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.
Finally Hollis took a deep breath and said, "With your looks and with those improvements in your act, you'll probably win, Wendy. But I can't guarantee it. There's some awfully stiff competition. There's only one way you can be absolutely sure of winning the Miss Oakdale pageant."
"What's that. Mr. Hollis?" Wendy said anxiously.
Hollis got up and walked over to where Wendy stood, still resting from her dance routine. He put his hands on her bare shoulders and looked her right in the eye. His hands felt hot and sweaty on her naked flesh, and she wanted to cringe away from him. But that would hurt his feelings. Wendy stood still.
"Wendy," he said, a husky note in his voice, "if you were very very nice to me, I could guarantee you'd win the contest."
"I-I don't understand," Wendy said.
"Let me put it this way," Hollis said, his hands tightening on her silky-smooth shoulders. "I have every one of those judges in my pocket. They all owe me favors. I can name the winner even before the contest starts. And I'll name you, Wendy, if you do just one little thing for me."
Wendy was very excited. She didn't even care that Hollis' suggestion meant cheating. All she saw was a sure-fire way to win the contest. There were several other girls whose talent outshone hers and who were pretty enough to win. She didn't want to take that chance.
"What do you want me to do, Mr. Hollis?" she said eagerly.
He looked her in the eye and said, "Go to bed with me."
Wendy staggered back away from him, her face flaming with shock and shame. At last she understood why he'd given her special attention. He only wanted to get into her pants. The idea sickened her. And yet he'd promised that she'd win the Miss Oakdale title if she'd ball him.
"Think about it, Wendy," he said, hungrily eyeing her superb young body. "If you make love to me, here and now, you'll be Miss Oakdale tomorrow. But if you don't, I can't promise any special favors. One of the other girls could win."
Wendy swallowed hard. What was it to be, her virginity or the title? Her morals or her ambition? She didn't want to lose her innocence to this pudgy middle-aged arrogant man, but the beauty pageant meant everything to her, her ticket to fame and fortune.
"Come on, honey, it's not such a big deal," Hollis said with a grin. "Just one little fuck in exchange for a whole beauty contest. Seems like a bargain to me."
Wendy considered. The only man she'd ever wanted to give her cherry to was Dick, and he'd broken off their engagement and vowed never to see her again. All she had left now was her ambition to be Miss North America. And she realized that she'd do anything to get that title – anything.
"All right, Mr. Hollis," she said weakly.
He grinned and walked over to hug her. "That's the girl," he chuckled. "Now you're getting smart. And please start calling me Harvey, too, okay?"
"Yes, Harvey," Wendy said, resisting the urge to pull out of his hot sweaty embrace.
"Well, let's get on with it, then," he said eagerly. "Where's the bedroom?"
Trembling with nervousness, Wendy led him into her tiny bedroom. Hollis' eyed the single bed with a frown. "Honey," he said, "when you win a few more contests and make some bread, you can get yourself a fancier place. You won't have to live in this dump."
Wendy colored. "I'm only a waitress," she said. "We don't make a lot of money."
Hollis was unknotting his tie. "Well, you remember what you learned here tonight," he said. "You're a beautiful girl, and you can use your looks to get anything you want. You don't have to be a waitress, Wendy. You can go a lot farther than that."
His words were her only consolation as she watched him undress. She felt shame and disgust about going to bed with him, but he had at least told her something very valuable, that her outstanding looks could get a long way in life. Like now, for instance. She could buy the Miss Oakdale contest just by lending her body for one night.
Hollis removed his tie, jacket, and shirt. "Come on, baby," he said impatiently, "take off your clothes. We have to make this quick. My wife will be wondering where I am."
Wendy reddened and kicked off her high-heeled shoes. With the greatest reluctance she reached around to unhook the skimpy black sequined bra of her costume. She didn't want to appear naked before this man. But if it meant another step toward the goal of her dreams, she'd do it.
Hollis pulled off his T-shirt, revealing his wormy-white and slightly pudgy chest. There was a small patch of blond curls just over his breastbone. He stooped to take off his shoes and socks. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. As he lowered his pants, Wendy blushed, and looked away.
She knew he was getting impatient, so she gathered her nerve and quickly removed her bra. Her face flamed as her melon-sized tits wobbled out into their natural firm thrust. She heard Hollis' sharp intake of breath as he eyed her fantastic young boobs.
"Christ, honey, you are stacked," he said. "Great knockers."
Wendy just blushed harder, not knowing what to say to a remark like that. She heard Hollis wheezing a little as he stooped to get out of his pants and shorts. She didn't want to make him impatient, so she whisked off her panties and stood there totally naked.
"Oh, Jesus," Hollis sighed. "You are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."
At last Wendy forced herself to turn and look at him. He was naked, too, just standing there and gawking at her superb young body, his little grey eyes darting back and forth between her large ripe tits and the pretty little triangle of her muff.
Nothing about his body was attractive. Pale, a little flabby, and almost hairless, it didn't turn Wendy on in the least. But her curiosity led her to stare at his prick. It was slightly smaller than Dick's cock, perhaps six inches of rather thin pale meat, but it hugged his belly in a fierce erection.
Hollis' dick sprang from a sparse blond bush, the stalk milk-white and laced with faint little blue veins, the head swollen and purple and drooling bright little droplets of cock-juice. His rather small nut sacs were rosy-red and hairless, swollen up tight and round. Somehow Wendy didn't find his prick and balls nearly as handsome as Dick's.
But she'd made up her mind to fuck the guy, to win the contest, so she forced a little smile. Hollis responded with a big lusty grin and said, "Come on, let's go to bed."
Blushing and quivering, Wendy got onto the narrow bed and lay down on her back. Hollis was on her almost instantly, snorting with excitement, his hot pudgy body weighing her down. He pushed her silky thighs open and rammed the fat hard head of his cock against her tiny dry cunt mouth.
"Owwwww," Wendy cried.
Hollis snorted and pushed again, this time popping the swollen head of his prick about an inch into her virgin cunt. The pain was awful, and Wendy couldn't help breaking into tears. Hollis drew back in surprise and gawked at her for a moment. Then he gently withdrew his big hard cock-head from her tiny twat-mouth.
"Wendy," he said hoarsely, "why in hell didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"
"Does it matter?" Wendy sobbed.
"Christ, yes," Hollis said. He glanced at the bedside clock and went on, "Well, to hell with my wife. Let her stew. It's been years since I popped a cherry, and I want to do it right. We've gotta get you good and ready first, baby."
He reached down and gently slipped his hand over her dry unaroused pussy. He began to pet her there, gently but steadily, his fingers caressing all her most sensitive, places. His touch felt pleasant, and Wendy began to relax. She wondered if he could give her the hot excitement she'd felt when Dick played with her pussy.
Within a few moments she didn't have any doubts. Harvey Hollis was an expert when it came to finger-play. He tickled the horny little lump of her clit. He massaged the plump sensitive lips of her cunt. He rimmed the moist little mouth of her twat and even tickled the tight-clenched mouth of her brownie. It all felt delicious, and Wendy relaxed even more.
She was far from aroused, however. She already knew how much it hurt to have his swollen dick rammed into her virgin cunt, and she wasn't looking forward to a repeat. She wasn't turned on to Hollis himself, either. This was just a chore to be gotten through, the price she had to pay for becoming Miss Oakdale.
Hollis, panting and sighing, frigged her warm little pussy tirelessly. As he lay beside her and ran his fingers over her moist slit, she could feel his eager erect cock rubbing her thigh and leaving a wet trail of bubbling juice. She had to give him credit for his patience. He obviously wanted to ball her right now, but he was courteous enough to prepare her first.
"Relax, baby, just relax," he crooned. "I'll make you nice and wet, and then it won't hurt when we ball."
Wendy had her doubts about that, but she couldn't deny the growing pleasure she felt as he played with her pussy. He took her slick red clit between his fingers and began to knead it, just as Dick had done the other night only more expertly. Wendy felt a sudden blast of hot pleasure.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed.
"Yeah, feels nice, doesn't it?" Hollis whispered. "You just relax and dig it, honey."
Wendy had no trouble at all digging the sweet little spurts of pleasure she felt when he patiently and steadily frigged her supersensitive little joy button. It was the most delicious thing she'd ever experienced. Gradually her virgin pussy began to glow and melt.
"Is this good?" Hollis said in a hoarse eager voice. "Do you want more of it?"
"Y-Yes," Wendy gasped. "Yes, please."
He went on kneading her fat little clit between his fingers, getting her increasingly excited, and he extended another finger to swiftly rim the moist little mouth of her cunt. Wendy squeaked with surprise and pleasure. At last her virgin twat began to leak a little trickle of horny hot juice.
"You're getting there," Hollis whispered, "I can feel it. But I'll get you even wetter than that."
He kneaded her hot little clit faster, making Wendy gasp blissfully, and he went on rimming the small oozing mouth of her cunt. With his other hand he reached down between the pert little globes of her ass and found the wrinkled light-brown mouth of her bum hole.
He popped the tip of his finger right into the tight hot mouth of her asshole.
"Ooooooo," Wendy shrieked.
"Easy, easy," Hollis panted. "You'll get off on this, I promise."
Wendy's strict upbringing had of course never alerted her to the fact that her asshole could be a source of pleasure. At first she was only shocked and disgusted that he should put his finger up her ass. But when he started pumping his fingertip gently but steadily in her gripping brownie, she was astonished to feel hot lusty excitement.
"Ohhhh," Wendy moaned, "oh, my God."
"I told you so," Hollis chuckled. "Now just stay relaxed, baby, and let me get you real good and hot."
Wendy lay back limp and panting as he simultaneously frigged her clit, twat and asshole.
She could hardly believe the fantastic pleasure she felt. Dick was just an amateur compared to his guy. Harvey Hollis, though hardly a sex symbol, really knew how to turn a girl on.
His fingers seemed to be everywhere, stimulating every sensitive part of her pussy. Hot little streaks of pleasure radiated from her kneaded clit. Her tiny virgin cunt mouth leaked a growing flood of hot sticky juice around his rimming finger. Her horny little asshole gripped and squeezed his pumping fingertip.
"Ahhhhhhh," Wendy sighed, "it feels so good." Hollis chuckled. "I may not be much to look at," he said, "but I know how to make up for it."
Wendy had to agree. Physically he was a real turn-off, but his fingers were magic in her hot little pussy. Soon her virgin twat was gushing a huge river of fragrant sticky cunt-cream, and she could hardly control the horny writhing of her slim hips. Even Dick had never turned her on like this.
At last Hollis withdrew his cream-drenched hands from her pussy and said huskily, "I think you're ready now."
Wendy stiffened. She was horny as hell, yes, but she was terrified of having her cherry popped. Hollis gently pushed her long legs wide open and then bent them at the knees, fully exposing her lush red pussy. Wendy blushed deeply. Not even Dick had seen her scarlet slit in full light.
"Beautiful," Hollis sighed. "There's no need to blush, Wendy. Even your snatch is gorgeous. Now you just relax, honey, and I'll be as gentle as I can."
He scrambled between her legs and once more pressed the big hard head of his cock against her virgin cunt mouth. Wendy trembled uncontrollably. But this time he didn't just push roughly into her. He very gently and slowly eased the knobby head of his dick into her exquisitely tight cunt-mouth. Wendy felt the gradual stretching of her untried twat.
"Easy, easy," Hollis crooned.
He kept easing his cock into her, slowly stuffing her snug virgin cunt full of thick meat. It didn't hurt. In fact it felt wickedly exciting. Wendy moaned softly and creamed around his invading prick. But when he was about halfway into her, he encountered a fleshy barrier.
"This is gonna hurt for just a second, honey," he panted. "I gotta break through."
Before Wendy could even prepare herself, he jerked his hips sharply and popped her cherry in one sharp thrust, his thick meat butting her womb and stuffing her tiny twat completely full.
"Owwwww," Wendy wailed.
Hollis lay on her, panting. "It won't hurt any more," he told her. "That was the worst part. Now comes the fun."
Wendy didn't believe him till he began to ball her in slow deep strokes. She prepared herself for more pain, but all she felt was a rapidly mounting excitement as she felt a thick stiff cock working in her for the first time. Soon she was panting and clinging to Hollis and working her slim hips in time to his strokes.
"Is it good for you, honey?" he moaned. "You like it?"
"Oh, yes," Wendy cried, "yes, it's really good."
Hollis breathed a sigh of relief and began fucking her faster and harder. Wendy felt a red-hot melting sensation deep in her cunt, a delicious build-up of pleasure. As he balled her faster and faster, she realized that she was about to come.
"Oh, yes, yes," she wailed, "do it to me, fuck me."
A few more hard lunges of his prick, and she felt her whole body exploding in pleasure. She writhed and bucked and wailed beneath him, and each fierce thrust of his cock intensified her orgasm. Just as she felt her spasms dying away, Hollis yelped and began to shoot his load.
"Oh, Jesus," he gasped, "Awwwww."
Wendy took the delicious bath of his jism, but as soon as it was over, Hollis got up with an embarrassed look and put on his clothes. "Baby," he said shakily, "you are something else. I'm almost afraid of you. Believe me, nothing can stop you if you just play your cards right."
Wendy remembered his words the next afternoon when she was crowned Miss Oakdale.
As she was leaving the stage Hollis came up to her with an almost shy look and whispered, "Wendy, after the pageant, when you come back to Oakdale again, I'd love to see you."
Wendy smiled but passed him by without a word. She had no further use for him. She intended to leave Oakdale and Harvey Hollis far behind. She'd learned the power of her own luscious body, and she was going to use that power to go all the way to the top.