"Faster," Joe panted, "harder. Get me really turned on, baby."
Wendy obeyed, sucking as hard and fast as she could on his little wrinkled dick. Joe gave a snort of excitement and grabbed her head, holding it in place. He began to fuck her mouth, jerking his hips eagerly back and forth, thrusting his flaccid cock over her tongue.
"UMPH," Wendy exclaimed.
His cock was going hard in her mouth, and she didn't seem to have room for it all. It gave a violent lurch on her tongue and then began to grow long and thick and hard. The fat stalk stretched her lips almost to bursting, and the knob-like head of his prick butted the back of her throat, making her gag. To her relief, Joe jerked his cock out of her mouth when it was fully erect.
"Not bad for the first time," he panted, "but you gotta learn to suck it when it's hard, too."
Wendy gawked at his erect prick. It was about the same size as Dick's cock, seven thick inches of smooth pale meat capped with a big bulbous purple head. His small slit of a cock-mouth was leaking little bubbles of juice, and his rosy balls were swollen up taut and round.
Wendy felt a sudden heat and wetness in her pussy. She'd only been fucked once in her life, by pudgy Harvey Hollis who'd hurt her when he popped her cherry. Yet even that experience had been exciting, once the first pain was over. She'd really liked being balled, and she really looked forward to doing it with an attractive man like Joe Haynes.
"Come on," he said with a grin, "let's get it on."
He stood up, and Wendy followed him, thinking they were going to the bedroom. But Joe went no farther than the side of the couch. He maneuvered Wendy to stand with her hands resting on the arm of the couch, her pert little ass sticking out. He got behind her and poked the fat hot head of his cock into her snug little cunt mouth.
"Awwww, Jesus," he sighed as he pushed into her.
"Ooooooo," Wendy squealed.
His thick hard cock-meat felt delicious as it fully stuffed her near-virgin cunt. She creamed hotly all around his thrusting dick. He pushed clear to her womb and then started balling her in quick, hard, deep strokes. Wendy gripped the arm of the couch and moaned her pleasure.
"Jesus Christ, you're tight," Joe whined. "Oh, yeah, baby, this is gonna be good."
Wendy had to agree. He fucked her stiffly for two or three minutes, and she loved every second of it. She only wished it could have lasted longer. As a delicious orgasm rocked her body, Joe gasped and started to come, flooding her snug little box with hot jism.
He finished coming and staggered away to sit on the couch, his cock limp and dripping. "Honey," he panted, "you got a lot to learn, a, whole lot, but you're still a fantastic piece of ass. I'm impressed."
Wendy didn't dare ask what was uppermost on her mind – whether he'd see to it that she got the title. She could only dress and return to her motel, where she spent a sleepless night. Somehow she managed to get through the long performance the next day in the auditorium. When Joe appeared at the microphone to announce the winner, she thought she'd die of suspense.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said with a big grin, "the winner and the new Miss Green County – Wendy Evans, Miss Oakdale."
Wendy got some strange looks from the other girls, especially those who were obviously more talented than she was, but the audience seemed pleased with the decision. They were more interested in beauty than in performance. As Wendy walked up to receive her trophy, Joe gave her the traditional kiss on the cheek – but he also whispered something to her.
"Lots of luck, honey," he said. "I have a feeling you're gonna use that sweet little cunt to get everything you want."
Wendy blushed becomingly, and the audience cheered.
CHAPTER FOUR
Two weeks later, at the state finals, Wendy was up against her usual dilemma. Although she was clearly the prettiest girl in the contest, her talent couldn't begin to match that of the other contestants. But she wasn't worried any longer. Now that she knew how to get around that little difficulty.
She'd just look up the master of ceremonies and do him a favor.
The MC for the state finals was Walter Horn, a senator up for re-election. Horn had no scruples about how he got publicity. He'd do anything to get his name in the papers, everything from kissing babies to judging beauty contests. Under the circumstances, Wendy was pretty sure that he'd be open to a little "bribe".
All week she'd been dutifully practicing her act, along with the other girls in the huge auditorium, and she was always careful to smile at Walter Horn when he passed by. He was a tall lanky man in his late forties with a big shock of brown hair going grey at the temples. The girls argued about whether he was handsome or homely. It was hard to say.
Personally Wendy didn't care about his looks. She only wanted to use his power and influence to win the state title and go on to the nationals. But she knew better than to just throw herself at such an important man. She just went on smiling at him until he was curious enough to ask her name.
Finally on Friday, the day before the contest, Walter Horn came up to Wendy just after she'd finished her song and dance routine. Wendy did her best to look sweet and innocent, even though there was bribery in her heart. She had a hunch that Horn was fed up with sophisticated women and would go for a naive small-town type.
"Hello, there," he said, flashing his famous campaign smile, "I'm Senator Horn. I couldn't help noticing your act. It's, ah, fascinating. May I have your name?"
"Oh, thank you, Senator," Wendy gushed. "My name is Wendy Evans, and I'm from Oakdale."
"Oakdale, ah, yes," Horn beamed, "been through there many times, a lovely little place. But you must be a little homesick, my dear, so far from your family."
Wendy instantly attempted to look homesick. "Well, it is a little scary, here in the big city," she said. "Goodness, I have to share a hotel room with four other girls, and I never even met any of them before."
Horn patted her bare shoulder. His hand was hot and a little moist. "I can imagine the pressures," he said in a fatherly tone. "Perhaps a little treat might pick up your spirits, my dear. Might I have the honor of taking you to dinner this evening?"
He was really spreading on the bullshit, Wendy thought. He was pretending to be kind and fatherly, but in fact he couldn't keep his eyes off her spectacular figure in that tiny black sequined bikini. She wanted to laugh – but instead she made her big blue eyes go wide with wonder.
"Oh, Senator, how super," she exclaimed. "I'd just love to go to dinner with you. What time should I be ready?"
On the evening before contests, the girls traditionally went out to eat together, but again Wendy declined. She spent an hour bathing, doing her hair, and choosing her clothes and make-up. For Senator Horn she decided on a very simple and sweet appearance.
When Horn arrived to pick her up, Wendy was wearing a short blue dress with a high collar, her gleaming brown hair hanging straight and loose down her back. She wore no make-up except for a little touch of pink lip gloss. The senator nodded approvingly, no doubt thinking he was about to seduce a country virgin.
He took Wendy to a posh supper club and then invited her up to his hotel suite for a nightcap. Wendy "innocently" accepted. In the luxurious suite, he fixed her a gin and tonic strong enough to fell a horse. Wendy sipped it carefully. She was acquiring a taste for liquor, but she still was no pro at handling it.
Horn sat down beside her on the couch, only a few inches away, and casually draped an arm around her shoulders. He smiled his professional winner's smile and said, "Now, tell me, my dear, what are your ambitions in life?"
Wendy fluttered her long eyelashes at him and said, "There's one thing I want in the whole world, Senator Horn. I want to be Miss North America."