Chapter 12
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, stripping 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 encompass 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...Ar-ghhh-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 at one 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 corning 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-vei! 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!