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 pulling 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 cock. 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 pulling 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 5
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 insane 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 he 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, mforming her staff to stop production for the time being. Except for her secretary, the place was empty.
She sniffled 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 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 I'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?"