Message-ID: <17426eli$9811200427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Mastwords1@aol.com Subject: NEW "CD's Magical Love Cream" Part Two (M-mast) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <952b2f7e.3654815f@aol.com> Warning. This story is for adults only. If you are a legal minor, you are not allowed to read it under any circumstances. This story is also copyrighted and cannot be reproduced for any purpose anywhere without the written consent of the author. The author encourages reader comments--the primary motivation for writers of such things. Email to Mastwords1@aol.com CD’s Magical Love Skin Cream. Part Two By J. B. Mast "You’ll see how well it works when you get home. If your wives don’t drag you into the bedroom I’ll write any of you a check for a thousand dollars. You’ll see." And, of course, they did see. No one asked him to write the check. The following weekend, they reported their wives had ravished them after the football game and wouldn’t stop until they’d licked their faces. They had "fucked their brains out," as one of them put it. That was proof enough for CD’s friends to agree to fill containers with sperm for CD to make up enough for all of them to enjoy. Each week they masturbated daily and collected their spunk. When they delivered a full individual container, CD exchanged it for a vial of the cream. It became a bonding connection for CD and his friends. Soon, they began masturbating together, watching xxx videos during half times of the TV sporting events at CD’s house. They usually sat around in a circle, nude, jacking off together, sharing tales about the sexual conquests that had come to them since the began using his sex cream. Unbeknownst to his pals, CD didn’t use all his own sperm for the cream. He enjoyed eating it too much to sacrifice all of it. He mixed some of his own together with about a quarter of what his friends were producing and used it for evening cocktails, tossing back shot glassfuls as ordinary men do whiskey.. After experiencing personally the amazing results CD’s cream produced, one of the men in the group-- a man named Milton Houser-- suggested they sell CD’s new product. "Considering what it’s done for all of us, we’ll be millionaires! What say, CD?" Houser was a talented marketing man. He suggested calling their new product "Love Skin Cream," with a price tag of $75 per vial. CD would be in charge of manufacturing. Dave Penser and Howard Bullock took on the responsibility for sales. And Houser would handle the marketing. His plan was to use the power of e-commerce, to establish a web site and sell it on over the net. Houser began by setting up trade-out cross selling ad banners, hot links and flash screens on compatible sites to attract customers. He wrote the copy for the home page and found a free lance web site designer to take care of the art direction and getting on a server and up on the net. CD came up with the idea for the logo on the package. Penser arranged all the details for encrypted bank card sales transactions over the net. They all agreed that once the orders started coming in they’d get together every weekend to put labels on the containers and wrap them for shipping. Orders began pouring in from all over the world. Word of mouth recommendations from satisfied customers increased the business incrementally. They grossed $150,000 in the first 30 days. Ninety percent of the customers reordered more. CD and his friends were each masturbating four to six times a day to keep up with the orders. Soon they simply could not keep up with their burgeoning enterprise. They had a meeting to resolve the crisis and Houser suggested getting together with the Jack ‘n Jill club in Philadelphia. It was an ensemble of about 20 couples and singles who met weekly to masturbate for each other’s pleasure. The president of the club, a tall thin man named Rick ("No last names required in our club, he explained.) made an attractive deal. He agreed to have an attendant collect sperm from the jack off shooters in the club for a cash payment of $5.00 per load. He said the money would be used for paying the rent in the hotel and some snacks and drinks for his Jack ‘N Jill meetings. CD’s group agreed to a similar arrangement with an Asian gambling house on the South side of Philly, though this source of supply cost them more per man. The house manager would inform every man in the room that he could collect $10 for masturbating in the back room and leaving his deposit in a vial. This set up was more expensive than the Jack ’n Jill’s club but they went along with it because they were desperate for additional raw materials. To make absolutely sure they had a continuing supply of sperm, they ran ads in the college newspaper proclaiming they were conducting a scientific study of male sexual potency and promising to pay volunteers $7.50 for a load of their sperm. They set up a small clinic near the university where students came in as often as they could muster a hardon. Ultimately, this proved to be the most reliable source of supply. Penser posed as a research physician and no one questioned his credentials -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----