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.
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 lolling 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 map light on, both their laps were bathed in the soft light and Wendy gasped at what she saw.
He had twisted to face her, and when she looked down at his crotch, she saw the jumping bulge of his penis straining against his trousers, long and thick, throbbingly hard. Almost fearfully, she looked into his eyes, at the tortured expression on his face as he gazed down at her exposed thighs and the soft promise between them The thermos dropped from her unfeelingly as they stared at each other, waiting. She knew that he wasn't going to make the first advance, holding to his promise stubbornly. With her hand shaking noticeably, she reached out slowly, an inch at a time while her eyes still held his, watching his eyes flutter closed as she gently found his lap, tracing over the stretching outline of his penis with the tips of her fingers, then moaning as she closed her hand around the hard thickness of it, squeezing it with desperate hunger.
The lustful touch of her hand triggered the responses she had been waiting for, and she opened her mouth to his kiss as he pulled her to him. Twisting sensuously on the seat, she turned, giving his questing hand access to the soft warmth of her thighs. She trembled, panting her pleasure into his mouth as he slipped 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 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.