Presently Dick seized her hot throbbing bud between his fingers and began to knead it. Wendy stopped breathing for a moment, then let out her breath in a loud gasp. Having her horny little clit briskly frigged like that was just too much. Molten cream gushed from her aroused cunt, soaking Dick's hand, puddling on the car seat.
"Oh, God," Wendy gasped, "yes, yes,yes."
Dick responded to her excitement by frigging her hot little clit faster and faster. Wendy arched her lovely body upward to get more sweet hot friction. A few more moments of his delicious finger-play and she was over the edge, rocked and dizzied by her very first orgasm.
"Ohhhhhh," Wendy wailed.
At first she didn't understand what was happening to her, just that her whole body was going into powerful spasms of pleasure, a pleasure a thousand times more violent and wonderful than she'd ever known. Then she realized that she was coming. She couldn't stop moaning till her delicious convulsion filially died away.
"Dick," she said wonderingly, "you made me come."
"That won't be the only time," he said hoarsely.
He drew back a little, unzipped his fly, and quickly lowered his jeans and shorts.
Wendy gawked. For years she'd been very curious about what cocks and balls looked like, and now even her modesty couldn't keep her from staring. She saw a thick pale pole of flesh springing from a tight nest of brown curls, and it looked menacingly big. The head of his prick was huge, swollen and purple. Below hung his balls, taut, round and rosy-red.
Dick allowed her no more than a brief glimpse of his cock before he was throwing himself on, her and trying to wedge himself between her thighs. Wendy shrieked and clamped her legs shut. She pushed and clawed at his shoulders. Now that the moment had come, she knew she didn't want to lose her virginity. Not here, not like this.
"No, Dick, no," she wailed.
"Yes," he snarled. "I've waited long enough. I'm gonna fuck you, Wendy, even if I have to rape you."
In her desperation Wendy could think of only one thing to do. It was something she'd heard from her girlfriends' gossip, a way of bringing a guy off without fucking him. She reached down and fumbled for Dick's cock, wrapping her fingers around the hot throbbing pole of flesh. She began to pump his prick fast and hard.
"Oh, Jesus," Dick gasped.
Wendy felt hot excitement at holding a cock for the first time. It was silky-smooth and fun to touch. But she had a more urgent mission. She pumped his long hard dick steadily, while he panted and writhed on top of her. He was so hotly horny that it didn't take more than a few seconds to bring him off.
"Awwwwww," Dick bawled.
Wendy felt scalding-hot sticky juice squirting all over her hand and her bare belly. Dick moaned and bucked a few times, and then his cock went limp and tiny in her fist. She released it, and he jerked away from her, his face flushed and angry.
"Okay," he snapped, "I get the idea. You're saving it for somebody else, probably some big shot at the pageant. Well, lots of luck, Wendy. It's been nice knowing you."
They dressed and drove back to town in total silence. Wendy knew it was over, and she felt terribly sad to lose Dick. She really loved him, and she was disappointed that he didn't have the patience to wait for her till after the beauty pageant.
But she had something to look forward to, something far more exciting than marriage and kids and house payments and laundry. If she won the beauty contest – and she felt sure she could do it – she'd be rich and famous. That would be more than enough compensation for losing Dick – or so she believed.
CHAPTER TWO
True to his word, Dick didn't see or call Wendy again. Luckily for her, she had more exciting things to think about. In just a few days she was to enter her first beauty contest, for Miss Oakdale. The prettiest girl in town would then go on to the county-wide pageant.
Of course being beautiful wasn't enough to win the contest. A girl had to display talent, too. Wendy had worked up a singing and dancing act. With the help of a skimpy costume, she hoped it would be enough to get her the title. Certainly there wasn't another girl in town who could match her looks.
But when Wendy joined the other contestants in the high school gymnasium for practice, she discovered that several of the other girls were far more talented than she was. In a panic, she went to look for the master of ceremonies, Harvey Hollis, a local sportscaster, hoping he could advise her on how to improve her act.
Harvey Hollis wasn't far away. He was right in the front row of seats, ogling the girls as they went through their routines on the stage. Hollis was a sandy-haired ruddy-faced man in his forties, getting just a little bald and pudgy. Wendy knew him by sight and had never liked him much. But he had experience with beauty contests, and she urgently needed his advice.
Wendy was wearing her dancing costume when she walked up to him and said, "Mr. Hollis, may I speak to you for a moment?"
Hollis stared at her. He saw a tall brunette beauty wearing a black sequined bikini and little else. Wendy's thick glossy brown hair fell below her shoulders, and her turned-up nose and big blue eyes gave her an appearance of youth and innocence which contrasted sharply with her, lush mature figure.
"My dear child," Hollis said with a broad grin, "you can talk to me any time. What's the problem?"
Wendy flushed slightly and said, "Well, I was hoping you could give me some advice on how to improve my act. With the contest coming up tomorrow, I'm just worried that it's not good enough."
Hollis was having a hard time keeping his eyes off her big thrusting tits, which seemed about to burst her flimsy bikini top. He cleared his throat and said, "Well, I'm kind of busy right now, honey, but I'd be glad to talk to you about it tonight. Give me your name and address, and I'll pick you up around eight."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Hollis," Wendy beamed. "I can't tell you how grateful I am."
Wendy began to change her mind about the man. He'd always seemed so cocky and arrogant, both in public and on his broadcasts. But in private he seemed friendly and kind. He seemed to really want to help her. At eight o'clock that night she sat in her small apartment eagerly waiting for him. She was wearing her dancing costume so as to be all ready for his instruction.
Hollis knocked on her door right on time, but when she opened the door for him, he frowned. "Hey, honey," he said, "I'd thought about taking you out to dinner before we talked, but you sure as hell can't go in that costume."
Wendy blushed hotly, cursing her stupidity. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hollis," she said. "It won't take me a minute to change. Won't you come in and wait?"
He looked impatient, but he entered and said, "Oh, all right. Your parents won't mind?"
"My parents passed away several years ago," Wendy said. "I live alone."
Hollis' mood immediately lightened. "Oh, this is your own place?" he said.
"Well, hell, don't bother to change. You can show me your act, we'll talk about it, and later I can run out for some hamburgers. If that's okay with you?"
"Oh, that's fine, Mr. Hollis," Wendy said gratefully. "Here, I'll just put on some music and go through my routine."
As Wendy sang and danced to "Tea for Two," she knew she wasn't very good – but Harvey Hollis seemed entranced. He watched with a broad grin, never taking his eyes off her voluptuous young body. When she was finished she turned off the music and waited anxiously for his opinion.
"What do you think, Mr. Hollis?" she asked.
His smiled faded. "Your act definitely needs some polishing," he said. "Let me give you some tips…"
He got down to business and gave her more than an hour's instruction, a lot of advice which definitely improved her performance. Wendy was extremely grateful. As MC of the contest, he was a very busy man, and she knew that he also had a wife and four children waiting for him at home.