Wendy hung her head. No way in the world could she be as skilled and sexy as an experienced prostitute. Why, she'd only been balled once in her whole life. How could she compete with a woman who did it for a living? Surely Joe was going to be very disappointed with her.
"Hey, come on now," he chuckled. "Are you going to play the game or not, honey? If you really want to win that contest you'll at least try. Maybe you don't have much experience, but are you willing to learn?"
"Oh, of course, Mr. Haynes – I mean, Joe," Wendy said enthusiastically.
He got to his feet and said, "Okay, come here and undress me."
Wendy blushed scarlet, but she hurried to obey. She fumbled with his tie and finally managed to get it off. She removed his shirt and T-shirt. His lean chest was tan and matted with brown hairs. She dropped to her knees and helped him out of his shoes and socks.
Then she glanced up at his fly. In spite of her nervousness she couldn't help being curious about what his cock would look like. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and tugged his trousers down. He was wearing jockey shorts, and the crotch showed no signs of an erection. Wendy tugged his shorts down and helped him step out of them.
Sure enough, his cock was soft and limp. Springing from a bush of tight brown curls, it drooped and waggled, just a pale wrinkled little sausage. His rosy-red balls hung slack and empty, quivering with his slightest movement. Wendy felt disappointed. If he was really turned on to her, wouldn't his prick be hard?
As if reading her mind, Joe Haynes said, "When you've been around as much as I have, you don't get excited very easily. That's going to be up to you, Wendy."
"W-What do you want me to do?" she stammered.
Joe sat down on the couch again and opened his legs. "Play with my cock," he said. "Get me hard."
Wendy moaned inwardly. She didn't have the slightest idea of how to get a guy hard. She'd jacked off Dick, but that was the only time in her life she'd ever touched a cock. All she could do was try to fake it. She knelt between Joe's legs and reached out for his limp prick.
She laid the soft warm sausage on the palm of one hand and began to pet it gently with the other. It was silky-smooth and pleasant to touch. In fact she felt naughty excitement at being allowed to fondle and explore his cock in full light. It was something she'd wanted to do for a long time, ever since she learned about sex.
She studied his flaccid meat, all the while gently and steadily petting it. The wrinkled stalk was pale as snow and feathered with tiny dark blue veins. The head of his prick was rosy-red, and she knew that when he got hard it would swell up big and purple like Dick's had done. The soft head of his cock had a little hole for a mouth. She recalled how Dick's cock-mouth had bubbled hot sticky juice.
"Honey," Joe sighed, "that's nice, what you're doing, but it doesn't really get it. Take in your fist and pump it. You don't have to be gentle."
Wendy blushed and hurried to obey. She curled her fingers around the soft warm meat and started to pump firmly and steadily, just like she'd done when she jacked off Dick. Joe gave a snort of pleasure and thrust his hips forward a little, feeding his limp meat into her hand.
"Yeah, that's more like it," he sighed. "Make your fist feel like a cunt. Make it tight, make it move."
Wendy obeyed, making her little warm fist snug around his wrinkled little prick, pumping faster and with more pressure. For just one wicked moment she wondered what Joe's fans would think if they could see him now, getting his cock frigged by an aspiring beauty queen. But this was no time for humor. Her whole future was at stake.
"Is this how you want it, Joe?" she purred.
His rugged handsome face was slightly flushed, and he was grinning lewdly, watching her big breasts quiver as she worked, watching her little fist pumping his pale prick. His eyes glinted with horny excitement, and he licked his lips before he spoke.
"That's good for openers," he said somewhat hoarsely, "but I want you to do more. Kiss it, lick it."
Wendy blushed hotly. She didn't know anything about sex except the very basics, and she'd never beard of using her mouth or tongue on a man's cock. But she didn't hesitate to obey. She'd do anything – literally anything – to please Joe Haynes and win the Miss Green County title.
Her glossy brown head dipped down, and she opened her fist, letting his pale soft meat rest on her palm. Gingerly she kissed the silky pale stalk, then the rosy rubbery head of his cock. He was clean and good-smelling, so she kissed his dick more eagerly, with more pressure. He gave a loud sigh of satisfaction.
"Yeah, that's the idea," he said. "Now start licking it. Lick my cock all over, honey. Get it wet."
Blushing furiously, Wendy stuck out her little pink tongue and gingerly applied the wet tip to the rosy soft head of his cock. There was a faint salty taste in the little hole-mouth of his prick, and she liked it. She began lashing and tickling the rubbery head of his dick with the slick tip of her tongue.
"Yeah, yeah," Joe sighed, "now you're catching on. Lick that meat like you were hungry for it."
Wendy did her best to obey. In a way she really didn't have to fake her enthusiasm. She liked the taste of his warm smooth cock, and she enjoyed the sensation of licking him. He turned her on, too, unlike poor pudgy Harvey Hollis. She was really looking forward to fucking Joe Haynes. Her eagerness made her lick his dick fast and hungrily.
She swished her gleaming pink tongue around and around his rosy-red cock-head till it shone with her saliva. Then she started working lower, lashing and tickling and tonguing the satin warm flesh of his stalk. The more she licked his cock, the more she enjoyed it. It was naughtily exciting to use her tongue on a man's naked dick.
When she had made his whole flaccid cock wet with her spit, Joe sighed and said, "Lick my nuts, too, honey. I really get off on that."
Wendy thought she'd never stop blushing. But her shyness and modesty didn't keep her from dipping her head even lower in his crotch and applying the wet tip of her tongue to his limp swaying balls. She lashed the rosy wrinkled sacs, making them gleam and bounce. Joe gasped with pleasure. She felt she was finally getting to him.
"Yeah, yeah," he panted, "lick my nuts, honey. That really feels great."
Then the phone rang.
"Shit," Joe muttered. "Listen, baby, don't stop. I'll make this short."
Wendy thought it was pretty kinky to lick his nut sacs while he was on the phone, but she obeyed, swishing her little slick tongue around and around the rosy wrinkled bags. Joe reached over to the coffee table, picked up the phone, and growled, "Yeah?"
While Wendy went on busily tonguing his balls, he said, "Oh, Wendy. No, I think I'll just stay in tonight. I got a big day tomorrow, and I'm bushed. Okay, see you later."
He hung up, leaned back, sighed. "Honey," he said, "that's just not making it. Sometimes I have a helluva time getting it up. You're gonna have to blow me a little."
"Blow you?" Wendy said innocently.
Joe stared down at her, then broke into an incredulous grin. "Oh, Jesus," he said, "you really haven't been around, have you, kid? It's called giving head, a blowjob, going down on a guy. In other words, honey, suck my cock."
Wendy hadn't thought it was possible to blush so deeply. She'd never heard of such a weird, kinky thing. For a moment she was going to refuse – but then she remembered what was at stake. Nervously she raised his limp spit-soaked cock to her lips.
She opened her mouth and slowly sucked the whole soft sausage inside. It lay warm and throbbing in her mouth while his limp rosy balls flapped against her chin. She began to suck his meat, slowly and awkwardly. Her initial disgust passed quickly as she discovered that it was fun and exciting to suck cock.