saying abruptly as she looked up, "yes, can I help you, Miss?"
Wendy almost laughed with joy. Even her own secretary hadn't recognized her! Walking up to the desk, Wendy watched the girl's face carefully for the first sign of recognition, then laughed at the puzzled, then shocked expression. "Toni! Really now, I haven't been gone so long that you shouldn't know me! It's me ... your boss ... remember?"
The staring girl pushed back from her desk, not believing what she saw, her mouth working noiselessly as Wendy grinned back at her. "It -- it is really you," she stammered. "B-but what happened! You-your face ... your skin ... so ... so ..."
"So young -- beautiful?" she grinned. "Honestly, Toni, I really must've looked bad before if you carry on like this over such a small change in me!"
"Oh, no, Miss Moore ... it ... it's not that at all!" the stunned girl replied quickly. "But you've changed! You do look younger ... so young it's impossible! What did you do?"
Wendy was enjoying herself immensely. "You're right, Toni -- it is impossible, but I've done it! Something new ... so different, so wild ..." She stopped, knowing that she had no intention of telling what she had discovered, then continued, saying more calmly, "But I'll tell you more about that later. Did you do everything just as I told you?"
The girl sat down, her eyes still glued to her beautiful employer's face as she answered. "Yes, Ma'am. I told everyone that we were closing until further notice and that they could pick up their checks this afternoon."
"And do you have them ready?"
"Yes. Miss Wendy ... am ... am I fired, too?" she asked quietly, her eyes downcast.
Wendy laughed, "Of course not, Toni! And we will probably bring back most of our people later, if they still want to work for me. I just didn't want anyone here except you and me until l'm ready to produce -- well, something new."
"This ... this 'something new' ... is this what you've discovered to make you look so ...so young?"
Wendy grinned crazily, unable to restrain her excitement as she cried, "Yes, Toni ... a new formula that will be the biggest thing ever! A formula that only I know about, that only I know how to make!" She stepped closer to the wondering girl and leaned forward to give her a closer look. "Take a good look, Toni. You know I never had too many lines and wrinkles, but do you see any now? Any at all? Even a single blemish?"
The girl stared at her, gazing closely at every inch of the older woman's face; then with a trembling hand, she reached up, asking with her eyes as Wendy laughed, "Go ahead ... touch me, feel my skin!"
She stood still as Toni traced her fingers over her face, then grinned triumphantly as the girl cried, "My God! It's like a baby's skin!"
Wendy was moved to stand there and appreciate Toni's flawless complexion also, so flawless in fact, that it had been one of the reasons Wendy had hired her. The girl was a good advertisement for her cosmetics, but now both Wendy and Toni knew that Wendy's complexion was every bit as youthful and beautiful as Toni's.
Having proved the results of her discovery to her secretary, she turned and briskly walked to her office, all business once again as she turned and said, "Take any calls, Toni; just tell them I'm out of town. I don't want to be disturbed for any reason. I'll be in the lab, but don't bother me unless the building is on fire!" She chuckled at the stunned look on the girl's face, then walked through her office and into her private lab.
Carefully setting out the same creams and lotions she had used on her trip, she measured out as closely as possible the exact amount .actually used on her face when making up. Weighing out each portion carefully, she made precise notes of each step of her operation as to the quantity and type of each different ingredient used. This done, she unlocked her safe and withdrew the bulky file that contained the formula of each of her cosmetic creations, her own patented formulas of the cosmetics she had used before being interrupted that night by the two drunk men. She sat down and studied each formula carefully, knowing that locked somewhere in their structure was the secret, the unknown catalyst that caused the miraculous reaction with the male semen.
After exhaustive scrutiny, she finally realized that she would probably never know exactly why the combination worked as it did, but she did know that it worked! The reason wasn't important. After careful deliberation, she completed her list of ingredients percentage by percentage, gram by gram -- until only one factor '' remained. Sitting back wearily, she stared at the ceiling, wondering, Now, how in hell am I supposed to know how much semen a man shoots off! She giggled to herself, trying to visualize how many ounces or centimeters of semen were in each throbbing squirt -- then, how many squirts to a good, healthy, passionate ejaculation. Laughing aloud, she got up and put the work sheets back into her safe, thinking, this is going to be the damnedest research ever undertaken in the field of cosmetology, but I've got to find out!"
Wendy knew that to activate her new formula she had to find out just how much semen was necessary -- how long its effectiveness would last, would it lose its power after being blended with her cosmetics? She knew she had a lot to do, and it was beginning to be more and more evident to her that she was going to need help -- male help! To conduct her tests she knew she would need a steady and adequate supply of semen, fresh semen to determine how best to use it and discover how it could not be used. Once satisfied that the semen could be stored and held before use and blending, she could arrange to have the semen supplied to her -- how, she didn't know, but she felt sure she could arrange it. But for now, she knew she had to have fresh-from-the-testicles semen!
Wendy stretched wearily, not realizing how tired she had become, and when she glanced out the window, she was surprised to see how late it had gotten. Quickly walking to her mirror, Wendy saw that the magic of her complexion had indeed started to fade. Not so much that others would notice, but fading nevertheless, and she knew she would have to have another treatment before morning. Suddenly she remembered Toni! She'd been so engrossed in her work that she had completely forgotten her secretary. Wondering if the girl had gone without telling her, Wendy hurried to the front office, then smiled as she saw the tired girl asleep with her head on her desk.
She shook her gently by the shoulder, calling softly, "Toni! Wake up, honey." The girl stirred, then looked up with a start as Wendy smiled down at her saying, "I'm sorry, dear. I just got so wound up in my work, I forgot you were even out here. Tell you what ... you just take a little time off tomorrow. Come in after lunch, okay?"
Toni grinned, Obviously pleased that at least she still had a job, even though the rest had been laid off. Shaking her head, still amazed at the youthful new look of her boss, Toni gathered up her things. "Well, if you're sure you won't need me, Miss Wendy ..."
"Not at all. You run along and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, Toni."
Alone at last, Wendy rummaged through her purse, finally coming up with the scrap of paper she sought. Well, she thought, here's hoping, and she dialed Stevie's number.
Luck was with her and she smiled as she heard his voice answering the phone. "Hi, Stevie! Remember me? This is the gal that Almost killed you last night!"
"In more ways than one, baby!" he laughed. "I'm surprised to hear from you."
"You shouldn't be. I thought you knew how much I -- well, enjoyed your company last night. I don't think I could've made it with-out you." She laughed. "There are several things I wouldn't have made without you. How would you like to buy me a drink?"
The delighted surprise was evident in his voice as he readily agreed and Wendy laughingly gave him her office address. When she hung up the phone she checked to be sure her liquor cabinet was still well stocked. She kept a supply on hand for the many buyers who frequented her small plant when ordering the new products that Wendy constantly turned out.
She mixed herself a drink and sat down, laughing at herself for being so excited at the prospect of seeing Stevie again. Sipping slowly, she planned out in her mind how she would approach Stevie, how she would explain her need of him without telling him too much of what she was doing. She knew she needed him, needed what he could do for her, the arrangements he could make for her.
CHAPTER SIX
"You mean you own this? This whole place belongs to you?" Stevie laughed shortly. "Baby, you really had me fooled. How the hell did a young chick like you ever get a setup like this? You can't be much older than me, and I don't have a pot to piss in!"
She laughed delightedly at his crude remark, pleased that he thought her to be his own age. "Stevie, please believe me ... I am a few years older than you and I've been working all my life to get this place. I admit I'm doing quite well, and that's one reason I asked you to come here. I need help, and I think you can be the one to help me. I need some-one I can trust, someone who wants to make a lot of money, and someone who won't ask a lot of questions. Now, are you interested?"
He laughed, then drained his drink. "Baby, I was interested in you even before you said anything about needing me or paying me money, remember? Damn right, I'm interested, but it does take some of the fun out of it!"
Now it was her turn to laugh and she said, "It might not take as much of the fun out of it as you think." She fixed him a fresh drink and handed it to him, then turning away so he couldn't see her grin as she said, "Now, take your clothes off and come into my office. I'll be waiting for you!"
Wendy giggled as she heard his strangled gasp; then she quickly closed the door behind her. She wanted to see how he reacted to her sudden order, to see if he would obey without question. She didn't have long to wait. With-out even a knock, her door flew open and there he stood, naked as the day he was born. He had regained his composure and stood looking coolly at her, drink in hand, leaning against the doorjamb.
She felt her excitement mounting as she let her eyes roam over his lean, well-muscled nakedness, lingering on the long, thick tube of his flaccid penis as it hung past the twin pendulum of his balls. Even as she stared at it, she could see the effect of her warm, staring look, and it began to swell, to thicken and stretch longer and longer.
Wendy laughed shortly, without mirth, then said, "You -- you did that very quickly, Stevie. Do you think you could take orders from a woman ... from me?"
His voice was hoarse as he took a long pull from his drink and said, "Wendy, baby, I don't know what you have in mind, but right now I think I would gladly murder for you. If you want a serious answer, no, I don't have any hangup about taking orders from a woman -- especially you," he grinned, his hand dropping down to hold his rapidly stretching penis.
Not wanting to lose control of the conversation, or her own emotions, Wendy averted her eyes as he began stroking himself, exhibiting his strength and size like a prize stallion as he grinned down at her. "Stevie, I don't want you to misunderstand what I'm about to tell you. I think I showed you last night how much I liked you, how much I wanted you. I'm telling you this so you won't think I'm some sort of mercenary monster, interested only in your maleness and what I need you for. Last night was something good, something wonderful, and we will have that again ... often, I hope. ..."
She closed her eyes, fighting down the lustful tremor that shook her body as he stepped closer, holding his full erect penis like an offering to her lips, aiming it at her mouth as she saw quietly before him. "Right now, baby," he whispered. "We can have it again, right now!"
"No, Stevie, please ... hear me out first," she begged, opening her eyes to stare at the blood-engorged head of his cock, hypnotized by the lustful throb of his straining length. "I -- I want you, too," she whispered, "but you have to hear me out. Then we'll do whatever you want to do, agreed?"
The aroused young man realized she was quite serious and with an obvious effort, he turned and sat down on the edge of her desk, surrendering for the moment to her wishes.
Wendy breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that if he had stood for one more moment before her, cock in hand, she would've leaned forward and sucked it, killing her entire plan.
Getting control of herself, she began. "Stevie, I -- I'm conducting certain experiments here in my lab -- experiments that could lead to a new formula ... a formula that could be most beneficial in certain, ah ... skin disorders."
"Baby, this is all well and good, but what the hell does it have to do with me? I don't know bread about any `skin disorders'!"
"You don't need to, Stevie. I -- I need something that you can furnish for my experiments ... something that only men can furnish!"
She looked up at him, her eyes bright with excitement as she saw the slow change in his expression as he began to comprehend what she had said. "You're beginning to catch on, aren't you, Stevie?" she asked.
"You need my dick?" he asked incredulously.
She laughed, trying not to break up completely at the fearful look on his face as she gasped, "Stevie ... no! I -- I need your semen, not your penis!"
"Good God! Why didn't you say so! Hell, I didn't know what to think for a minute there!"
Wendy shook, with repressed laughter, seeing that formerly rampant cock was now hanging limp and useless, as if in hiding from what its owner feared was in store for it.
"All right, so you had me scared for a second," he grinned ruefully. "Now, let's get back to the subject. I think you said you wanted my -- my semen! That sounds pretty interesting, baby. How do you propose getting it from me?" He laughed, his heavy cock once again swelling to fuller proportions as he said, "You did a pretty good job getting it out last night!"
Wendy grinned back at him. "Oh, I know how you want me to get it from you, and we'll get to that later. Right now I would like you to ... to" She suppressed another giggle. "... masturbate!"
"What! You mean to say you expect me to stand here and jack-off in front of you while you just watch -- like I'm some damn guinea pig?"
Wendy reached out and traced her fingers down his naked thigh, brushing closer and closer to his crotch as she said, "Stevie, it won't be like that at all. Later, I'll need you to get others, men who will be paid as donors to provide us with their semen. I -- I only want you to do it this one time, so I can run some tests." She reached out and closed her tiny hand around his thick, semi-hard penis and began stroking it gently. She could feel the bar of flesh growing harder and harder as the velvet-smooth skin surrounding it slide easily up and down ... enveloping and releasing the throbbing head in its silken sheath. In seconds he was rock-hard and fully aroused, his hips arched toward her. She knew she had him going and she quickened her stroking movements to match the rolling lurch of his hips. Without missing a beat, she reached to the table with her other hand and brought back a large porcelain cup she had laid out in advance.
"Faster, Wendy," he gasped, his voice strained. "Do it faster, baby ... you wanted come, you're gonna get it!"
She skinned her hand in a blur of movement up and down his stretching, throbbing shaft, pumping his swollen cock for all she was worth, her own panting breath matching his as she glued her eyes to the mottled, turgid head, waiting for the first sign of his creamy discharge. She didn't have long to wait.
"Now, baby, now!" he hissed, and Wendy quickly held the gleaming white cup up to the head of his cock. Getting to her feet beside him, she pumped furiously at his jumping penis, trying to tilt the stiff bar of meat down so that the head would be almost in the cup. She succeeded just as the first lurching stream of semen erupted from his hardened flesh. Fascinated, she watched closely as she continued milking her hand up and down, pumping stream after stream of his spurting discharge into the cup. He was leaning forward, his hands clenched tightly on the edge of the table as she drained him, her hand milking and coaxing more and more of his thick semen into the cup as he moaned with pleasure. Shuddering with the last spurting surge of his completion, he fell back from her slickly moving hand, pulling his sensitive prick from her grasp.
As Stevie collapsed in a chair, Wendy quickly took the half-filled cup of semen into her lab. To her delight, she saw that he had indeed come through for her, his balls having emptied a good inch of milky fluid into the large cup. She hurriedly measured the semen into three portions, then mixed one quantity directly with the preblended cosmetics and applied it directly to her face, smoothing the resulting cream firmly into her skin. She mixed a second measure in the same manner and placed this batch in a small refrigeration unit, carefully setting the temperature for thirty-eight degrees. The third she merely blended and left sitting out at room temperature. Satisfied with her first trials, she smiled smugly to herself as she removed her clothes. She couldn't forget the sight of the naked young man in the next room, the clean, lithe lines of his muscular body and the hand-filling length of his thick, stretching penis. She recalled the feel of his jerking cock as it twitched in her hand, spewing forth its creamy nectar, remembering his moaning gasps as she jacked him off. Panting with impatience, she removed her bra and quickly stepped from her panties. She could feel her full, rounded breasts swelling with anticipation, the rosebud nipples puckering to erotic stiffness. Wendy slipped her hand down to her crotch and inserted one finger into the moist folds of her vagina, trembling as she rubbed the erect nub of her clitoris. In a spasm of lust, she squeezed the lips of her cunt tightly together, holding the juice-filled folds as she squirmed with pleasure.
"Stevie! Ohh, God, Stevie -- hurry!" she called frantically, sinking slowly to the carpeted floor as she saw him enter her office.
"More experiments, boss lady?" he asked softly, enjoying the sight of such a beautiful woman writhing naked on the floor before him. "Ohh, Wendy baby ... you're so damn beautiful ... so sweet."
Wendy mewled with desire as he covered her twisting body with his own. Stretching in a passionate arc up from the floor, she groaned as his lips captured one nipple, sucking and licking over it, then laving the soft, full globe of her thrusting breast before moving on to the next one. His wet, sliding mouth covered every inch of her quivering breasts, his tongue lapping over the warm, smooth skin until she was trembling at every touch and was wet from her armpits to her rib cage. When his tongue speared into the tender, in-dented dimple of her navel and sluiced the soft flesh hungrily, she groaned, her hand pressing against the top of his head, pressing down, farther down.
"Please, Stevie," she whispered passionately, "oh please ... do me ... kiss me, fuck me ... just for us, this time, just for us."
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was just beyond belief!
It was all too good to be true!
But it was true. She remembered reading somewhere that everyone had his one moment in life ... and if that moment was allowed to slip by, forget it, you never got a second chance.
Well this was her moment.
Her destiny called her, just like in the song. She looked out her office window and sang out loud to the world, "You're going to hear from me!"
It was like going to Las Vegas and winning the jackpot. She thought about that for a few minutes, remembering the time she had actually won a hundred dollars at Keeno. A hundred lousy dollars!
God, what she had won now was worth a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand.
But she had to go to work, stop this day-dreaming.
Work, yes, and plenty of it. Planning, scheming, the whole Madison Avenue bit. Her mind was spinning. But it was a good "high" that had overtaken her brain, and she loved it!
She composed herself, and sat down behind her desk, working into the night preparing sales lists and advertising copy for the agency. Wendy had picked a leading agency to handle Fountain of Youth. She wanted quick recognition of her product to build the demand, then she knew the word-of-mouth publicity would give her more business than she could possibly handle.
Wendy knew that Toni was dying of curiosity about her discovery. The young girl showed her amazement at Wendy's peaches-and-cream complexion every time she looked at her. Wendy knew the girl was watching carefully, waiting to see if the bloom of youth would fade, but it never did.
She raised Toni's salary to two-hundred-fifty a week, partly for the enormous amount of work the girl was doing, but mainly to assure herself of the girl's loyalty, to bind Toni to her with the strongest of all bonds -- money. It worked beautifully and Toni adored the lovely, successful woman and was quite willing to work any hours. Toni's own quick success by association with Wendy was staggering to her. She was earning more money than she ever dreamed possible, giving her a freedom she had never known before. When Wendy surprised her with a five-hundred-dollar bonus, it was icing on the cake, and Toni would have gladly died for her generous, lovely boss.
Wendy nutured the impressed young girl carefully, convincing her to buy an expensive sports car and closets of high-priced clothes. She wanted Toni to get thoroughly addicted to the good life, to know and want all the things money could buy. This was accomplished in short order and Wendy was delighted to see the Iovely young blonde glowing with happiness, a willing slave to her boss's money. Wendy knew immediately when Toni was completely hooked and totally dependent on her fabulous salary. She picked a Friday afternoon to put her plan into effect, telling Toni that she wanted her to work late again. She had already mentioned to Stevie that she would want him to come to the lab later in the evening, and she waited impatiently for the day to end.
When the last employee had checked out, Wendy mixed two drinks from her bar, then rang for Toni. When she walked in, Wendy smiled at her, handing her the drink as she motioned her to a chair.
"You've been working too hard, Toni. Drink this and relax; I want to talk to you."
Toni flashed her a grateful smile and took a long drink from the tall glass. "Ummm, that's good ... thanks, Miss Wendy. There isn't anything wrong, is there?"
Wendy laughed. "No, baby, everything is fine, so you just sit back and listen. Toni, we're ready now to start production on the most fabulous new cosmetic in the world. You've seen how it has worked on me ... what do you think women would pay to regain the complexion they had as teenagers?"
Toni laughed nervously. "Most women would pay anything almost ... do anything, to get their skin to look like yours!"
"Exactly! And we're going to make it so damned expensive that women will sell their souls to get it! We aren't going for the big nationwide distributors, expensive campaigns and sales forces! We're going to hit the market with one big splash, give certain women our `exclusive' treatment free, then sit back and wait for things to happen!" Wendy paced nervously, draining her drink, then turned quickly back to Toni. "Toni -- how would you like to make, say, twenty-five thou-sand dollars a year?"
The startled girl gasped, almost dropping her glass as she stared up at her. "Twe-twenty.five thousand? I -- I can't believe it!" A silly grin split her face; then she giggled almost hysterically. "Miss W-Wendy ... you can't be serious!"
"Quite serious, Toni, I assure you!" Wendy laughed. "We're going to make a fortune with Fountain of Youth. If you are with me ... and I mean one hundred per cent ... you can get your share of it! It means you will have to do what you are told with no questions asked, things that may seem strange to you! You will have to be available when I need you, for whatever reason I may need you -- is that clear? Are you still interested?"
Without the, slightest hesitation, Toni shook her lead, 'Crying, "Of course I'm interested! You know' I'd do anything for you anyway, Miss Wendy! I -- I can't believe this is really happening to me!"
"It's going to happen, believe me. Just be sure that this is what you want, Toni! When Fountain of Youth hits the market, we're going to be rich, but there will be certain demands on you -- demands you may or may not like!"
"I don't care!" Toni cried stubbornly. "I -- I can stand it if you can! Miss Wendy, I want the job -- whatever it is!" She stared defiantly at Wendy, emphasizing her statement.
Wendy laughed softly, saying, "Okay, Toni, but don't say I didn't warn you. Welcome to the fold!"
Toni jumped to her feet and hugged Wendy excitedly, crying out, "Ohh, thank you, Miss Wendy, thank you! You won't be sorry, I promise!"
Somewhat taken back by the girl's sudden show of affection and exuberance, Wendy felt Toni's full breasts pressing into her own, a feeling that shocked her by the sensual feel of it and surprised her with the quick, erotic response she felt. The gleaming blonde hair was right under Wendy's nose as Toni buried her face in her shoulder in an impulsive gesture of appreciation, and Wendy breathed in the fresh, delightful smell of her youth before the excited girl pulled back, blushing.
"I -- I'm sorry, Miss Wendy," she giggled. "I guess I got sort of carried away, but I'm just so happy! I'll never be able to thank you enough!"
Wendy laughed, hoping her voice wouldn't betray the alarming emotion she felt as she answered, "That's quite all right, Toni. I understand, I -- I like people who show how they feel!"
Still strangely shaken by the young girl's innocent, impulsive move, Wendy masked her feelings by busily fixing fresh drinks for them both. She smiled as she handed one to Toni, then sat down facing the grinning girl.
"Very well, Toni. I will now consider you commited, a very important member of my team. Now then! I would like to ask you a few questions. I hope you won't be shocked or feel imposed upon by what I ask. Remember, I told you a few minutes ago that your new position with me would require your unquestioning obedience."
"I remember, Miss Wendy. You can ask me anything you wish." Toni nodded firmly, her cheeks flushed both from the two strong drinks and the excitement of what had happened to her.
"Good! To begin with, I assume you are not a virgin?" Wendy smiled as Toni's eyes widened at the question, and to her credit, she remained calm and merely nodded her head, lying.
"And I can further assume that you enjoy a healthy relationship with men -- that you are not a prude when it comes to the various nuances of sex."
Toni nodded again, obviously confused now by the unexpected direction of the questions, and she answered in a tiny voice, "I -- I don't think I'm any sort of ... of a prude ... I don't really know what you mean, Miss Wendy, but ..." and she blushed again as the smiling woman watched her closely, "I ... I do enjoy -- well, being with a man ... if I like him, that is!"
Wendy smiled, saying, "I understand, my dear. Now would you please remove your dress?"
Toni gasped. "Wh-what did you say? You want me to ... to remove --!" She stopped short, staring at the calm, deliberate look in Wendy's eyes, and she knew the woman was waiting for her reaction, testing her. Without another word, she set her glass on the table and reached behind to unzip her dress. She shrugged her shoulders, letting it fall away from her upper body, then worked it down over the swelling curve of her hips and stepped out of it.
"Now your half-slip, Toni," Wendy ordered casually, hiding the confused feeling of power and excitement as the young girl quickly moved to obey her.
Toni had no idea what her employer intended, but she had no intention of showing the slightest hesitation. She knew quite well she would strip naked on Times Square for twenty-five thousand dollars a year and she was quite willing to follow along with whatever Wendy intended, innocently trusting her lovely employer to the fullest extent. She stepped from her half-slip and stood with her hands at her sides, waiting for Wendy's next test.
Wendy drained her drink as she stared at the lovely sight before her. Toni wore only a filmy net bra -- the transparent cups strained by the fullness of her thrusting breasts. Her panties were matching, tiny bikini panties that showed the blonde bulge of her vagina. Her legs were smooth and beautifully tapered, full-rounded perfection. Wendy had seen girls partially nude before, as well as completely naked, but she seldom saw another female whose figure compared favorably with her own, but with a twinge of envy, she knew that Toni's was every bit as good. The girl was perfect in every respect.
Her eyes roaming slowly over her delightful inch of her body, Wendy said softly, "Ummm, yes, Toni. I'm quite sure you must enjoy a very pleasant relationship with the men! You are very beautiful! Now, my dear, if you would just remove your bra and panties I'll tell you why I'm putting you through this rather strange little ritual."
In spite of her determination, Toni hesitated, startled at the order to strip down to the buff. Then, blushing with embarrassment, she removed the two remaining garments, dropping the wispy bra and panties to the floor at her feet. With her head bowed, she stood completely naked, feeling vulnerable and helpless before her beautiful boss. Miserable with shame, she felt her nipples drawing tight, her breasts rounding out to ever fuller proportions as she felt Wendy's eyes on them. She fought the inclination to cover the golden fluff of her pussy with her hand, and with a supreme effort, she stood quietly as she submitted to Wendy's careful inspection.
Wendy laughed softly, her voice dry and brittle as she said, "You are truly lovely, Toni ... so much so, I almost hate you!"
"Oh, no, Miss Wendy! I could never be as pretty as you. I've envied you ever since I came to work here!"
"I'm only teasing you, Toni," Wendy laughed, "but thank you anyway. You can sit down now. I imagine you do feel a little self-conscious standing there naked, in spite of how beautiful you look."
Toni saw that she didn't mean for her to put her clothes back on. Her face burning, she saw down in front of Wendy and waited for her next move.
"You haven't even asked why I'm making you do this Toni. That's good ... very good!" Wendy exclaimed. "Now, Toni, I'm going to tell you something, something that you're never to mention. Only the two of us will know, so if it does leak out, I'll know exactly where it came from -- and believe me, I'll make sure you're a fifty-dollar-a-week clerk for the rest of your life. Because of the complexity of the ingredients, what I am about to tell you is worthless by itself, but I still don't intend others to find out what we're doing!"
"Please, Miss Wendy, haven't I proved that I want to be loyal to you, that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you in any way?" Toni cried, still self-conscious in her nakedness, but holding her arms out to emphasize what she had done to prove herself.
"I know, dear ... I only want to make my point clear. If I didn't think you could be trusted, you wouldn't be here ... and you still may not want to be here when you hear the rest of what}I will expect of you!"
In Toni's mind, she was becoming more and more sure that Wendy was a lesbian. She could find no other reason for her strange behavior in making her undress and sit naked before her. Even as she became certain that this was the case, she wondered briefly if she would be able to go through with it should-Wendy make a pass at her -- or order her to perform some unnatural act. Trembling at the thought, she forced herself to admit that she would do it -- would, in fact, do almost anything for the riches promised her. When she looked back at Wendy, she looked at her in a different light, wondering how it would be, what it would feel like to be held by the beautiful woman, to put her hands, her lips ... Her thoughts were interrupted by Wendy's voice and she flushed crimson, as if she'd been caught in the act.
Wendy chuckled softly. "I asked if you felt you were ready to hear the rest of my proposal." As Toni nodded dumbly, Wendy found herself looking at the golden cascade of blonde hair falling softly over Toni's naked shoulders, strands of it curling softly over the swell of one sweet breast, the pink nipple peeking shyly through. God, she is so lovely! she thought; then with a shudder, she forced her mind back to the conversation.
"Okay then, here goes! Fountain of Youth needs one special ingredient -- an ingredient that is useless without my particular cosmetic formulas and in a particular order of preparation. However, this ingredient is completely necessary to the success of the formula. That ingredient, Toni, is semen! A man's semen!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Toni was shocked, then stunned, and finally astounded as Wendy briefly told her of her discovery, being careful not to mention anything that could benefit anyone should they try to copy her formula or method. When she told Toni of her new Extraction Center, she had to tell her about Stevie and the part he had played solar ih her operation.
Getting slowly to her feet, Toni walked around the room, almost unaware of her nudity as she shook her head in disbelief. "It -- it's impossible! Crazy!" she whispered softly. "And you -- you're serious!" Toni remembered Gino said Wendy was nuts.
"Quite serious, Toni ... and it works! You need only to look at me to remind yourself, remember?"
"But what do you need with me?" the dazed girl asked, again sitting down as she tried to cope with what she'd been told.
"Toni, we're going to need semen ... lots of semen ... gallons and gallons of semen ... tanker trucks of semen! What is the best way to get semen from a man? Girls, of course! Girls who are willing to make more money than they ever dreamed about!"
She paused, her hands shaking as she made fresh drinks. Toni took hers and turned it up without even realizing she had- it as Wendy continued. "A man always has just one thing in mind -- go get a girl and in some way, to cause himself to ejaculate! He doesn't give a damn, in the final analysis, how it is done -- by screwing or by a girl using her mouth on him. Hell, even her hand, if all else fails him! Or his own hand! What I'm saying, Toni, is that the one thing we have to have is freely manufactured every minute of every day by millions of men -- men who are dying to get rid of it -- and we're going to provide them with a way to do it!"
Toni giggled as she tossed off the remains of her drink, caught up by Wendy's excitement and the ludicrous aspects of what she was hearing. "You ... you mean you're setting up a place for men where they can go. ..." she giggled again, "go and get milked like a cow!"
Wendy laughed with her, then cried, "Yes, but that's only part of it! Stevie will handle that, he's getting boys and men who are willing to be paid for something they love to do for free, and that's where you come in. I want you .to find me girls, girls who will take care of the men at the Extraction Center! Oh, we could have the men come in and masturbate into a jar and pay them by the ounce, but I think if we provide girls for them, they won't be as likely to pass the word on us. Besides, with pretty girls helping them, they should be able to shoot off two or three times instead of only once by their own hand."
"And you said this is only part of it?" Toni giggled.
"That's right! We'll let it be known that we're willing to pay for semen. We don't care how it's collected or who collects it. If the semen is brought to us, we'll pay handsomely for it!"
Toni laughed, shaking her head. "This is going to be the damnedest thing that ever happened to sex! Just think ... come for the money!" She broke up in peals of laughter again, saying. "Can't you just imagine -- all the girl friends and wives -- suddenly no longer interested in merely screwing, but insisting on only the ways where the semen can be saved!"
Wendy giggled at Toni, gasping, "This will be the greatest boon to hand-artists and cock-suckers the world has ever known! And what a perfect product! It will keep the women beautiful and the men well paid for letting the beautiful women have their semen. How could anyone be happier!"
"Or anything more beneficial! Wendy, you are a genius!" Toni cried, "No wonder you're so sure you're going to make a fortune! It can't miss!" She got up, hugging her naked breasts excitedly as she danced around the room. "And I'm going to be part of it ... twenty-five thousand dollars a year! Oh, Wendy . . you're wonderful, thank you, thank you."
Watching the beautiful young girl dancing nakedly around her, her full breasts and sweetly rounded buttocks bouncing and quivering sensuously, her long golden hair swirling like a halo around her lovely face, Wendy almost forgot her final surprise for Toni. She was strangely aroused by the sight of Toni's nudity, so much so that she was frightened by it, yet she still almost regretted having to tell the girl what was in store for her. She was shocked at having to admit to herself that she was jealous at the thought of someone else using Toni or touching her.
Forcing the lewd and disturbing thought from her mind, she put her hand out to catch Toni's arm as she danced gaily by.
"One last thing, Toni ... one thing I want you to do," she spoke quietly.
Toni caught the serious tone of her voice and stopped short, facing Wendy as she said, "Like I told you, Wendy ... anything you ask."
Wendy looked away from the sweet innocence of the girl's eyes, fighting the impulse to gather the naked girl into her arms. "Stevie will be here in a few minutes. He will be your first test. I -- I want you to extract his semen ... to prove you are truly ready to undertake this job."
"Stevie! B-but I thought...." Toni stopped herself, having been so sure that Wendy was going to take her for herself. She had prepared herself, resigned herself to the point where she had been perversely looking forward to it. Like most females,' she had always wondered how it would be to have another woman make love to her, to kiss and fondle the soft, full curves of a female instead of the hairy hardness of a man. She had been so sure the opportunity had finally presented itself, giving her the excuse that she was powerless to pre-vent it, a helpless virgin being forced into the perverse, erotic pleasure of sex with her own kind, without the guilt of being a willing partner.
"You ... you mean Stevie is coming here? Tonight? And you want me to -- to make love with him?"
Wendy tried to laugh but failed, saying, "To be more explicit, I want you to go down on him ... suck him off ... extract his semen with your mouth so we can use it later!"
Toni dropped to her chair, her legs splaying open as she stared at Wendy, her hands clasped between her parted knees. You want me to give that big lout a ... a blowjob?"
"Then spit his semen into a vial so we can use it ... that's exactly right, Toni!" Wendy wondered if she had misjudged her hold over the girl, the gnawing fears of doubt washing over her as she waited for Toni's reaction.
"Well, by God!" Toni laughed. "What does Stevie think about, this? Or is he getting paid by the ounce, too?"
"No, in fact Stevie provided the semen for my initial experiments!" Wendy smiled intimately at Toni, saying softly, "And I must confess, Toni ... I did my own extraction for that! You will find him a most exciting young man ... in every way!"
Their conversation was interrupted by a loud knock at the door and Toni looked up at Wendy questionably. "That must be him. Should I go to the door and yank his dong out, or what?"
Wendy laughed, saying, "No, we don't have to be quite that abrupt. You just stay like you are and I'll go let him in!"
She hurried to the front door of the lab and admitted the grinning Stevie, dodging his groping hands as she said, "Whoa, boy -- not me, this time! I have a little surprise for you in the next room, so why don't you peel out of those clothes and make yourself ready for science and posterity!"
He laughed shortly, "Boss-lady, I quit wondering about what you had up your sleeve long ago. Let's get on with it!" Wendy laughed, watching closely as he removed his clothes, her eyes centering between his thighs at the swelling length of his penis as he stepped from his shorts. "I don't think it would make you angry if I told you I needed more of that wonderful cream of yours, would it?"
He grinned down at her, his hand idly stroking his growing cock as he said, "Baby, you can take the cream from this any time you want! I've been so damned busy getting guys lined up for the Extraction Center, I haven't had my own extracted for quite a while!"
Wendy evaded his groping hands and teasingly ran her hand lightly over his hard and stretching penis, pausing to squeeze the warm, fleshy head as she said, "Ummm, you are ready, aren't you? I'm glad you haven't wasted any of it recently. You should have plenty for my friend Toni!"
"Did you say Toni? You ... you mean Toni is the surprise waiting for me in your office?" he grinned.
Without answering, Wendy took his hand and walked to her door. She was suddenly quite anxious to see the two beautiful and naked young teenagers together and she smiled up at him as she threw the door open and led him inside.
"Heyyyy, Toni baby ... you're some dish," Stevie sighed, standing in silent awe as he looked at the naked young girl. Toni blushed under his scrutiny, her own eyes immediately captured by the thick, throbbing spear of flesh stretching in long arc from his crotch, staring at the engorged, pulsing head.
Wendy's voice was a husky whisper as she said, "Toni, Stevie tells me it has been some time since he -- he has had his cream extracted." She trembled as she reached down and cupped her hand under his low-hanging, heavily laden balls, saying softly, "See how full they are, Toni ... so heavy with juice ... the juice we need." She looked up at Toni in time to see the flushed girl wet her lips nervously, her eyes staring trancelike at the naked boy's crotch as Wendy fondled gently between his legs. "Tell him, Toni. Tell Stevie what you want to do for him."
Toni hadn't expected it to be so sudden, so abrupt and cold-blooded. She had assumed that Stevie would approach her, gently make love to her, lead her along to a point where she could be ready to lower her face to his penis. This different approach took her by surprise, but the very strangeness of the situation triggered a perverse chord inside her and she suddenly realized that this was the way she would prefer it -- just raw sex, no syrupy emotion, no involvement -- just the overwhelming desire to slip her lips over the pulsing head of the straining penis that pointed so unwaveringly at her ... to lick the velvet bulb to a gleaming polish, then suck. ...
"Toni, tell him, baby. Tell Stevie what you're going to do!" she heard Wendy repeat softly.
She looked up into his eyes, walking slowly to him as she said, "I -- I want to eat you, Ste-vie! I want to take your penis -- your dick -- into my mouth, and -- and suck you off!" Wendy smiled triumphantly, panting with suppressed desire herself as she nudged Stevie into a chair, watching as he sat well forward on the edge, spreading his naked, heavy thighs wide apart as Toni dropped down between them. He groaned with impatience and let his legs fall open, straining his crotch up as he felt the length of this throbbing cock pressing and bouncing against the softness of her face.
Wendy sat on the arm of his chair, staring down in lustful attention as Toni pulled her face up from his lap. She saw the clear drops dribbling from the swollen head, and Wendy gasped as the young girl's head swooped down and her pink little tongue quickly licked the oozing liquid away. His cock jerked with lust at the feel of her tongue and Toni circled her hand around the thick shaft, holding it still as she licked eagerly at the throbbing head, laving and polishing the velvet plum until it gleamed wetly. The three of them groaned as she-lowered-her face, her soft lips ringing behind the ridge of the head, sucking strongly, her cheeks hollowing as she filled her mouth with hard inches of his delicious penis.
Stevie's body twitched at each plunging slurp of her mouth, his gleaming cock sliding wetly in and out of the clinging cavern of her drawing mouth. Wendy could see the muscles of his thighs cording, his belly heaving, straining at the exquisite sensations the young girl's sucking mouth was giving him. She suddenly realized that Stevie was about to come and it also dawned on her that Toni would never be able to hold the copious amount of his semen in her mouth without swallowing most of it. Quickly grabbing the container from the table, she knelt at Toni's side, whispering urgently to the frantically sucking girl, "He -- he's about to come, Toni. Take as much as you can in your mouth and spit it in this; then move so I can get the rest of it."
She ran her hands up to cup the swelling balls that bounced eagerly between Stevie's thighs, rolling and squeezing them gently as she watched Toni's face intently. When she saw the girl's jaws swell suddenly, her clasping lips clamping tightly around the throbbing shaft, she knew Toni had received the first gushing flow of his semen. Even as she heard Stevie's anguished groan as he arched his crotch up; she anxiously pushed Toni away, blindly handing her the empty container as she capped her own lips over the wildly spouting head, hungrily sucking stream after stream of his creamy come into her mouth. She fought the almost overpowering urge to swallow the creamy nectar, and in seconds her cheeks bulged with the thick syrup of his balls. Her mouth completely filled with his come, she leaned back and immediately felt the container being pressed into her hand. Quickly lowering her mouth to the top of the jar, she spit the warm, slippery cream out as she saw Toni's pouting lips curling once again over Stevies jumping penis, coaxing even more of his semen from his aching testicles with her gentle, plunging, drawing sucks. Wendy saw her mouth become stilled, her soft, gleaming lips ringed around his thick shaft as she nursed with long, pulling sucks, draining him dry. When she finally pulled away, Toni looked up at him, her eyes smoldering with both lust and tenderness as she rolled the creamy mouthful from her tongue and into the watching container.
So quickly had the two girls taken their turns at sucking his cock that Stevie knew he had wasted very little of his precious semen and he stared in disbelief at the amount of cream the girls had transferred from his balls to the jar. When he looked down at them, they smiled back at him, each one licking her lips as they removed the last traces of his sticky discharge.
It was Wendy who spoke first, her voice low with controlled passion as she said, "Ummmmmm, Stevie ... if all the men have as much as you just gave we certainly won't need very many!" She turned to Toni, smiling at the dazed young girl who sat back on her haunches, still staring at the rapidly deflating length of penis before her. "Well, Toni, how did you like your first extraction? From the way you sucked poor Stevie's dick, I'd guess you liked it pretty good!"
Stevie shuddered as Toni reached out and stroked his wet and gleaming cock tenderly, the thick, flaccid length slithering from her fingers as she said, "I -- I had no idea ... th-that was the first time. ..."
"You mean that was the first time you have ever gone down on a man?" Wendy cried softly.
Toni flushed and smiled shyly as she said, "Oh, I've, well ... kissed one or two -- you know! It's just that this is the first time I've ever gone all the way with it." She trembled. "Letting one shoot , off in my mouth!" Toni kept the lie going..
Stevie sat up and pulled her unresisting face back between his outspread legs, pressing her cool cheek against the length of his dangling cock as he said, "And how did you like it, Toni? The way you were sucking me off, it felt like you were pretty damn experienced at it. I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did!"
Wendy caught Toni's eye and grinned back at her as the young girl planted a clinging kiss on Stevie's penis, then said, "I -- I liked it just fine, Ste vie and I think I'm going to be getting a lot more experience in the near future." Her hand reached out to close over Wendy's, squeezing it gently as she said, "I think there are many things I haven't tried that I'm going to like very much!"
CHAPTER NINE
It was hours later when the exhausted Ste-vie finally made his departure from the two lust-driven girls. After his initial deposit of se-men into Wendy's container, they promptly put aside all thoughts of business and concentrated on putting out the fire that raged between their soft thighs. It didn't take Wendy long to coax another erection from Stevie, and she quickly buried the thick, stretching length of his cock into the humid well of her cunt, gasping and moaning her pleasure as he fucked her. After their completion, Toni quickly took over and soon had the sweating boy writhing under her as she perched, fully impaled on his gleaming penis, riding up and down the hard bar of meat, filling herself with its fullness as the throbbing cock wrung one climax after another from her tight, spasming cunt. Toni was no longer a virgin!
Hearing the door close after Stevie, Wendy turned and smiled warmly at the still naked young girl standing next to her. "Well, baby, if I had any doubts about how much you care for a hard cock, I don't any more!"
Toni stretched sensuously, her full breasts swelling tautly, the rosy nipples standing out in stark contrast against the milky-white globes. "Ummm, it was so good. Honestly, Wendy ... it's never been like that before for me." She flushed prettily, "I don't know what it was, but when I went down on him ... got his sweet prick in my mouth while I knew you were watching me ... I guess I just went a little ape. God, but it was wild -- and when he started shooting off! She shuddered, remembering.
Wendy laughed softly, slipping her arm around the girl's smooth waist, saying, "I know what you mean. He gave us both a pretty good mouthful, didn't he?" She trembled slightly when she felt her thrusting breast brush against Toni's -- naked flesh against naked flesh -- the erotic contact re-minding Wendy anew of her previous disturbing thoughts regarding Wendy. She knew Toni could feel the trembling of her hand as it rested lightly on the upper swell of her hip, and the intimate silence in the dimly lit room grew as the two naked girls stood quietly together. When the pressure of Wendy's hand tightened almost imperceptibly, she turned willingly toward her, hissing her pleasure as her aroused nipples brushed against Wendy's, her lips parting as Wendy kissed her.
Wendy moaned into the girl's open mouth as she felt the velvet smoothness of Toni's soft lips giving under hers, parting as the tip of her pink tongue slipped out to explore the cloying sweetness before it. Their tortured groans broke the stillness of the room as two warm and naked bodies pressed sensuously together, full breasts flattening almost nipple to nipple as soft thighs eased apart to allow sleek flesh to press gently into the furry triangle between.
Wendy stepped back, her eyes smoldering as she whispered, "Toni ... you know what was going to happen, didn't you? You knew I wanted to do that..'
"Oh, Wendy, Wendy -- I wasn't sure. I couldn't be sure how you felt ... or how I felt. I only knew I'm glad it happened. I'm glad you wanted me." She closed her eyes as Wendy gently kissed her passion-filled lips once again.
Wendy knew what she wanted to do, shuddering as she admitted to herself that she actually did want to go down on another girl, to put her lips to the warm, humid slit between Toni's glorious thighs, but her natural aggressiveness made her want to bend Toni to her will first. She had to be sure that Toni under-stood what her part in the strange relationship was going to be. Even in her lust for the beautiful young blonde, Wendy was determined to remain the boss.
Toni looked into Wendy's eyes questioningly as she felt the firm pressure of her employer's hand pressing her downward, and Wendy smiled warmly at her as she answered the unspoken question.
"That's right, Toni," she whispered softly. "I want you to go down on me ... I want to feel your lips on my breasts, your sweet little tongue moving over my skin, your mouth be-between my legs ..." She trembled squeezing her eyes shut as she gasped, "Ohhh, God, Toni -- hurry, please. Eat me ... suck me so I can do it to you!"
Toni moaned softly as she understood what was expected of her, and the reason for it. Every nerve inflamed with lust, Toni willingly dropped her head, and for the first time in her young life, her lips traced over the velvet texture of a full and throbbing breast. Panting with desire she slipped her tongue out to lave and lick at the smooth resilient globe; then, sobbing with impatience, she closed her lips over Wendy's rosy nipple, sucking the stiff little bud until Wendy writhed with pleasure.
She needed no urging, after licking and sucking each pulsing breast, to slowly kiss down the trembling torso, her tongue leaving a wet trail over Wendy's warm satin skin. She dropped to her knees before her lovely boss, her hands reaching back to cup and fondle the full, bouncy globes of Wendy's twitching buttocks as she speared her tongue into the incredibly soft well of her navel, licking firmly over the tender flesh of her heaving stomach.
Toni was in a haze of lust as she mouthed into the silken forest of Wendy's pubic hair. She could feel the violent trembling of Wendy's thighs as she suddenly leaned back against her desk, her legs splaying wide apart, and Toni moved her face up into the warmth between.
Wendy stared down, aroused to a fever pitch as she- save Toni's head move forward. She bit down hard on her full lower lip to stifle the scream of pleasure as she felt the softness of Toni's open mouth press hungrily into the slick sheath. She shook with a spasm of pleasure as Toni tongue-fucked her, her face rooting into the wet, slippery cuntlips. She hissed with ecstasy as she felt Toni's tongue slip from the clinging tunnel of her pussy and move quickly up to lash lovingly at the hotly aroused bud of her clitoris. Her en-tire body twitching as she stared down at the golden head between her widely spread thighs, she mewled as she felt her clit being drawn into the sucking, tugging lips. Gasping and straining, she felt Toni's greedy mouth carrying her higher and higher, the lashing tongue and gently sucking mouth devouring her entire succulent crotch as the beautiful young girl lustfully sucked her to a blinding climax, making her sob brokenly with its intensity. She gripped the edge of the desk in desperation, feeling as if her entire body were draining out of her cunt, being drawn from her by the soft, pulling lips that were glued, open-mouthed between her trembling thighs, drinking greedily from her honeyed cleft. She grabbed her own painfully swollen breasts and squeezed them in lustful agony as Toni sucked her to climax after climax, the soft slurping noises inflaming her even more as Toni hungrily swallowed the delicious juices that flowed so warmly from Wendy's spasming cunt.
Unable to stand more, she pushed weakly at Toni's head, groaning as she felt Toni's lips reluctantly parting from her sensitive slit. Her face gleaming wetly, Toni fell back on the soft carpet, squirming with desire as she stretched nakedly before Wendy. She spread her thighs in blatant invitation, her hand shyly cupping between them as she fingered her pouting slit frantically, hunching her sweetly rounded hips as if in offering to Wendy.
With a cry of surrender, Wendy quickly dropped to her knees between Toni's spread legs. Her hands shaking uncontrollably, she grasped the soft, delicate flesh of Toni's inner thighs, pushing them even wider apart; then with no further warning she swooped down, her hungry mouth fastening tightly to the tangy, dainty lips of Toni's golden cunt. She breathed deeply of the twisting girl's pungent odor, loving the heady, sweet smell of femaleness. She rooted closer, shivering with anticipation as she slipped her tongue out slowly, tasting for the first time the delicious nectar of a juicy pussy.
At the first feel of Wendy's tongue moving into her, Toni moaned hotly, whipping her legs over Wendy's shoulders as she ground her crotch into the all-engulfing mouth between them. As the young girl's soft thighs pressed warmly against her face, Wendy lapped deep inside the welcoming sheath, loving the taste and feel of the slick, clinging flesh opening to her questing tongue. In a frenzy of lust, she sucked the frantic, mewling girl to a bursting climax, drinking her sweet juices deliriously.
CHAPTER TEN
The night had been a long one for both girls. Not only had they taken the full measure of Stevie until the exhausted boy was completely drained, they had continued their erotic play with each other well into the night. They were both almost overcome with the intensity of their response to each other, and after leaving the office for Wendy's apartment, both girls were anxious to repeat the erotic loveplay, endlessly experimenting until both were limp and satiated from exquisite pleasures neither dreamed were possible. Toni needed no urging to accept Wendy's invitation to spend the night, and they fell asleep in complete exhaustion, still naked and pressed warmly together.
Wendy woke up slowly, gradually recalling what had happened the night before. Her eyes flew open as her hand brushed against the soft, warm swell of Toni's thigh, confirming the fact that the wild and disturbing recollections were not just a dream. Her lovely young secretary was indeed in bed with her, still naked and a vision of golden beauty as she continued to sleep peacefully.
Trembling, her mind in a turmoil, she slipped gently from the warmth of her bed, praying her movements would not wake Toni. She needed time to think about everything that had happened, the events that had led her to the uncontrolled lust she had felt for the girl the night before. She breathed a sigh of relief when Toni did not awaken, and wearily sat down at her vanity.
She waited, then searched desperately for the pangs of conscience that she felt should be torturing her for the perverse pleasures she had felt at the hands of another girl, but there were none.
Grinning with their secret, the two walked from the apartment and were on- their way. When the doorman called her car up, Wendy motioned to Toni to drive, wanting time to collect her thoughts.
Toni was still a little taken aback by what was expected of her. The thought of going up to a strange man or boy and somehow getting his semen both frightened and excited her. Try as she might, she couldn't picture herself doing it, but she was determined to do anything necessary to protect her new affluence. Not only had she become totally addicted to the pleasures of her fabulous income, she had become equally addicted to her beautiful and generous employer. She smiled grimly to herself, more determined than ever to safeguard her position with Wendy at all costs!
When they arrived at the center, neither of them wasted any time, and grinning at each other at what each knew be awaiting them, they hurried inside. Stevie met them at the door of his office, his own smile matching theirs as he led them inside and closed the door.
"You look like the cat that ate the canary," Wendy laughed. "How have things been going?"
"Boss, you wouldn't believe it!" Stevie grinned. "I've had a busy morning." He pointed to a wide rack, partially filled with sealed vials, all containing various amounts of milky liquid.
Wendy gasped as she picked up the rack and examined the vials. "So much! But -- but how did you get so much so . soon?"
Stevie laughed delightedly, happy that she was so pleased with him. "One of the kids in the Village brought his whole gang with him. They were a little hacked when they found out there weren't any girls here, but when I offered them three bucks apiece to jerk-off they went right at it. I did tell them we'd have girls here the next time they came by," he added.
Not able to take her eyes from the vials, Wendy muttered softly, "And girls you will have, Stevie." Already adding up the profit, Wendy then cried out loud, "Even if Toni and I have to jerk-off every boy in the Village!"
Stevie leaned back against the table, grinning as he lighted a cigarette, then said, "Well ... if you mean that, I have six guys waiting for me to bring them the vials! They came in right before you got here."
Wendy laughed as Toni smiled apprehensively at her, then at Stevie as she said wonderingly, "But Stevie, what do you tell them? Don't they even ask questions about what you're doing ... or why you want their se-men?"
He shrugged, saying, "I just tell them that we're collecting spunk for a secret science project for the government, and that as long as the word doesn't get out about what we're doing, they can come by. and pick up a few bucks any time they get a hard-on!"
"And they believe that?" Wendy gasped laughingly.
"Hell, I don't know!" Stevie joined in. "I don't really think they give a damn as long as they get their rocks off and get paid for doing it. They're not apt to blow the whistle on a good thing ... and speaking of blowing a whistle, what about those guys I've got waiting in the extraction room?"
Wendy grinned and started taking her clothes off, motioning for Toni to do the same as she said, "Okay, Toni -- it looks like we go to work! Stevie, hand us two of those smocks we ordered."
Kneeling together, the two girls looked up expectantly at two remaining unserviced men. Without a word, both of them advanced on the girls and quickly stuffed their hard cocks into the waiting mouths before them. As if trying to outdo each other, the two girls sucked, trying to devour the gleaming lengths of cocks that stretched their mouths. Tongues, lips and hands worked sensuously between each man's trembling thighs -- licking -- sucking -- tonguing -- draw -- teasing, until both men, almost simultaneously, groaned tightly with their completions. Hips arched out, they began to come violently, filling the tender young mouths with their flowing semen, twitching with lust as eager lips and tongues coaxed still more, urging one more spurt, then still another throbbing stream of come until drained testicles could deliver no more. Gently releasing the diminishing tubes of cock, both girls reached for the vials and let the white, thick nectar drool from their lips into the waiting containers.
The sight aroused the others, who had already made one contribution, and the girls found themselves surrounded by half-naked men, their cocks once again erect and ready. Wendy and Toni exchanged smiles as each reached for fresh vials and fresh cocks, holding the vials in readiness as they went down on new meat, sucking the jerking stems greedily, their slick tongues lashing turgid cockheads before plunging them down eager throats.
When the last fleshy penis hung limp and spent, dangling uselessly between each panting, exhausted, man's thighs, the two girls leaned back, licking tiredly at the sticky remains of semen as they surveyed the results of their efforts. Twenty vials filled the rack, all containing a worthy amount of semen, and with jaws aching, they watched as the men filed tiredly from the room. Some of the younger men had managed three and even four pops, and although the last climax didn't deliver any huge amount of semen, Wendy saw that it was enough to use.
When they got back to the office where they rejoined Stevie, Wendy was amazed to see that the day was half-gone.
"My God!" he cried, examining the rack. "You two got as much from six guys as twenty boys got by jacking-off themselves!"
Wendy laughed with Toni as she answered, "Well, that ought to show us the need forgetting girls as quickly as we can."
"I figure the girls we get will be willing to work for fifty bucks a day easy, and with the results you and Toni got, you aren't going to be spending half what we originally thought!"
Wendy nodded. "That's right, Stevie." As she looked at the long line of vials, she knew she was a rich woman.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next few days were hectic for Wendy and her staff. To make room for her new pro-duct, old inventories had to be disposed of, a feat quickly accomplished by marking the prices down drastically to her old customers. The retailers knew of the excellent quality of her regular cosmetics and they were quick to stock up at the reduced prices.
Wendy knew there would be howls of protest when she came out with her Fountain of Youth, as the stores would already be over-stocked with her old merchandise, but she also knew that once they found out about the miraculous qualities of her new cream, they would be beating a path to her door.
With Toni's help, she carefully supervised the preparation of the first production, personally adding the catalyst of semen. Through exhaustive experiments, she carefully deter-mined the exact percentage of semen that had to be used to make her cream effective. She was just as careful in making sure that she added only to make the results of the cream last one day only. She wanted to be sure that every woman would have to use it daily. She knew that any woman, on seeing the results would be forever addicted to its use, and at fifty dollars a jar, she would be wealthy beyond her dreams.
The Extraction Center kept a steady sup-ply of semen-filled vials coming to her, and although she knew the present supply wouldn't be nearly enough once they really started selling, it was sufficient for the time being. Knowing what her eventual needs would be, she had already located another lab and production plant much larger than her own. She knew it would be available when she needed it and she could already visualize the endless jars of Fountain of Youth pouring from her assembly line.
Both Stevie and Toni had turned out to be loyal and invaluable assistants and Wendy re-warded them well. Stevie had a staff of fifteen girls working at the Extraction Center, girls recruited from all walks -of life. Some were prostitutes, others merely housewives anxious to bring home fifty dollars a day. Each girl was carefully made aware of the fact that she would be discharged immediately should she discuss her erotic occupation with anyone. The fabulous salary welded a bond of loyalty and Stevie carefully made his selections of girls he knew could be trusted, and girls who were beautiful enough to raise a hard-on for any man coming in to make his "donation." Once the Center was in full operation, men and boys quickly became steady contributors. When they found that they could walk in at any time and earn three dollars by jerking-off, one dollar by letting a lovely young girl jack them off, or merely get a free blow job, many returned two and three times a day. To Wendy's relief, she found that most men, even if they collected the first three dollars, were anxious to give their next climax free for the thrill of having the girls suck them off.
It never tailed to arouse Wendy to walk into one of the extraction rooms and see three or, four girls on their knees, lovely heads bobbing sensuously back and forth over their customers' stretching cocks. She liked to stand quietly, watching and listening to the soft, wet, slurping sound of the girls as they sucked load after load from the straining men. Seldom was she able to control her lust, and she found herself taking her place beside her young employees, wrapping her eager lips around the swollen head of some man's throbbing penis -- licking -- tonguing -- sucking hungrily at the gleaming length of hard flesh, gratefully receiving the gushing flow of warm semen into her mouth. She didn't fool herself into thinking that she was doing it only to provide semen for her cosmetic. She knew quite well that she was becoming addicted to the perverted pleasure of sucking cocks, a condition that Stevie found much to his liking.
He quickly learned of Wendy's desire to nurse from his penis, and in spite of the fact that he knew he had only to call in any of the lovely girls who worked for him, he much preferred to see his beautiful employer kneeling between his thighs, her lovely mouth tightly devouring the thick length of his meat, sucking and swallowing the thick cream as it spewed forth, mewling her obvious pleasure as she sucked his swaying balls dry.
Wendy found her sexual appetite growing with each passing day a condition she knew was attributed to the erotic environment of her business. At first she would allow only Stevie to fuck her, wanting to remain aloof from others she came in contact with, denying them this last privilege. With Stevie's young strength and vitality, he filled her tight and adoring cunt any time he could, delighting at the manner he could make his lovely boss squirm, and groaning as he stuffed his huge penis into her yearning depths, skewering her, impaling her on the hard length, making her wild with lust as he fucked, pounding her with his long, filling thrusts, wringing climax after climax from her.
Nor was Toni overlooked in Wendy's almost insatiable desires. Wendy had only to raise her dress and nod and Toni would lock their door and immediately kneel between her employer's lovely thighs, willingly, greedily pressing her mouth to Wendy's humid, fragrant slit, hungrily sucking the succulent flesh until she had Wendy writhing with one blasting climax after another. Once the young girl had sucked her to satisfied bliss, Wendy would always seat the panting girl in her chair, then grovel between her golden thighs, returning the erotic favor, sucking the girl's cunt until she was 'sobbing with pleasure and lust.
As they moved closer and closer to the time for marketing Fountain of Youth, she found less and less time for such pleasures, but took solace in knowing what awaited all of them when the money started coming in. And at last they were ready.
As she looked at the rows of cases, ready for shipment, Wendy laughed happily, hugging herself in anticipation of the riches that would soon be hers. She had called in the owner of the nationwide distributor of cosmetics and various drug sundries, along with four of her best customers of her old products. She had chosen the four carefully, knowing they represented a vast and widely separated retail outlet for her Fountain of Youth. She meant to start with them, build up the demand and reputation of her product, then force the distributor to handle her product for less than half his normal profit. As she waited for their arrival, Wendy mentally added for the one-hundredth time the profit the neat row of cases represented.
Sixty cases ... fifty jars to the case ... ummm, almost fifty dollars a jar gross profit! She giggled to herself, any way you figure it, girl, it comes out around one hundred thou-sand dollars -- clear, beautiful profit!
Suddenly her giddy thoughts were interrupted as she heard the door to the plant open and Toni say, "Wendy ... they're here."
"Wonderful! Has everyone else gone, Toni?"
"Yes. I told them to wait in the reception room while I found you." Toni laughed. "They sure were surprised to see one another. I think they all thought they would be the only ones here."
"I meant for them to think that," Wendy laughed. "Now at least they know whatever it is I wanted with them, they have competition."
"When I left them, they were all asking Mister Smith, the distributor, if he had any idea why you had asked them all over," Toni said, holding the door for Wendy as they walked into her office.
"They'll know soon enough, Toni. Ask Mister Smith to come in first and tell the others we will be with them shortly. Make up anything to keep them happy, baby, and I'll buzz you in a few minutes."
In a matter of seconds the smiling Toni ushered Mr. Smith into Wendy's office and closed the door quietly after him.
"Well, Wendy," he laughed, "It's been a long time." Taking a closer look at her, he ex-claimed, "It is Wendy, isn't it? My God, you look so different ... so young ..." he trailed off.
"It's all right, Ed," she laughed. "You can say it. I look younger, right? Years younger, as a matter of fact. Here, come take a closer look."
The shocked man leaned closer, staring intently at the smiling, radiant face that beamed back at him. "You always were a lovely woman, Wendy ... but now you look like a teenager! What have you done to your-self? Don't tell me you had a face-lift!"
"No," she laughed, exhilarated by his reaction, "nothing so drastic as that. I've just been using my own product, Ed. A new product that is going to be the hottest thing ever to hit the cosmetic industry!"
"So that's what this is all about," he laughed. "Well, I must say, if your product can work this kind of miracle on other women, you've really got something. Is it safe for me to assume that you want me to handle the distributing of this new wonder cream, or whatever it is?"
"Hear me out first, Ed. After I tell you a few things, you might not want to handle my account," she laughed.
"Nonsense! I you're any example of how this product works, it'll sell like crazy."
"Exactly!" Wendy cried, deadly serious. "It does work and it will put every other cream or cosmetic out of business! I called you because it was you that helped me when I went into business, even though I decided not to go nationwide at that time. Now I have something that women will do anything to possess, and I mean to work it for all it's worth! If you want to handle this for me, it'll be forty percent of your regular cut."
The outraged man jumped to his feet, protesting loudly, and Wendy smiled sweetly at him, letting him rave and rant about the impossibility of such a cut, listening patiently as he reminded her of how much he could do for her product. Finally she stopped him by raising her hand, laughing.
"You just hear me out, Ed ... then if you don't want my account, there's no harm done." Wendy walked around her desk, nervously pacing as she outlined her plan to him, a plan that called for free demonstrations of her Fountain of Youth at each of her customer's major stores -- free jars that would be provided to the most affluent women in the different districts covered by the selected retailers. She explained how her product would eliminate any wrinkle or blemish, give the user the complexion of a teenager, but would have to be repeated daily, without fail if the customer wanted to retain her newly found beauty. As she talked on, Wendy could see that the man was hooked, that he knew everything she was saying was completely true. When she stopped talking at last, he nodded, holding up his hands as he smiled up at her.
"All right, Wendy, all right -- I'm convinced. I'll take it on, provided this `Fountain of Youth' does everything you say it does. I assume you are taking steps to see that you will be able to take care of the demand once it takes off. I don't want to set things in motion and then find out we can't deliver!"
Happily assuring him that she hadn't over-looked anything, she buzzed for Toni, saying to Ed, "I'm going to tell them the same thing I told you. I'll give each of them a trial case that they are to hand out to their best customers. I need you to speak up for me, to as-sure them that your company will handle all distributions after we get started."
Smiling as he nodded his agreement, Wendy turned as Toni ushered the four retailers into her office, saying brightly, "Gentlemen ... we have a proposition for you!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
The promotion took off like wildfire. After agreeing to split the costs of advertising, furnishing the selected stores with new racks, posters, brochures that reported the wondrous qualities of Fountain of Youth, both Wendy and Ed Smith sat back nervously to await the results of their efforts. As Wendy had predicted, it was' the free trials to the customers that started the landslide of orders.
The owners of the retail stores were totally amazed at the reaction of the women who had tried the new product. They called Wendy, begging for shipments, then promptly exploded when she told them what she was going to charge them for Fountain of Youth, Almost doubling the price she had led them to believe she was going to charge. It wasn't until their customers, desperate as they saw their free trial jars running dangerously low, demanded, insisted, that they be furnished a fresh supply at any cost, did they finally realize the value of her product.
Smith was ready to handle the deluge of orders and he and Wendy laughed excitedly as they watched case after case being loaded for shipment. On the strength of her orders, she put her small plant immediately on three shifts, running around the clock to turn out enough to meet the ever-growing demands. Wendy was ecstatic and Stevie was frantic!
"Shit, Wendy -- there ain't that much come in the world!" he cried when Wendy told him how much she would need to meet her requirements.
"Now, Stevie," she laughed, "I know you can figure out a way to get it for me. After all, you have tripled the amount we first started out with."
"That's just it! I've got the guys in Greenwich Village jacking-off three and four times a day to collect the three dollars a load. The other half comes in at least once a day for a free blowjob! Hell, we've got guys that are making physical wrecks out of themselves! They've been coming in so often they look like nervous ghosts!"
"Then spread your operation out, Stevie," Wendy laughed. "Let more girls know that if they bring in their boy friends' semen, they'll collect for it. Tell the housewives you've got working for you to pass the word among their friends to save their husbands' juice -- hell, anybody's!" She giggled.
"Wendy ... I've got thirty girls working at the Center now," he cried softly. "All of these girls suck so many cocks a day that when they're ready to go home their jaws are so sore they can't even bite a piece of bread. One girl got so tired jacking guys off, she couldn't even open her hands!"
"Well, at fifty dollars a day, they have to expect a little on-the-job difficulty. How about you, Stevie?" Wendy purred. "Have you been making your contributions at the Center?"
He recognized ,the gleam in Wendy's eyes immediately his hand automatically dropping to rub suggestively over the long, dormant bulge outlined against his thigh. He smiled back at her, saying. "Shit, boss-lady, I've been so damn busy trying to keep, everybody else coming, I haven't had time to get myself properly taken care of." He walked over to where she sat reaching out to trace his finger over her soft lips. "In fact, I don't think I've made a contribution since the last time you and I had a little fun." Groaning as if in pain, he whispered, "I'll bet I've got enough cream backed up to fill a whole rack of vials!"
His calculated words did their work well and he saw Wendy's eyes drawn to his crotch as she licked her lips apprehensively, as if imagining the copious amount of creamy nectar he had stored in his heavy balls, just waiting for her lips and tongue. He saw her shudder slightly as she reached out to trace her fingers lightly over the swelling bulge.
"Ohh, Stevie," she whispered, "I don't want you to neglect yourself. I don't think it's good for a young man to go so long without relieving himself, do you?"
He grinned down at her as her fingers gently lowered his zipper, pulling his fly open as he answered softly, "I don't mind, boss ... not as long as I'm saving it for you!"
It was his turn to shudder as he felt her cool fingers slipping into his opened trousers, brushing over his flat belly, then moving down through the tangle of hair until they circled the thick base of his aroused cock. It was so hard she couldn't pull it free of his under-shorts, and he gasped with pleasure as she slid her hand down the stretched length of his penis, squeezing the expanded bulb lovingly as she whispered, "Quick, Stevie ... take your clothes off -- all of them!"
"Are you- sure you want me to strip down, baby?" he asked softly. "Remember, we're in your office and the place is full of people out there."
"I don't care," she cried. "I want to see you. I want you naked -- right now!"
Without another word, Stevie stepped back and quickly began removing his clothes, strip-ping them away as he stood facing his panting boss. When he finally hooked his thumbs in his undershorts, he watched her face carefully as he pulled them down. His penis jumped straight out, jerking with lust as it bobbed invitingly in front of her face, her eyes drawn to the large, clear drop of seminal fluid that balanced precariously at the tip. When she reached out and cupped her hand under his balls, lifting and fondling their heavy weight in her hand, she saw still more fluid seeping from the mottled tip, the oozing flow clinging to the full plum as 'she leaned forward. Grasping his straining shaft in her other hand, she curled her pink tongue around the smooth, pulsing head, licking the slippery drops away as they formed, making his penis throb dangerously as she lovingly polished the head to a gleaming, rosy hue.
Wendy sat back, licking her lips as she savored the sticky, tangy essence of his balls, the taste exciting her wildly, just as it always did. "Do you like for me to do that to it, Stevie?" she whispered, knowing full well he did not perversely wanting to hear him say it.
"Baby," he answered hoarsely, "there is nothing in the world that feels as good as your tongue and lips moving on my cock! Nobody can lick and suck a dick the way you do!"
Wendy slipped her hand between his slightly spread legs, pleased at his remark, as she cupped under his hairy thighs. His swaying balls rested heavily on her wrist as she slipped her fingers between the lean cheeks of his buttocks, making him gasp as she rubbed her fingertip over his anus. It gave her a heady feeling of power to have him so totally under her command to force him to stand naked before her in her office while she remained dressed, in full charge of his fate.
"Please, Wendy," he begged, "I -- I feel like my cock is going to bust."
Wendy laughed softly, leaning forward and licking down the entire quivering length. She nuzzled the hair-shrouded base, nipping at the thick root gently with her teeth before licking back up to the crested head. "Do you really need to come that badly, Stevie?" she teased. "I'll bet you just love to see that stuff shooting into my mouth ... gushing out over my tongue as I try to get it all down."
Her voice was stilled as she capped her lips over the head, nursing gently at the throbbing, velvet-cased head while her tiny hand tried to circle the shaft, skinning it back and forth as she jacked him off. When she felt his hips lurching, trying to feed more of it into her mouth, she slipped her lips down to en-compass the entire head behind its soft, clinging ring. He moaned softly as she slurpingly sucked more of it. down her throat, her hand continuing the steady pumping, moving the slick skin smoothly up and down the iron-hard bar of flesh it contained.
She trembled as she felt the large vein that ran the length of his penis thicken and swell until it was the size of her finger, filling, she knew, with the deluge of come she was about to receive in her mouth. Mewling with impatience, she bobbed her head swiftly, driving as much of his straining dick down her throat as she could take -- sucking -- mouthing -- slurping frantically as he pumped his cock desperately into her mouth.
"Wendy," he gasped, "I -- I'm gonna come, baby ... I'm gonna -- umm -- God, I'm gonna ... fill your mouth with -- uh -- uh -- come, baby -- sucks -- suck -- that's it -- Ohhhh God -- here it comes -- get it -- suck it ... Arghhh -- suck, baby!" She held tight to his muscular flanks, holding him in to her as she felt his first driving gush of come spurting down her throat. A long, moaning sigh escaped her as she trembled with lust, gulping as she felt each spurt erupting more semen from his spouting cock, spewing over her tongue. Faster and faster she swallowed, and after each swallow, she sucked frantically to coax and help the next throbbing gush from his straining meat, emptying his tortured balls.
Stevie eased back gently from her drawing lips, his spent penis slithering wet and dripping from her mouth, her tongue curling and laving around the withdrawing head until it plopped from the curled-back circle of her pouting lips. Panting and perspiring, he stepped back and looked down at her, watching as she licked away the remaining traces of his cream from her mouth, her hands still reaching out to caress the hard slabs of his naked, twitching thighs. She gazed longingly at the now-deflating tube of his cock.
"Ummm, Stevie, you did have a-lot, didn't you?" She smiled tenderly up at him. "Do you think you can raise a little more for me?"
"Just a little time, boss-lady," he laughed softly. "Just a little time. God, but you suck good! I don't think I have ever come so much atone time!"
"You're sweet, Stevie. No, don't bother getting back into your clothes. I may want some more before you leave," she admonished softly as he reached for his trousers. Sitting back fully dressed at her desk, she looked over the naked young man appreciatively, her eyes lingering once again at the length of his flaccid penis, dangling long and loose over the swaying- orbs of his heavy testicles, his muscular chest still heaving from the exertion of-delivering his throbbing load down her throat.
He grinned at her. "Boss, I'd like to stay here and run around naked all day, but remember, I left Toni at the Extraction Center in my place."
Wendy pouted prettily, then said, "It's getting so we don't have time for anything any more. But you are right, of course -- you should get back." She smiled as she nodded for him to get back into his clothes, saying, "But, I still think I may want you again ... or are you getting bored with me?"
"Never happen; "Wendy!" His hand slipped down to stroke at his still-flaccid cock, skinning it back and forth until it began to fill once again as she watched appreciatively.
"Lord, I do believe you could go again right now, couldn't you?" she whispered in awe. "Now quit tempting me and get dressed. I'd like for you to call me after you close up tonight. Maybe you, Toni and I could get together at my apartment."
"Sounds great! I'll call you as soon as we get things closed. Maybe you'll still be here when I bring the vials over."
"I might at that. How many do you think you'll have by the end of the day?"
"I'd guess well over a hundred." Stevie laughed. "The girls were really getting them filled when I left and with Toni in there to help out, it sure won't hurt us any!"
"Tell Toni to stay and help out if she's needed. I'll see you both later here, or you call me at the apartment, Stevie."
"Will do, Wendy! And I will try to get more juice coming in, just like you said. I've got a buddy who works at the Navy yard and it shouldn't be any trouble for him to pass the word around to the sailors. Hell, they always need money, and they stay horny. I don't know why I didn't think of that before!"
Wendy laughed. "Now you're talking, Ste-veil With a few thousand young sailors contributing regularly, we just might get enough to see us through!"
"Let's hope so. Say, business must be pretty good, boss!" He grinned back at her.
"Let's just say it's progressing nicely, Stevie," Wendy replied, smiling as he walked out. She had no intention of letting even Stevie or Toni know just how fabulously successful Fountain of Youth really was. She crossed her fingers as she leaned back in her chair, and opened her private ledger to gloat over the figures, hoping that nothing would happen to burst her little bubble -- not for a few More months, anyway. She looked down at the trial balance, at the unbelievable figure that represented the results of their first two months of operation. Three hundred thousand dollars -- net profit!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The miracle of Wendy's discovery spread rapidly throughout the cosmetic industry. Hardly a day passed that one or more of her competitors didn't call, making fabulous offers for her product and her business, but Wendy steadfastly refused even to put a price on Fountain of Youth. Each time she would laugh happily to herself, wondering what her competitors would think if they knew what really made her discovery work. She could visualize Extraction Centers springing up all over the country, birth rates dropping as poor people learned they could collect three dollars per vial for semen.
Her new, more modern plant was turning out the cream at a fantastic rate. Even at fifty dollars a jar, women were buying and once having tried it, steadfastly refused to give it up. The need for semen grew critical and Wendy moved her Extraction Center into larger quarters, a three-story building close to the Navy yard, and now employed some sixty girls. The girls were given bonuses if they brought filled vials with them as they reported for work. Without exception, each girl came in with at least one vial and sometimes as many as five and six. Wendy giggled to herself, realizing that she had probably caused the biggest rise in blowjobs and handjobs in the history of New York! And the girls were getting paid for doing what they liked to do for nothing.
Once word spread as to what was going on in the Center, Wendy had to pay off certain officials, but the cost was well worth it. The more the word got around, the more men showed up, and virtually everyone became a steady contributor. Once they found out they could merely walk into a well-furnished private building and be met by beautiful young girls willing and anxious to suck their cocks or jack them off, they made their visits as regularly as going to lunch.
Everyone connected with Fountain of Youth was getting rich. The original store owners contacted by Wendy were doing a land-office business and others were waiting in line, begging to be included on Smith's distributing routes. Wendy gloated happily as she watching her bank account steadily rising. Jealously guarding her new wealth, she opened a numbered account in Switzerland and directed most of her fabulous income to that account. She couldn't forsee any threat to her company or product, but was deter-mined that regardless of what happened, she would be wealthy for the rest of her life.
She had raised Toni and Stevie to seven hundred-fifty a week and they both looked on Wendy as if she were a god, both of them fiercely loyal to her every wish and command, and dedicated workers. Wendy looked up as Toni knocked softly, then walked into her plush office.
"Wendy, two women are in the reception room," she whispered, obviously awed. "They're from Young Madame in Paris and they say they have to see you!"
Even Wendy was impressed, knowing that Young Madame was one of the oldest, wealthiest, most respected cosmetic firms in the world. She took their card from Toni's trembling fingers and read the names of the two women who waited outside. Both of the women were American directors of the company and Wendy laughed nervously as she directed Toni to send them in.
In short order, the door opened and two beautiful and well-groomed women walked in, poised and self-assured. Wendy appraised them quickly, noting that they both seemed to be her age, flawlessly dressed and quite lovely.
"Miss Moore?" one of them asked, smiling brightly, "I am Adele Morgan and this is Gwen Griffith." She nodded at her card still in Wendy's hand. "And like it says, we're from Young Madame. Thank you for seeing us."
Wendy instantly liked them both, recognizing how much they were like herself: beautiful, confident and fiercely ambitious. She welcomed them, motioning them to comfortable chairs as she took her own and sat back, waiting.
Adele Morgan seemed to be the spokesman of the pair and she smiled warmly at Wendy as she spoke. "Miss Moore, I believe in getting right to the point ... and the point is, your fabulous Fountain of Youth cream is nothing short of miraculous, and, second, you are about to put us out of business on our entire line of lotions and creams!" She laughed softly, "But I'm sure this is no surprise to you."
Wendy smiled and nodded, not saying a word as she waited for her to continue. "We've sent out feelers, trying to determine if something could be worked out between us, but frankly, our people haven't been able to uncover much about you, or your intentions."
"My intentions," Wendy smiled, "are quite simple, Miss Morgan. I intend to continue making Fountain of Youth, expanding my company as necessary. I'm sure you've found out that we're negotiating for distribution rights in your European market."
The woman grinned and glanced quickly at her smiling companion as she said to Wendy, "Please, can we be informal? Call me Adele ... and I believe your name is ..."
"Wendy," she smiled, answering, "and I hope this will not be a formal talk."
"Yes and no," Adele laughed. "To get to the point again, we want to buy you out, Wendy!"
It was out and all three women seemed to sit back, more relaxed now that everything was out in the open. Wendy shook her head slowly, saying "I'm flattered, but Fountain of Youth is not for sale."
Now it was Gwen who spoke, saying, "For-give me, Wendy, it is an old cliche, but every-thing is for sale at a price."
"I would be foolish to argue with that, wouldn't I?" Wendy laughed, "but there are a few things about Fountain of Youth I don't think you're aware of, things that could make the price very high."
"Naturally, it is your formula for Fountain of Youth and all rights and patents that we are interested in, not your physical company or organization. Of course, we would agree to retain certain personnel, your key people, if you desire, as part of our deal."
"Whoa," Wendy cried, laughing. "You sound as if we're about to reach an agreement on something we really haven't even discussed!"
"I'm sorry," Adele laughed. "I do get ahead of myself, but I'm not one to be coy, nor can I pretend that we aren't anxious to reach an agreement with you. I'll be even more honest with you, Wendy. Our chemists and research people have been breaking their backs to break down your, formula. It's only a matter of time until we find out just why and how your cream works. Oh, we know if we infringe on your patents, we'll have a court case on our hands, but Young Madame isn't a poor company and we can afford to fight a long time."
The gloves were off and Wendy sat back and smiled at the two women as she thought about the thinly veiled threat. She knew Adele and Gwen were right and she also knew she didn't want to squander time and money fighting a company the size and scope of Young Madame.
Wendy laughed, surprising the two women, then said, "You may be a little surprised when you succeed in breaking down the ingredients of my formula, but that is no matter. Adele I think you put what you had to say very well."
"And do we have a basis for further discussion?"
Wendy smiled back. "I said I would be foolish if I didn't at least hear you out, didn't I? Well ... I'm listening."
Adele smiled guardedly, exclaiming, "Good! First, let me say the offer we will make will be the only one. We've been instructed to make our best offer first and I'm sure you would appreciate not having to haggle with us."
"You're quite right," Wendy replied. Wendy felt tremors of excitement sweep over her as she suddenly realized to what lengths Young Madame meant to go to in order to ac-quire her company.
Both Adele and Gwen sat forward in their chairs, eyes intently on Wendy as Adele spoke softly, "Wendy, we're prepared to pay, for all patents you own and all rights to Fountain of Youth ... five million dollars!"
The incredible figure fell on the room like a paralyzing force. Wendy was stunned, her fixed- smile frozen of her face as she tried to comprehend what she had heard, wondering if she had truly heard the woman correctly.
Misreading the lack of change in Wendy's expression, Gwen spoke quickly. "Before you answer please ... consider the offer carefully, Wendy. You're a young woman, and with five million dollars, the world will be at your feet."
"That's right," Adele smiled, "and you can leave the work and worry to poor, struggling girls like us!"
"I -- I really don't know what to say," Wendy managed, trying hard not to show her excitement.
"Don't say anything right now," Adele urged. "We know you'll need time to think this over. Why don't the three of us have dinner and go out on the town tonight, give you time to consider our offer and discuss it with whomever you wish?"
"Wonderful," Wendy laughed, relieved at not having to answer. Five million dollars, she thought deliriously, and they are serious! Regardless of whatever happens later with this nutty formula of mine, I'll have my money. The problems will be theirs!
Chatting excitedly, the three women made their arrangements to meet; then Wendy stopped them at the door, saying, "One more thing, girls. Your offer is generous, but remember this: You don't even know the cost of Fountain of Youth and, therefore, you have no idea of the margin of profit we're making. This will be a big factor, so please, when you report back, tell your people I am interested, but when you examine my books, you may be well to reconsider what you called your first and final offer."
"At fifty dollars for that little jar, we know you're making a killing," Gwen laughed. "But you are right, and we will report just exactly what you said. See you tonight, Wendy."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Wendy smiled happily to herself as she walked to answer the door, knowing it had to be Adele and Gwen calling for her. It greatly pleased her vanity to have two such important figures of the cosmetic industry calling for her, catering to her, and she knew she would have such respect for the rest of her life with the money she was going to have.
As she ushered them inside, Wendy looked appreciatively at the beautiful young women, admiring the chic dresses, while smugly knowing they were casting envious eyes on her. Daringly dressed in her shortest mini cocktail dress, Wendy knew she looked beautiful, and she confidently seated her new friends as they looked around her plush dwelling. The Fifth Avenue apartment was the first luxury Wendy went for after the wild success of Fountain of Youth, and now, more than ever, she knew the twelve hundred a month was well worth it. The women were visibly impressed.
Gently ringing a tiny silver bell, Wendy smiled, watching for reaction to her next surprise. In seconds, Stevie and Toni walked quietly into the room, Stevie attired in a modem butler's uniform and Toni tantalizingly dressed in a micro-mini serving uniform, looking radiantly beautiful as she looked questioningly at Wendy.
Wendy had filled both of them in on what had happened that afternoon, wanting to have them unimposingly present while she talked business with the two women. Other exciting thoughts also prompted her to have Stevie and Toni present, and as she saw both Adele and Gwen eying the handsome young couple appreciatively, those thoughts came back even more hopefully than before.
"Would martinis be satisfactory, girls? Stevie can fix you whatever you wish, but I do recommend his martini. It's delicious."
Both girls quickly nodded, and Stevie and Toni left for the ornate bar to prepare the drinks.
"Honestly, Wendy," Adele whispered, "you surprise me! They're beautiful, both of them!" Her eyes glinted wickedly as she smiled. "There's more to you than I thought!"
Wendy laughed, saying, "I refuse to ask you what you mean by that, but a girl can't spend all her time working, can she? Actually, Stevie and Toni are trusted friends as well as faithful employees."
Gwen snapped her fingers, crying, "But of course! That girl, Toni ... she's your secretary! I remember now -- she showed us into your office this afternoon!"
Wendy laughed again, answering, "That's right. Toni is whatever I want her to be ... my right arm, so to speak," she hastily added. "Stevie has other duties also."
"I'll bet he does," Adele laughed, her voice friendly and warm as she obviously teased Wendy.
Wendy saw immediately that she wasn't trying to be catty and she joined their laughter as Stevie- brought the tray of drinks, accompanied by Toni, who stood by, waiting to serve the hors d'oeuvres. As Wendy took her drink, she watched Stevie as he walked to Gwen, not missing the quick display when the smiling girl quickly crossed her legs for Stevie's benefit giving him a brief but tantalizing show of her sleek thighs, almost to her crotch. Adele responded also, leaning forward as she took her drink, treating him to a quick look down the front of her low-cut top at the soft fullness of her half-covered breasts.
Sipping her drink quietly, Wendy watched as Toni served the tiny delicacies, her eye-brows raising with faint surprise when she saw the look on Adele's face as she fumbled with her choice of the hors d'oeuvres. Flushing slightly, she gazed at the lush curves as Toni leaned down. Even when Toni crossed the room to serve Gwen, Wendy saw Adele's eyes fixed on Toni's twisting, squirming little rump, caressing the lush thighs exposed by the micro-mini as Toni walked.
Well now, Wendy mused, so that is the way your blood runs, Adele dear. She knew from past experience that many of the super successful women in the cosmetic industry were lesbians, loving the young girls in their employ and being hard and contemptuous of the usually weak and mild men working under them. She had guessed right, that at least one of her new acquaintances would be gay, and Adele was almost drooling as she watched Toni.
Gabbing aimlessly, Wendy kept the conversation going brightly with Adele and Gwen, making sure that Stevie kept the martinis flowing each time a glass was emptied. She knew he was fixing her drink very weak, using only a small amount of gin and filling her glass with water. It wasn't too palatable, but Wendy was determined to keep her wits while trying to get the two women as loose as she could. She wanted to keep Toni moving among them, but Adele's many requests for seconds kept Toni almost constantly at her side. Having caught the signal from Wendy, Toni was well aware of her appeal to the lovely woman, and she made sure she teased and tantalized Adele at every opportunity with sensuous moves and glimpses of her body as she served.
Excusing herself to the bathroom, Wendy smiled as she saw the women hardly look up when she walked from the room. In a few seconds Stevie joined her in her bedroom, grinning broadly, "Boss-lady, I think you have a pair of live ones," he laughed. "That little red-head, Gwen, looks like she's ready to play!"
Wendy laughed. "I'm glad she appeals to you, Stevie. You just might have to service her a little later. What do you think about my friend Adele?"
"Hell, she's looking at Toni like a cat about to lap up a saucer of cream!" He chuckled. "And Toni's really putting it up to her!"
Wendy felt a twinge of jealousy as she thought of Toni offering her golden pussy to the other woman, getting a quick mental picture of Toni stretched naked, writhing as the lovely Adele tongued inside the young girl's spasming vagina. Shuddering with rising lust herself, Wendy forced the picture from her mind, saying, "Indeed she does, Stevie. See if you can get Gwen more interested in you while I kill a little time in here."
Smiling, she impulsively reached out and caressed gently between Stevie's thighs, stroking the head of his prick lovingly.
"Hmmm, I'd love to have some of that tonight," she said. "But that's not part of the plan. Tonight we just tease, even if it means just teasing me as well. Let's string our two girl friends out, play with their emotions. I know they'll be back for more. Just good business, understand?"
"I guess I do," Stevie answered.
"As long as I understand, that's all that's necessary," Wendy smiled.
She stroked his hardened penis again, couldn't resist. "Slip it out for a minute," she ordered.
He did.
She stared at it, licked her tongue, but then regained control of herself.
"No, it can wait until they've left. Then I'm going to chew on that thing until you have to drink milk just to stay afloat."
Stevie smiled. "Why don't you kiss it a few times now, just to keep my spirits up so I can get through this shittin' charade!"
"No, baby. If I kiss it once, you know me, it'll be a whole meal. And after all, we have guests waiting."
"Aww, they're both half bombed anyway. They wouldn't know. They'll probably both end up friggin themselves -- or each other -- in some hotel room. Who gives a shit about them!"
Wendy grinned up at him and fondled the cock once more.
"I do, honey. I do." She said.
Stevie was closer to right than he thought. Both Gwen and Adele let the booze get ahead of them, and Wendy played the perfect hostess, seeing to it that they were delivered home untouched by human hands. What happened after that, really wasn't her business, she had decided. The point was, the trap had been set.
But Wendy's mood had changed again. She didn't call for Stevie, she sent for Toni.
In the bedroom, Wendy and Toni stood locked in an embrace for long moments with Toni whimpering endearments as the older woman caressed her lavishly.
And then they fell to the bed together and Toni's tongue set a torrid trail up Wendy's inner thigh, up over her hip, then breast-sucking, tit nibbling, nipple nursing.
The tongue duel that followed in the feverish kiss lasted for minute after minute after minute.
The routine had been established. They did a pin-wheel change of positions, and Toni's hot tongue nibbled at Wendy's hard-bud clit, while Wendy lapped at the tight flesh of Toni's butt-cheeks. Then the tongues grew wilder, faster, the hearbeats louder, the room` full of slurping noises of sweet lesbian love.
And then Wendy fell asleep.
And dreamt of MILLIONS!
MILLIONS OF DOLLARS!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Wendy had given her decision to Young Madame. If they would agree to increasing their offer so that she would clear net after taxes, the total five million, she would agree to sell her total rights to Fountain of Youth. She specified that the money would have to be deposited in her Swiss account, the lawyers handling the transaction and holding the sealed formula to be turned over after the deposit. It was further included that regardless of Young Madame's opinion of the formula or their lab's report of the formula, their agreement was to be irrevocable.
Although neither Gwen nor Adele could understand Wendy's insistence on this last demand, they laughingly reported that it would not be a stumbling block to the agreement. As Adele put it, "Hell, Wendy, even if something does go wrong, at least you will no longer be operating, and consequently we'll be out of business." The deal was closed and only the final handling of the many details by the lawyers remained for the settlement.
During the long days of negotiating and haggling the examination of books and statements, the three women became fast friends. The night in Wendy's apartment had sealed the bond between them. Both Adele and Gwen made sure their company approved the contract suggested by Wendy, a contract that assured both Toni and Stevie an irrevocable five-year contract at fifty thousand a year, leaving the young pair set for life regardless of what the new company might decide at a later date.
When Wendy heard the news concerning the contracts, she immediately called Stevie into her office. He had come to the plant with the day's collection of semen, a factor of the business the new owners were still unaware of, since they would not be appraised of the complete formula until the final settlement. Wendy had been careful not to give them any idea of Stevie's responsibilities, and the two women merely thought of him as Wendy's toy.
When Stevie walked into her office, he spoke smilingly to Gwen, then to Adele as he waited obediently before Wendy's desk. "Well, Stevie, it looks like I've sold Fountain of Youth right out from under us. Do you think you'll be able to work for your new owners?" she grinned, nodding at Gwen and Adele.
He grinned back, not worried in the least, as he answered, "I've done pretty well so far by letting you handle the problems, Wendy. You tell me what I should do!"
Wendy laughed, saying, "I think you should stay with them, especially since I just got you a contract at fifty thousand a year!"
Stevie paled, obviously startled as he gasped, "Fi-fifty thou ... I don't believe it!"
The three girls laughed and Wendy cried, "It's true, Stevie! They might not want you after I leave, but it won't matter. They don't think you do anything, and after they find out exactly what it is you do, I don't know if they will want you for that job, but like I said, it won't matter. Even if they fire you, they're legally bound to honor their contract with you!"
As Stevie stood, stammering in shock, Gwen got up and walked up to him, saying to Wendy, "And I suppose that makes him our employee, doesn't it?"
Wendy grinned, saying, "Yes, I suppose it does."
Gwen walked over and locked the door to Wendy's office: then returning to Stevie, she grinned up at him, saying softly, "Baby, you don't know how long I've waited for a deal like Wendy has had with you. Now we're going to celebrate!"
Stevie looked questioningly at Wendy, and seeing her grinning confidently at him and winking her approval, he turned to Gwen, saying, "Okay, new boss-lady, what's your pleasure?"
To answer, Gwen reached out and slowly lowered his zipper. Seeing what Gwen was doing, Adele jumped to her feet, crying, "Please, Wendy ... let's tell Toni now so I can join in the celebration!"
Wendy laughed. "Certainly, Adele. You can get to Toni's office through that other door, but just tell her you and I want her to join us. Let me tell her later about her contract, but right now, I want to watch this!"
Gwen had succeeded in pulling Stevie's pants and shorts to his feet, and at her urging, he sat down on the edge of a nearby chair, naked from the waist down, his huge cock standing straight out, throbbing and ready. With a wink at her friends, Gwen lowered her head over his lap and gobbled the engorged cockhead into her eager mouth. Her cheeks hollowing as she slurped it down her throat, her head bobbing erotically up and down over the mouth-stretching length, she sucked his straining penis hungrily, squeezing his heavy balls as he rolled his hips in time with her plunging sucks.
When Adele returned with Toni, the impatient woman quickly pulled a chair alongside Stevie's.
Stevie pulled his prick from her moist mouth and sent his meat plunging into the moist, warm lips of her pussy.
She was rolling with him now, pushing up against his thrusts, her heels digging into his back, her free arm clutching his neck. Animal sounds came from her throat, sounds of joy as primitive as his own.
Stevie drove his cock to the inner limits of her juice-leaking pussy, first taking long, slow strokes, then short swift ones. She hunched her cunt to meet his sliding dick. Stevie felt as if he were a thousand miles in the air, floating, dipping, turning in a limitless void as his thickness kept spreading the lips of her pussy, each time revealing the tender coral-colored inner flesh on the heavenly out stroke.
He watched her face screw up in pleasure as he pushed slowly forward each time, sinking every inch of meat into her.
"Oh, oh, oh," Gwen crooned, turning her face away and biting her lower lip. Then she looked back up at Stevie, her eyes glassy with lust. Spreading her legs wider, she bent her knees and raised them until the soles of her feet were flat on his back. "I want it all! I want to break it off and leave it in there!" she groaned, grabbing him by the cheeks of his ass and pulling him to her as she hunched up to meet his inrushing cock. She sucked in her breath raggedly each time she had it all, and Stevie's nuts clapped into the crack of her quivering ass cheeks. "Oh, God! What a sweet, sweet cock!"
Stevie lowered his chest onto hers and kissed her wetly, his hands working under her and cupping her sweat-damp rump, never ending the stroke of his rod gently within her steaming hole, his ass pistoning furiously up and down, pumping his cock into the tight cylinder of hungry cunt, savoring the wet, silky grab of it, the strong inner walls grasping his dick spasmodically.
He could feel her insides going wild around his organ as it throbbed in its suffocation in there.
"Come, baby ... come!" he gasped, all the while hammering away at her and gazing down into her lust-racked face. Then she pulled his face down and buried her own in the sweaty crook of his neck and she grunted animal-like.
Both their bodies were shiny with sweat, their skin sliding against each other as they squirmed in the delirium.
"Ohhh," she sobbed. "Put your lips next to mine and say fuck! Say fuck against my lips!"
Open-mouthed, Stevie breathed, "fuck" against her tongue. Then she silenced him by thrusting her warm tongue into his mouth.
A mixture of incredibly powerful emotions were swarming in Gwen's breasts, thrilling to the sensations Stevie was giving her deep in-side, up and down her spine, in her bowels, even in the uncontrolled puckering and unpuckering of her asshole, all mixing somehow and centering in her hot pussy, wanting to come and not wanting to -- bursting to give herself over to the churning fullness in her loins.
"You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch, oh God, you're wonderful!" Her buttery trickles slid out with his cock on each backstroke now. How Stevie reveled in her shocked and tremulous sounds as she felt new rumblings, new fever shafting deep inside her belly, the fist-tight prick caressed and gripped in that satiny entrapment. He now held her eager clenching hips, crowding, stuffing, sludging every joyful inch to her, the hot tusk time and again finding its deepest yielding niche, basking in the warm fluid rushing there, the gushy surrounding swirls at the head of his cock, jammed firmly inside her, being fisted and milked by the tropic funnel, spiking her up in mid air with stabbing ardent force, making her scream now, nailing and sealing her to his own brand of obsessive desire. But weakening him-self took to her cherished marveling sobs, the mad hedonist cries of fulfillment, brooding his eyelids around her soft licking lips, feeling the breathed-out heat of her wildcat rapture, the big round ass wheezing and rattling with the steady plummeting and spearing of the merging inside her, against her lush tissues.
Gwen threw her head back, the tendons in her neck standing out under the stress. Her legs bowed out widely, her hips jerking slightly, as she was forced to abandon her body, her loins, her slippery cunt to the ministrations of his crude invasion. She dissolved, ebbed away, replaced all other thoughts with the single-minded drive of her animal desire, her knuckles turning white against the chair, the taut, lightly veined bowl of her groin swelling to his cock's hooking grasp, her red cunt lips parting as she panted, the pink lips gaping and squashing on his prick, and at last, her hips swivelling when she could no longer restrain the fires he had unleashed in her loins, swivelling and thrusting up in a depraved exhibition of submission to his fucking, displaying a witless wanton need to be taken, to be used, to yield to Stevie like a helpless, whimpering child.
She groaned; baring her white teeth, tossing her head wildly. She closed her thighs around his cock desperate to keep the hard- head within the itching, burning circlet of the secret hole.
"Like me fucking you?" Stevie teased, drawing each word out, working his cock in dextrous punctuation until she was nodding like a puppet on a string.
Gwen was babbling something, even she didn't know what, and she didn't care, consumed in the wet bubbling of her own flesh as he rode up and down on the bounty of her.
Faster, faster, Jesus, trading juices now, both knowing it would kill them if they held back any longer, wiggling more fretfully as she fully oiled out at him, bit up at his frenzied mouth, sucking at it in a strangled lovers' kiss as he shot his thunderous load right up into the heart of her, and then again, thickly, like cannon blasts, feeling her milk it into herself, all their juices boiling and shooting together, wet-splattering together, the velvet-tipped cock and the mouth-watering cunt welding together in the tangled oceans of their comings.
They lay quiet, then, still locked together, the sweat from his hard body making little glistening rivulets on her shoulders cautiously, not wanting to dislodge his spent prick, relishing the sticky warmth that welded their bodies together.
She opened her eyes, staring at him. Suddenly she smiled, a slow, sensuous smile of satisfaction.
"My God," she said. "I haven't been raped for twenty years!"
Stevie looked down at her and his smile was pleased.
"You liked it," he said.
"I liked it. My God, is cave-man style your usual method?" She pushed a strand of clamp hair out of her eyes and lazily stretched her arms above her head.
"No, I just felt primitive, I guess. My granddaddy must have been right out of the jungle." His smile was broadening.
"And I thought that maybe with those full lips you might be something of an oral specialist," she said slowly.
"I'm good at that, too."
"I'll bet."
"Want to try me?"
"I kept watching your mouth while you were talking," she said, "and I figured you'd probably be wild. That's what got me started. Maybe that's what ought to end me too."
Stevie smiled. "Have no fear, lady. The end is near!"
Gwen felt his face against the tender flesh of her belly, his rough hands gripping the cheeks of her ass again, his hot breath tormenting her again. He worked on her nipples for a minute or so, sucking each one in turn between his lips and biting them light. His head moved lower and planted a saliva'd kiss at the top of her cunt hair. He spread her white legs just as wide as they would go.
It was then that Gwen noticed he had a bottle of wine he had taken out of a desk drawer, had it opened. He drew her legs up until her knees were almost against her tits.
"Here's to a long and lasting relationship," Stevie said, smiling up at her through the formed by her legs. She could feel his breath playing across the hairs of her pussy. Then she saw him tilt the bottle of wine up and take a long pull on it. But he did not swallow. Instead, his wine-filled mouth covered her snatch, and he spurted a big mouthful of the wine deep into her slit, and Gwen felt like she was taking another load of hot come.
She twisted her fingers in his curly hair and tried to pull his face all the way into her cunt. That's when Stevie's tongue located her clit and wine-flogged it with strong back and forth strokes. Then he went back and got a mouth refill from the bottle. Even when his mouth left her pussy, Gwen never stopped her frantic thrashing of hips. She could feel that warm wine trickling down over the cheeks of her ass, a tiny bit of it even making its way into her anus; and Gwen was coming in multi-orgasms. Mouthful after mouthful he licked into her, caressing the outer lips with his thick lips. Then he sipped the wine from her in slippery tongue lashes, bringing great suctions of wine and cunt juices out of her upraised box.
He lapped at her cunt until the last drops of wine and juice had been drained from it, stopping only to lower his head and lick away the drippings that had reached her buttocks. Just when Gwen was sure she couldn't come again, she felt the fiery spear of his tongue drill into her asshole, reducing her once more to a bundle of quivering flesh. When he slid up and kissed her lips for the final time, his mouth tasted of the wine and the tangy taste of her own warm cunt.
Then he looked up at Wendy and asked "How'd I do, Love?"
"I'm sure your job is secure. Ha, Ha."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Of course, it was then Adele's turn with Toni.
The contact of their flesh sent shocks of sensation rioting through Toni. The next instant she felt the wet warmness of Adele's mouth on her breasts, as her lips plucked excitement at the aroused nipples. Toni gave one big quiver of delight and gave up then. She hugged the other woman's head to her breast and moaned: "Yes! Yes, oh, yes!"
The moist kisses left her breasts, then roved over her shoulders and arms, down across the soft slope of her belly. They tingled up and down her thighs and now Toni was panting, twisting and writhing, begging: "Please! Please!"
Suddenly it happened. Acute sensation such as she'd never experienced before burst through Toni in a white-hot flash and her back arched upward, hips quivering as she uttered an agonized but welcoming cry from deep in her throat. Her hands found Adele's hair and tangled in it, caressing, holding. The following moments became eternity.
They brought their naked bodies together and automatically Adele reached out, running her hands again and again over the pulsing flesh of Toni's breasts, pausing to finger the nipples which grew lovingly stiff beneath the rough touch. Toni's bronzed body was stretching and twisting provocatively. Her breasts rolled back and forth enticingly, her hips moved suggestively, and her long, trim legs flexed open in invitation.
Adele knew exactly what she wanted. She reached out for Toni's waist, pulling her close and sank her teeth into Toni's bare shoulder. Toni winced, but at the same time shuddered in pleasant anticipation, slithered forward, and, as the tips of her tits grazed the other woman's, she could feel Adele's nipples respond too.
Adele murmured a passionate animal sound and brought her face expectantly towards Toni's. They pressed their open mouths together, and the tongue duel was on, first in Toni's mouth, then in Adele's. Adele's hands moved along her back, then down, coming to rest demandingly on the firm twin mounds of Toni's lovely ass, pulling the moaning woman in even closer. Toni felt the fingers gripping her buttocks, then moving down into the cleft valley, nudging at the rectal slit. Toni gasped as the finger entered -- a sweet delicious feeling. Toni could feel Adele's heart beating rapidly beneath the small breasts that massaged her own full tits.
Adele began nipping excitedly at Toni's ear, but suddenly she moved quickly away and re-versed her position.
"Oh, baby," she murmured, "we gotta -- "
Adele's body contorted in ecstasy as she made sweet lesbian love to Toni, her hair tick-ling at the wide-open legs, the hard little breasts raking Toni's moving stomach.
Adele emitted a soft cry through gritting teeth, and the heat of her murmur breathed deep into Toni's :cunt. Her nails raked Toni's buttocks, greedily wanting more, MORE! ALL OF IT! Her strong legs flailed around Toni's ears as fleshy spasms overtook them both. That warm tongue was working away with renewed passion deep inside Toni's belly, blazing a stimulating trail that had Toni's whole body tingling.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it anymore. Chew the inside out of me! Take me!" Toni groaned out her lost-foundling cries, as Adele's tongue went plowing and owning, and she flung her legs high and apart, the mouth forever dipping and sucking at her full of the endless, flavored flow of her. That taffy jewel was slipping and sliding in Adele's mouth, and Toni soared to even new summits as she moaned and shot her bottom upwards in fresh and covetous hunger. She soared again and again to the heights of breathtaking fulfillment, no longer aware of time nor place nor anything but the demands and satisfaction of her own body.
When it was over she lay there gasping, practically in a faint. For long moments, she felt too weak even to open her eyes. She thought several times she heard other voices, whispering, but assumed it was merely imagination, a sort of aftermath delirium following the fever in her that had just been purged.
But then she knew she heard two people whispering. She opened her eyes and turned her head. She saw now that the other three, Stevie, Wendy and Gwen were laughing, giggling, voicing their approval of the performance
Two days later, Wendy's attorney was saying to her, "Well, you are now a very wealthy young woman. I'll see to it that your formula is delivered to Young Madame in Europe, and your attorneys will see to the final disposition of your property. That, too, will net you a tidy sum, but I'm sure you know that!"
Nodding and grinning in a haze of unbelievable excitement, Wendy called both Adele and Gwen to her, crying, "Now! There is just one final thing the three of us must do!" Seeing their puzzled expressions, she laughed, crying, "Hurry. Toni and Stevie are waiting for us!"
Thinking one final orgiastic fling was in store for them, they quickly followed Wendy to her car. Wendy was trying hard to choke back the hysterical laughter as she drove swiftly, heading for the Extraction Center, the one phase of the operation, while spelled out clearly in the formula that had yet to be opened, was totally unknown to anyone, especially Gwen and Adele.
At that very minute telephones all over the country were ringing: women were calling their drugstores., their cosmeticians in frantic haste. Every line to Fountain of Youth was busily buzzing, unheard, in the closed offices, and the reason was still unknown as Wendy drove to meet Stevie and Toni.
"This isn't the way to your apartment," Gwen laughed. "Where in the world are you taking us?"
"Wendy, you nut ... this looks like we're going to the Navy yard!" Adele joined in, laughing.
"Almost," Wendy laughed as she pulled up to the curb, parking in front of the three-story Extraction Center. "This is the one item that I told you that you might not expect concerning Fountain of Youth!"
She laughed at the confused looks on their faces as they silently followed her from the car and to the door of the building. "Ladies, welcome to the Extraction Center of Fountain of Youth!" With that, she ushered them inside.
"Toni -- Stevie, what are you doing here!" they both exclaimed.
"Stevie works here and Toni is just waiting for us," Wendy grinned. "Stevie, show the ladies one of your extraction rooms. I think it's time they found out the final ingredient of Fountain of Youth!"
Smiling quietly, he led the wondering women to the rear of the floor and stood aside as he opened the door and let them walk in-side. Wendy could hear the gasps of surprise as they looked in on some ten or twelve girls, busily sucking or jacking-off a line of grinning men.
Backing quickly from the room, it was Adele who first was able to bring herself out of shock, but there was a -tremble to her voice. "But -- but what -- ? I -- I don't understand! What is this, some kind of whorehouse -- a mass-production whorehouse?"
Wendy laughed. "No, darling, nothing like that at all. This happens to be where we ex-tract the most important ingredient of all, the one ingredient that makes the fabulous Fountain of Youth what it is. That ingredient, girls, is semen! Good, old-fashioned male come!"
They knew immediately, instinctively, that she wasn't leading them on, and both women slumped into chairs, staring up at Wendy, shaking their heads in stunned silence.
"I don't know why or how it works," she giggled, "but I do know that when semen is used in correct proportions with certain of my other formulas, it produces a cream that makes age lines and blemishes vanish! You know the results as well as I do -- and this is why it works!" Wendy broke into peals of laughter, brushing away the tears of mirth as she turned away. from them. Suddenly she paused, her laughter abruptly ceasing as she ran her hand back across her face; then, with a cry of alarm she ran from the room, frantically seeking a mirror. She heard Stevie's gasp as he cried, "Gwen -- Adele -- your faces! You ... you're. ..."
Quickly looking at each other, their hands groping at their cheeks, the two women quickly followed after Wendy.
"Stevie, what is it!" Toni cried, her hand going automatically to her own unblemished, teenage skin.
"Toni -- honest! Honest to God -- they're getting a beard! All three of them are getting a beard!"
Wendy rushed from the bathroom, laughing and crying, almost in hysterics as she grabbed for Stevie and Toni and ran from the building and into her car. There was one thing she hadn't planned on, hadn't taken the time to check -- reaction to her formula -- a reaction that had taken this long to rise to the surface, but one that every vain woman in the country would have to face. Fountain of Youth also grew a dandy beard on every female that used it, the male hormone doing the job as nature had intended.
