Norma Egan - Virgin in heat

When Horn arrived to pick her up, Wendy was wearing a short blue dress with a high collar, her gleaming brown hair hanging straight and loose down her back. She wore no make-up except for a little touch of pink lip gloss. The senator nodded approvingly, no doubt thinking he was about to seduce a country virgin.

He took Wendy to a posh supper club and then invited her up to his hotel suite for a nightcap. Wendy "innocently" accepted. In the luxurious suite, he fixed her a gin and tonic strong enough to fell a horse. Wendy sipped it carefully. She was acquiring a taste for liquor, but she still was no pro at handling it.

Horn sat down beside her on the couch, only a few inches away, and casually draped an arm around her shoulders. He smiled his professional winner's smile and said, "Now, tell me, my dear, what are your ambitions in life?"

Wendy fluttered her long eyelashes at him and said, "There's one thing I want in the whole world, Senator Horn. I want to be Miss North America."

Horn chuckled, patted her shoulder, and said, "Well, that means you have to win the contest tomorrow, doesn't it, dear?"

"Oh, yes," Wendy said breathlessly, "and I'm so nervous about it, Senator. I know my act just doesn't compete with some of the others. But it would just break my heart if I didn't win."

Horn's eyes strayed to the magnificent thrust of her firm young boobs. "I must agree that your act needs some improvement, Wendy," he said, "but there may be a way that you can win the contest in spite of it."

It was Wendy's big moment. Blue eyes wide and eager, she looked at him and exclaimed, "Oh, what is it, Senator? I'd do anything to win that title, just anything."

Senator Walter Horn smiled like a cat that had eaten just a canary. "Well, my dear," he said, "I have a great deal of influence. I could guarantee that title for you, if you did just a little something for me."

"Anything," Wendy gushed.

Still smiling, he reached out and put a hand on her tits.

Wendy tried hard to blush. She was rapidly losing the knack. But she did manage to look suitably shy and embarrassed. She lowered her eyes modestly while the senator stroked her big firm tits through her blue cotton dress.

"You understand, my dear?" he said huskily.

"Yes, Senator," Wendy said demurely.

"Good," he purred. "Call me Walt, by the way. We needn't be formal any longer. Let's just see what we can do to make each other feel good."

He leaned over and kissed her. He smelled of cigars and booze, but Wendy managed to fake her enthusiasm, letting her lips fall open and allowing him to snake his wet hot tongue deep into her mouth. She gave little murmurs and squeaks as he hungrily kissed her, as if she were both shy and turned on.

Horn ended the kiss flush-faced and panting. For once his power of words failed him, and he simply grabbed Wendy and slumped down on the couch, taking her with him. He kissed and pawed her for some time, running his hands feverishly all over her lovely tall body. Wendy kept up her act, pretending to be both frightened and aroused.

Finally Horn calmed himself to the point of being able to remove her clothes. Wendy lowered her eyes shyly as he fumbled with the buttons of her dress. He drew the garment off and tossed it to the floor. His eyes were slitted and lusty as he admired her in just her white cotton bra and panties.

"You're lovely, my dear," he sighed, "one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. You're sweet and innocent, too. I like that. Too many girls your age have seen too much and done too much."

Wendy smiled. She'd chosen her act well. As Horn fumbled with the hook of her bra, he was no doubt anticipating the seduction of a totally innocent small-town girl. Wendy didn't care what he thought, so long as she excited and pleased him. Winning the state title was all that mattered to her.

Horn drew off her bra and gawked at her superb young breasts. They stood up firm and pointed, even though she was lying on her back. Her little light brown nipples were soft and inviting, and the flesh of her tits was creamy-smooth and flawless. Horn gave a big lusty sigh.

"My God, my God," he said, "I haven't seen such a fine pair of boobs since – well, never mind, that was a long time ago. You're gorgeous, Wendy, just gorgeous."

"Thank you, Walt," Wendy chirped.

He quickly tugged down her panties and exposed the glossy brown triangle of her muff. He petted the soft, warm curls, breathing hard. Wendy was getting just a little impatient. She didn't understand why he had to spend so much time just gawking at her. Why didn't he ball her and get it over with?

She didn't betray her impatience, though. She just lay there looking innocent and submissive. Really, it didn't matter how long she had to stay with him or what she had to do to please him, just as long as she got that title. The state beauty crown would be worth any amount of effort.

"Open your legs for me, my dear," Horn said hoarsely. "Show me your pussy."

"Pussy?" Wendy said, faking innocence.

Horn chuckled and said, "My my, you really are naive, aren't you, darling? A pussy is all this pretty stuff you've got between your legs. Let me have a look."

Wendy obediently opened her long lovely legs, spreading them wide apart and drawing them back at the knees. Her lush red slit was totally exposed. Horn gawked hungrily at her bright scarlet button of a clit, the shadowed moist mouth of her cunt, and the little wrinkle of her bumhole. He sighed and licked his lips.

Then he reached out and used a fingertip to tickle the rosy little bud of her clit. "Did anyone ever do that to you before, dear?" he said.

"Noooo," Wendy lied. "Oh, wow, it feels nice."

"I can make it feel even better," Horn grinned. Wendy was perfectly willing to let him try. The guy didn't turn her on at all, but she loved having her pussy played with, no matter who did it. She lay back with a happy sigh, keeping her legs wide open, while Horn took her sensitive joy button between his fingers and began to knead it.

"Ooooooo," Wendy squealed.

This time she wasn't faking her pleasure. Senator Horn wasn't a skilled pussy-frigger like Joe Haynes, but he did plenty well enough, sending little jolts of sweet sensation through her belly as he busily kneaded her hot moist clit. Soon her small recessed cunt-mouth started to leak a bright trickle of juice.

Horn watched her with a lusty grin, his eyes skipping back and forth to gauge her total reaction. He watched the horny little smile that spread on her face, and he observed her big melon-like tits swelling up with arousal. He watched the steady river of bright fragrant cunt-cream that flowed from her tiny twat.

"Does this feel good to you, dear?" he crooned.

"Oh, gosh, yes," Wendy panted. "I just love it, Walt. It makes me feel so – gee, I don't know…"

"Horny, my dear," he chuckled, "horny."

He squeezed his fingers tighter around her hot slick joy button and kneaded it faster and faster. Wendy was really getting off on it, her aroused cunt gushing a molten river of juice, her slim hips writhing. She'd come a long way in just a few weeks. She was no longer ashamed to show a man her naked pussy, no longer ashamed to go wild with horny pleasure before his leering eyes.

"My God, you really are getting off on this," Horn said delightedly. "You're a natural, my dear. A lot of women just fake it to get what they want, but not you."

He knew she wasn't faking it because he could see every sign of her arousal, every symptom she couldn't control. He could see her lovely big tits swelling up hot and full, and he could watch the way her superb young body was flushing pink with arousal. Above all he could see the growing river of steamy cream that gushed from her horny little cunt.

"Ummmmm," Wendy sighed, "Ummmmm."