"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 ass-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 coming down on her delicate little jawand 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 4
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 dryly.
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.