He released her big swollen boobs and reached into her steamy-hot pussy again. He used his middle finger to rim the soaked little mouth of her cunt, running the tip, rapidly around and around the sensitive little hole. Although she'd just had a powerful orgasm, Wendy felt instantly horny again. She squealed and grinned up at him.
"You like that?" Horn smiled.
"Ummmm, yes," Wendy sighed. "Gee, Walt, where'd you learn to do all these neat things?"
"That would be telling," he chuckled. "Just relax, dear, and let me play with your pussy."
Wendy was more than willing to obey. There was nothing she liked better than to just lie back and let a man fondle and tickle her horny little slit. It didn't embarrass her at all that her legs were lewdly spread, showing him every intimate part of her crotch. Strange – a month ago she would have died of shame before displaying her pussy like that.
"Are you a virgin, Wendy?" Horn said huskily. Wendy wanted to lie and tell him that she was – she knew how much it would excite him. But he was too experienced for that. When he finally got around to balling her, he'd discover the truth. All she could do was lie a little and make the best of the situation.
"Oh, Walter," she said, "I'm so ashamed. I-I did it once, with my boyfriend."
"Tell me about it," he said eagerly.
While his stiff middle finger busily rimmed her snug little cunt-mouth, Wendy spoke, faking embarrassment. "We just couldn't control ourselves," she said. "I knew it was wrong, but I felt so-so horny. Anyhow, we only did it one time. That's the only time I ever went all the way, Senator."
"Walt," he reminded her. "You mustn't feel ashamed, dear. It was a perfectly natural thing to do."
Her little story obviously excited him. He began easing his long stiff middle finger right up her red-hot juicy twat. Wendy gave a shrill squeal of genuine lusty excitement. She was coming more and more to need that feeling of stuffing and penetration in her greedy little box.
"You like that?" Horn panted.
"Oooooo, yes," Wendy moaned.
He pushed his finger all the way to the last knuckle in her gripping hot twat. Wendy gave a horny little cry and arched her body upward, her cunt going small and snug around his finger. Horn grinned and began to finger-fuck her, jerking his finger in quick cock-like motions in her fiery-hot little hole.
"Oh, wow, yes, yes," Wendy cried. "That feels terrific, Walt. Yes, bring me off again."
"I fully intend to, my dear," he chuckled.
He really seemed to get off just from watching her horny motions and listening to her lusty little noises. He jerked his stiff finger steadily in her gushing little box and watched with a lewd leer as Wendy rose rapidly toward another orgasm. A few more moments and she was coming around his thrusting finger, her tight little cunt gripping and squeezing, her hot cream boiling out to puddle on the couch.
"Ahhhhhh," she wailed.
Horn gleefully pumped his finger in her tight convulsing cunt till her spasms had died away. He obviously enjoyed his power over her, his ability to bring her off again and again with his naughty finger play. But he couldn't remain just an observer forever. He was pretty horny himself.
"Oh, wow, Walt," Wendy sighed, "I really got off that time."
"Marvelous, my dear," he grinned. "Now let's do something a little different. I'll let you play with [missing text]."
"Far out," Wendy giggled.
He whipped his cream-drenched finger out of her hot little cunt. Quickly he stood up and removed his clothing. His naked body was lanky and lean and hard, not at all bad for a man his age. His cock was what drew Wendy's most avid attention, however.
Horn's prick was a good eight inches long, the biggest cock Wendy had seen yet. It was thick and swollen, the blue veins standing out against the milky-pale flesh. The head of his prick was hug and purple and knob-like, and his rosy balls were taut and round.
Wendy felt a little quiver of lust as she eyed his big hard cock. It was going to feel great to take such a huge prick in her horny little cunt. Horn tossed aside the, last of his clothing and stretched out on the couch again, his drooling dick rubbing her thigh and leaving a little wet trail of juice.
"Suck my cock, Wendy," he said hoarsely.
Wendy leaped to obey, kneeling beside him and taking the huge oozing head of his prick into her mouth. That one brief experience with Joe Haynes had taught her how much fun it was to go down on a guy, and she was eager to repeat the experience.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
No way could she take all of Horn's huge cock into her mouth, but she managed to get about half of it onto her slick little tongue. She sucked on it swiftly, greedily, digging the salty taste of his dripping cock-juice. With her snug little fist she pumped the rest of his thick throbbing stalk.
"My God," Horn gasped, "beautiful. Yes, Wendy, suck me fast and hard. Eat me. YES."
Wendy's glossy brown head bobbed furiously up and down as she sucked his cock with genuine excitement. She was learning so much about sex in just a few short weeks. It was hard to realize that she'd been a shy uptight virgin less than a month ago and that now she wasn't even ashamed to take a man's stiff prick in her mouth and suck on it.
"My God, that's good," Horn moaned. "Don't stop, darling, keep blowing me. Faster, harder. Yes, that's my girl. You're a natural-born cocksucker, Wendy."
Wendy took that as a compliment. She needed all the skills she could learn in order to reach the goal of her dreams. Now she obeyed Horn's hoarse commands, sucking ever faster and harder on his painfully swollen prick. Her lips were grotesquely stretched around his thick stalk, and his hot cock-juice bubbled out onto her tongue.
"My God, my God," Horn whined.
Wendy glanced up to see his reaction to her hot hungry blowjob. Horn lay limp and panting, flushed all over with arousal. He was grinning up at the ceiling, his eyes glazed and hot with lust. As the tempo and pressure of her sucking increased, his eyes fluttered and then rolled wildly. His gleaming red tongue flickered out to lick his lips.
"More," he panted, "just a little more. I want to come in your mouth."
That possibility hadn't occurred to Wendy, but if it pleased him, what the hell? She went on with her furious sucking and pumping, while he gasped and moaned steadily. Then suddenly Horn gave a hoarse yelp and she felt her mouth filled with delicious steamy come.
"Awwwwww," Horn bellowed.
Wendy found that she really got off on swallowing every hot drop of his sizzling jism. He jerked his cock in her mouth till it went limp and empty. His wrinkled prick slipped from her lips, and Wendy swallowed the last tasty drop of his come. Horn gave a big loud sigh.
"That was delightful," he said. "I don't know when I've had so much fun."
So do I win the contest? Wendy wondered. But instead she pouted and said, "But Senator, we didn't even get to ball."
Horn laughed heartily and gave her a playful slap on the ass. "You're quite right, my dear," he said. "I'm afraid I got carried away. But we'll make up for that. I have a deal to propose to you."
"Yes, Senator?" Wendy said eagerly.
"You meet me again tomorrow night after the contest," Horn said. "Come up to my room and spend the night with me. If you promise to do that, I'll see that you get the title. Is it a deal, Wendy?"
"It's a deal, Senator," Wendy purred.
She slept soundly that night. The other girls might stay up late, breaking their asses practicing their routines, but Wendy had found an easier way to win.
CHAPTER FIVE
Clutching the trophy which proclaimed her the most beautiful girl in the state, Wendy left the auditorium stage to a thunder of applause and the blinding explosion of flashbulbs. She felt ecstatic. Now she was guaranteed a shot at the Miss North America title.