Wendy's hand, sweated as she held the phone.
"Dick?" she said. "This is Wendy. I just got back to town. I-I'd like to see you very much, Dick."
There was a short pause on the other end of the line, and then Dick said, "Sure, Wendy. I have to do some overtime at the factory tonight, but I could drop by around eight."
Wendy breathed a big sigh of relief. "That would be fine, Dick," she said, "just fine."
She hung up and glanced around her dingy little apartment. She didn't anticipate living there very long. Soon she and Dick would be mated and have theft own house. They'd need a house, because Wendy intended to have kids, at least two, a boy and a girl.
All the cold glamour of the beauty pageant scene had taught her that what she really wanted and needed was a simple small-town life with Dick. She'd been with many wealthy and well-known men, but she hadn't loved them and they hadn't loved her. She knew now that the only man who really mattered in her life was Dick.
Wendy tidied up the apartment and put on clean jeans and a prim cotton shirt. She brushed her thick glossy brown hair straight down her back, the way Dick had always liked it. She didn't need any make-up. Dick had never approved of it. At eight o'clock she was waiting for him, happy and excited.
He was right on time. When Wendy opened the door and saw him, she gave a delighted little cry and threw herself into his arms. He was just as she remembered him, tall and well-built and handsome. She didn't mind that his brown hair was unfashionably short, didn't mind that he had no fortune or fame. All she wanted was to be with him again, this time for good.
Dick gave her a squeeze and released her, then looked her over. "Well, well," he said, "so this is the famous beauty queen? I expected you to be wearing diamonds and an evening dress."
"I didn't think you'd be impressed, Dick," Wendy said shyly. "I decided to dress just like I used to. Please, come in and sit down. I'll make coffee."
"I'd rather have a beer, if you've got any," Dick said, lounging on the couch.
"Oh, of course," Wendy said. "I'll join you." She was surprised. Dick had never shown any interest in alcohol before. But she was glad he'd requested it. She was dying for a drink herself.
She opened two cans of beer and brought them to the couch. She handed Dick his and sat down beside him and said, "Well, how have things been with you, Dick? Everything's gone okay, I hope?"
"I can't complain," he said after taking a big pull on his beer. "Got promoted at the factory. Got a new car. Of course all that kind of stuff must seem pretty boring to you, after the things you've done."
"Oh, Dick, let's just forget about that, okay?" Wendy said. "You were right in the first place. I should never have entered that contest. I should have stayed right here where I belong – with you."
She gave him a melting look, and it wasn't faked. Dick had always turned her on like crazy, and now he excited her more than ever. She felt a hot wet horny sensation in her pussy just from looking at him, and she became almost unbearably aroused when she imagined fucking him for the first time.
Dick grinned and set aside his beer and swept her into his arms. As he started to kiss her, Wendy felt her aroused cunt gushing a big glob of steamy juice that moistened the crotch of her panties. Last time she and Dick had been together, she'd refused to go all the way with him. That seemed a million years ago. She sure as hell wasn't going to hold out tonight.
"Ummmmm," she sighed.
She clung to Dick, running her hands eagerly over his big hard body while he worked his wet hot tongue deep in her mouth. No man had ever excited her so powerfully. They were only kissing, and already she was quivering with lusty need. She returned his kiss, thrusting her little pink tongue back and forth over his tongue.
Then Dick reached for the buttons of her shirt, and Wendy didn't try to stop him.
He went on kissing her, deeply and hungrily, while he unbuttoned her shirt. Last time he'd been inexperienced and clumsy, but this time he didn't falter. He had her shirt open and off in a matter of seconds. Then he broke the kiss and admired her big ripe breasts as they strained at the tight confinement of her little blue lace bra.
"Pretty fancy underwear," he teased. "Same rich dude give that to you?"
Wendy laughed and said, "Oh, Dick, don't be silly. I treated myself to a few new things while I was away, but I haven't changed all that much."
"Oh, yeah?" he grinned. "Let's see."
Deftly he reached around her and unhooked her bra. The flimsy little garment popped open and released her large melon-shaped breasts which poked out saucily, the little brown nipples just grazing Dick's shirt. He tossed her bra carelessly on the floor and grabbed her big creamy-pale jugs.
"Oh, God, Dick," Wendy gasped.
His touch was rough but exciting. He first cupped her heavy firm tits in his work-callused hands, then squeezed and molded the sensitive silky globes. Wendy leaned back against the couch and watched him play with her tits, her horny little cunt burning and creaming with excitement. It aroused her hotly to watch his strong hands squeezing the soft pale flesh of her boobs.
"So have I changed?" she sighed.
"Your tits sure haven't," Dick chuckled. They're just as great as ever.
Wendy blushed slightly. Dick had never used crude words around her before. He seemed to have grown older, harder, in the few weeks they'd been apart. He seemed much more of a man, not a boy. He handled her hot silky tits with hungry confidence.
Then he pushed Wendy down on her back and lay down beside her. He cupped her left breast and squeezed it up taut and pointed, bringing the soft light-brown nipple to his lips. His wet red tongue darted out, and he used the slick hot tip to tickle her tender little nipple. Wendy felt another hot burst of cream from her aroused twat.
"Oh, Dick," she sighed, "you've always gotten me so excited."
He paused in his hungry nipple-licking and laughed. "Yeah, I really got you turned on that last night we were together, didn't I?" he said. "We almost went all the way."
Wendy cast him another hot melting look. "It's not too late for that yet, Dick," she said huskily.
He just grinned and went back to tonguing her tender little nipple. Wendy could feel little bunts of pleasure running right down her body, from bar highly receptive nipple to the drooling little mouth of her cunt. Her whole pussy was swelling with arousal now, growing plump and hot and moist.
Then Dick suddenly popped her nipple into mouth and began sucking loudly on it.
"Oh, God," Wendy gasped. "Yes, Dick, suck my tit. I just love that."
If Dick was shocked at her language, he didn't show it. On the contrary, it seemed to excite him to hear her talk dirty for the first time. He sucked faster and harder on her dainty little bud, his hot saliva bathing her nipple deliciously. Soon the crotch of her panties was soaked with steamy cunt-cream.
Wendy panted as she felt her nipple going stiff and erect in his mouth. Dick sucked on it a little longer, lashing it with his slick tongue-tip, then released it. The shining bud, the color of coffee and cream, stood straight up, rigid and bumpy. Her other nipple was still soft and smooth.
"They don't match any more," he chuckled. "Guess I have to do the other one, too."
"I'd love that, Dick," Wendy sighed.
She lay back limp and submissive as Dick took her right nipple into his mouth and began to suck loudly on it. As far as she was concerned, she belonged to him totally, and he could do anything be wanted with her. For too long she'd been giving her lovely young body to men she disliked. Now she was giving herself to a man she loved with all her heart.
While Dick sucked hard and hungrily on her tender little nipple, Wendy reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. She was glad he was wearing a T-shirt. She only had to unbutton him, and then she could rub her left nipple against the crisp brown hairs of his chest. It tickled and yet it was hotly exciting.
It occurred to her that she and Dick had never seen each other naked in the light. She was certainly going to do something about that. But she didn't intend to rush. She wanted to prolong and savor every delicious second of their first fuck, and she sensed that Dick felt the same way.
Finally he released her second nipple, and it popped wetly from his mouth to stand erect and gleaming just like the other one. He gave her big hot silky tits one last hungry squeeze, then reached for the zipper of her jeans. Again Wendy didn't make a murmur of protest. She wasn't the shy and modest virgin of last month. She was an experienced lusty woman, and she could hardly wait to take Dick into her bed.
"Not so shy any more, are you?" he said with a grin.
"Not for you," Wendy answered in a husky voice. "You can do anything you want with me, Dick. You were right the first time – you've earned it."
He grinned and tugged open her zipper. When he seized her jeans and started pulling them down. Wendy raised her round little ass to help him got her jeans at sandals off in one deft movement, leaving her in just her dainty blue lace bikini panties.
"Dick," Wendy giggled, "I can't help noticing that you seem a lot more experienced since the last time we were together."
"Yeah, well. I figured you weren't coming back," he said, "so I balled quite a few chicks around town. They say experience is the best teacher, right?"
Wendy felt a burst of jealousy and pain. She could hardly bear the thought of Dick fucking other women. But what could she say? She'd been pretty promiscuous herself. She just hoped he wouldn't notice. She wanted him to think she was still a virgin, that she'd saved herself for him.
In any case, whoever Dick had been balling had taught him a lot. He didn't just rip her panties right off and jump on her. Instead he propped himself on an elbow and admired the little pout of her bush where it mounded under the lacy blue panties. He put his hand on the little hill and rubbed it.
Wendy moaned and squirmed with horny excitement. Just having Dick rub her bush through her panties was a turn-on, and she could feel the gentle massage in her clit and pussy-lips. More hot steamy cream gushed from her box and made a wet stain on the crotch of her panties. Dick noticed it and grinned.
"You like this kind of stuff, huh?" he said.
"From you, yes," Wendy sighed.
Dick petted her warm little mound awhile longer, then seized the waistband of her panties and tugged the little garment off. Again Wendy raised her ass to assist him. Then he stared hungrily at her lovely little brown bush. Wendy felt so excited she could hardly lie still. It wouldn't be long now before she took his cock for the very first time.
"Dick," she said hoarsely, "aren't you going to take off your clothes, too?"
"Nope," he said. "I thought I'd let you take them off."
"Oh, of course," Wendy said, hastily sitting up, her big full breasts wobbling.
She drew off his shirt, then knelt and took off his work boots and heavy socks. Her hands were trembling when she finally got to the fly of his jeans. She tugged open the zipper and saw that he wasn't wearing shorts. Dick lifted his trim ass a little so she could pull off his jeans. Then she gazed ravenously at his cock.
His prick was just as handsome as she remembered from that one moonlit night that they'd been naked together, only now in the light of the room she could see it much better. Seven inches of thick pale blue-veined meat sprang from a nest of crisp curls, and the head of his cock was big, knob-shaped and purple. Below hung his handsome rosy balls, full and taut.
As Wendy gazed longingly at his erect prick, she felt sticky hot cunt juice running down her inner thighs. Never in her life had she felt so hotly turned on by a man. She wanted that big stiff dick in her cunt, but she also wanted to touch it, play with it, taste it. After all, it belonged to the man she loved, and she wanted to enjoy it in every possible way.
"Dick," she said shyly, "do you mind if I go down on you?"
"Hell, no," he laughed.
He sat back on the couch, and Wendy knelt on the rug between his legs. She just hoped he wouldn't get curious about where she'd learned so many new tricks, because she just couldn't hold herself back. She had to get her hands on his cock – not to mention her lips and mouth and tongue.
She seized the stiff hot pole of dick in her little fist and tenderly bent his cock forward a little to meet her mouth. His cock-head looked huge and delicious to her, and it was drooling little bright bubbles of juice. First Wendy adoringly kissed the hot hard head of his prick. Then her little pink tongue flashed out to lick the bulbous purple cock-head.
"Jesus," Dick gasped, "Nice."
It was the first time he'd really lost his cool since he arrived, and Wendy was glad she still had the power to excite him. She began to lick up his bubbling cock-juice, lapping up and swallowing each tasty droplet. She made a hungry little gurgling noise in her throat as she ate him. She didn't have to fake her excitement with Dick. It was real.
When she'd licked his big hard cock-head clean of the salty juice, she started to tongue lower, swishing her slick little tongue around and around the thick throbbing shaft of his cock. Dick slumped back against the couch with a horny grin on his face, obviously enjoying every moment of her ravenous tonguing.
"That's it, baby," he sighed, "lick that meat. Lick it all over."
Again Wendy was a little shocked at his language. It wasn't like the old gentlemanly Dick to talk that way. Probably the women he'd been running around with had taught him to do it. She put it out of her mind and went on hungrily licking and lashing his big handsome prick.
She licked all the way down his shaft, covering it completely with her shining saliva, and then trailed her slick little tongue right through the crisp clean brown hairs of his bush. She pressed her stiff hot tongue tip against his swollen red balls and began to tickle the warm taut bags.
"Oh, Christ, yeah," Dick gasped, "lick my nuts. I really get off on that."
Again Wendy felt a surge of jealousy. Obviously Dick had completed his sex education while she was away, and he seemed to have done it with some very experienced women. Well, she'd just have to do it better. She intended to keep him faithful when they were married, so she'd better be the best piece of ass he'd ever had.
Impulsively Wendy opened her mouth and took both his swollen nut sacs inside, sucking them hotly.
Dick bawled.
He moaned steadily, hoarsely, as she subjected his full taut nut sacs to a swift greedy sucking. Then she released the spit-soaked bags and quickly licked up the shaft of his cock again till she reached the huge swollen head. She popped the fat cock-head into her mouth and started giving him a hard hungry blow-job.
"That's good, baby, real good," Dick panted, his face flushed with arousal, his horny grin broader than ever. "But take in more of it. Suck my whole cock."
Wendy doubted for a moment that she could take all of his seven-inch fuck into her small mouth. But she loved him, and she'd try anything he wanted. She opened her throat and plunged her head downward, taking his thick meat in all the way to his hot swollen nuts. The huge hard head of his prick jammed right down her throat, and she steeled herself not to gag.
"That's it," Dick groaned, "you got the whole thing. Now really suck that fucker. Suck it hard."
Wendy obeyed, though again she was put on his lap as she gave him the most expert blowjob she could manage, working his slick hot meat violently in her mouth and throat. Dick slumped back against the couch, moaning hoarsely with pleasure.
Wendy could have gone on sucking his delicious meat all night, but after awhile Dick gasped, "Okay, that's enough. Now I wanta ball you."
Wendy released his spit-soaked cock from her mouth and watched it snap up wetly to hug his belly. "Shall we go into the bedroom?" she said.
"Nothing wrong with the floor," Dick grinned. Wendy was a little disappointed, as she'd wanted their very first fuck to be more romantic. But she did as he wanted, going to the center of the room and lying down on her back. She spread her lovely long legs to show him the rich red flesh of her gash. Dick grinned lustily as he studied her naked pussy, then walked over to join her.
"Roll over," he said. "I wanta get in from behind."
Again Wendy felt disappointment, but she didn't hesitate to do as he asked. After all, when they were married they'd have years together, plenty of time to fuck in every possible way. She got on her hands and knees and poked her saucy little ass up in the air.
Dick dropped to his knees behind her and wedged the big hard head of his cock into her wet little cunt-mouth. As she received the very first cock-thrust from the man she loved, Wendy moaned hoarsely, ecstatically. Dick pushed into her womb in one steady motion, stuffing her red-hot cunt deliciously, and then started to ball her hard and fast and deep.
"Oh, God, Dick," Wendy wailed, clawing the rug in her excitement, "I love it. Yes, yes, fuck me, darling, ball me. Yes."
Dick balled her almost savagely for a few moments, then whipped his cream-soaked cock from her cunt and rammed it up the tiny tight mouth of her asshole.
"Uhhhihhh," Wendy groaned.
He was going into her too fast and hard, and it hurt like hell, but she stifled her cries and took it. She loved him, and he could do whatever he wanted with her. Dick grunted and panted as he raped her little hot asshole, plunging his thick meat deep into her bowels. He ass-fucked her brutally for about a minute, then groaned and came.
Almost instantly he pulled out and began to dress. Wendy felt deeply disappointed. She hadn't come, and he hadn't even tried to get her off. But perhaps it was just over excitement on his part at balling her for the first time. Things would get better later.
"Dick," she said meekly, "when can we get married?"
He smiled at her, but his smile was cold and cruel. "Married?" he laughed. "Forget it, bitch. News gets around. I heard how you tried to fuck your way to the top. I don't intend to marry a slut. I'm getting mated next week to Sandy Johnson – maybe you remember her from school. A real nice girl. She's a virgin, too. She loved me enough to save it for me."
Wendy gasped with anguish. She felt too stunned to speak. Dick finished dressing, walked to the door, and said, "So long, whore."
Wendy sobbed her heart out. There seemed nothing left for her now. She couldn't bear the thought of staying in Oakdale and seeing Dick married to Sandy, seeing them raise kids and grow old together. She had to get out. But where could she go and what could she do?
Then she remembered that Arthur Williams' unlisted phone number was in her purse. The old man had written it down for her and asked her to call him if she ever changed her mind about becoming his mistress. It would be an existence without love, without excitement, without the husband and children she wanted, but at least she'd be secure.
Arthur Williams could give her everything – cars, money, clothes, jewels, travel. He could give her everything but what she needed most, the thing she'd lost when Dick walked out. She needed to care deeply for a man, but she felt she never would care again.
Wendy picked up the phone, dialed, and said, "Operator, I want to place a collect call to New York City…"