One week later Wendy was in the county seat to try for the title of Miss Green County. Whoever won the contest would go on to the state finals and then, if she was lucky, right to the top – the Miss North America pageant itself.
Wendy had no worried about her looks, but talent was something else. She rehearsed with the other contestants in a big auditorium, and she saw some tremendously talented girls. Some played instruments, some sang, some danced, and some did all three. Wendy knew she couldn't match that kind of competition.
She remembered the advice Harvey Hollis had given her, and she had no hesitation about taking it. If her talent couldn't win her the title, she was sure her body could – if she just used it right. It had made her Miss Oakdale, and it could make her Miss Green County.
The MC for this pageant was Joe Haynes, a local talk show host whom Wendy had seen many limes on television. He was perhaps thirty-five, ruggedly good-looking, and was one of the most sought-after bachelors in the state. Wendy figured he wouldn't be as easy to dazzle as Harvey Hollis, but she was certainly going to give it a try.
The night before the contest, Wendy declined to go out to dinner with the other girls and stayed in the cramped cheap motel room she shared with several other contestants. She bathed, washed her hair, and dressed carefully in a clinging blue jumpsuit. She brushed her long thick brown hair till it gleamed, and she applied just a minimum of make-up.
Then she went to Joe Haynes' hotel.
She felt a little nervous as she rang the buzzer of his suite. She wasn't ashamed of what she was doing – it was obviously the only way for her to win the contest – but she was afraid her plan wouldn't work. Joe Haynes was far more sophisticated than Harvey Hollis. He might be not at all impressed with a small-town girl like Wendy.
Haynes himself answered the door. Wendy gawked at him. He was even more attractive in person than on TV. Just over six feet tall, rangy, deeply tanned, he had a devastating grin and piercing grey-blue eyes. Wendy felt a flutter of lust in the pit of her stomach.
"Well, hello there," Haynes grinned. "What can I do for you?"
Wendy blushed and said nervously, "Mr. Haynes, I'm Wendy Evans, one of the contestants in tomorrow's pageant. I wonder if I could speak to you for a moment? I need your advice about something."
Haynes hesitated. He obviously liked her looks. He couldn't keep his eyes off her stunning figure in that form-fitting jumpsuit, and he seemed especially interested in her big thrusting breasts. But he kept looking back over his shoulder with an air of uneasiness.
"Well, I'd love to help you, honey," he said, "but maybe later. I'm a little busy right now."
A woman's voice came from somewhere in the room: "Aw, Joe, for chrissake, whoever it is, tell 'em to fuck off."
A tall blonde appeared behind him, a woman in her mid-twenties who made herself look much older with heavy make-up. She was wearing an outlandishly low-cut dress to show her ample tits. Even Wendy, an innocent small town girl, could tell the woman was a hooker.
"Tell the little bitch to split," the woman snapped.
Joe Haynes flushed red with anger and turned on the woman. "Look," he said, "I didn't ask you over to give advice. I don't like my personal conversations interrupted. Why don't you take your own advice and split?"
"Well, to hell with you," the blonde snarled. She snatched up a fur coat and angrily brushed by Wendy on her way out.
"Oh, Mr. Haynes," Wendy said contritely, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know you had company."
"Forget it," he said. "I can buy a dozen like her. Why don't you come in, uh – what was your name again?"
"Wendy Evans," she said meekly.
"Well, come on in, Wendy," he said. "We'll talk about your problem."
Wendy followed him into the expensively furnished hotel suite. She took a seat on the couch and felt more nervous than ever. She was actually alone with a well-known TV personality. The most famous person she'd ever met before was the Oakdale mayor, and he was hardly headline material.
"Drink, Wendy?" Joe Haynes' said. "I'm going to have a martini."
Wendy hesitated. She'd never had alcohol before. But she wanted to appear sophisticated, so she said, "Oh, sure, that would be fine."
Haynes brought the martinis and sat beside her on the couch, so close that their knees almost touched. Wendy wrinkled her nose at the taste of the martini but forced herself to drink it. She knew she could use the calming effect of the liquor.
"Well, now, dear, what can I do for you?" Haynes said.
Wendy swallowed hard. "Mr. Haynes," she said, "I want to be in the Miss North America pageant more than anything in the world. It just means everything to me. I'm willing to do whatever is necessary to win that contest tomorrow. I know I'm not as talented as some of the other girls, but there are things I can do that they won't do. Perhaps you understand what I mean."
She let it go at that. She couldn't help the deep blush that spread over her face as she waited for his reply. Joe Haynes studied her with a faint smile, then took a sip of his drink. It seemed a million years before he finally spoke.
"The contest means that much to you?" he said.
"Everything," Wendy said earnestly.
He reached out and unzipped her jumpsuit clear to her waist. Wendy flinched but forced herself to sit still, even to smile. Haynes studied her luscious large cream-pale tits which strained at the confinement of her little blue lace bra. His cool scrutiny made Wendy blush even harder.
"Wendy," he said, "how many guys have you balled?"
"Just one," she said meekly.
"And who was that?" he said. "Please, I have to know."
Wendy swallowed hard and said, "Harvey Hollis. Maybe you never heard of him."
"Oh, I've heard of old Harvey," Haynes chuckled. "Even met him. He was the MC for the Miss Oakdale contest last week, wasn't he? And I'll just bet that you're Miss Oakdale."
Wendy nodded.
Joe Haynes sighed. "Well, honey, you've certainly found one tried and true way to win beauty contests. It remains to be seen just how well you do it, though. Anyhow, I'm game. If you please me tonight, I can see that you win tomorrow."
"I'll try, Mr. Haynes," Wendy said eagerly.
"Joe," he said. "Now please stand up and take off your clothes."
Wendy felt greatly relieved that he'd agreed to her bargain – but she still had to please him, and that made her anxious. A handsome well-known man like Haynes must have had hundreds of girls in his time, and he wouldn't be easy to impress. Her sexual experience was almost non-existent. Nervously she got to her feet.
"Relax," Joe chuckled. "I won't bite. Just take your clothes off nice and slow, okay?"
"Okay, Joe," Wendy said timidly.
She unzipped her jumpsuit the rest of the way and wriggled out of the tight garment, standing before Joe in just her little blue bikini bra and panties. While he watched with a faintly amused smile, she unhooked her bra and slowly drew it off. She wished she could stop blushing – it looked so amateurish – but she couldn't help it.
Wendy dropped her bra on the floor. Joe ogled the superb firm thrust of her big melon-shaped tits. He studied the flawless creamy flesh of her boobs and her little beige nipples. His keen blue-grey eyes seemed to burn right through her body, and Wendy couldn't stop quivering.
"Gorgeous," he said at last. "If the contest was just based on boobs, you'd win the national title easily. But let's see the rest of you."
With trembling hands Wendy seized the waistband of her skimpy blue panties and slowly drew the garment down. She stood half turned away from Joe, so that he was able to see both the pert little globes of her ass and the lush brown curls of her small triangular bush. The panties slithered down her legs, and she stepped out of them, totally naked.
Again Joe took his time studying her body. Wendy felt like she was on stage. She struggled to control her nervous trembling as he gazed at her glossy brown muff, her long lovely legs, and her full ripe jugs. Finally he drained his martini glass and spoke.
"You have a fantastic body, Wendy," he said. "It all depends now on how you use it. For instance, you're much more attractive than that whore I just threw out of here, but can you match her talents in bed?"
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.
"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.