"Oh, God, Dick," she moaned, "ohhhh."

Her aroused nipple suddenly wept erect and throbbing in his mouth. He released it and dived for the other nipple, which was still soft and tender. A few moments' hot sucking and her right nipple, too, went stiff and supersensitive in his mouth.

"Dick," Wendy moaned, "you've got to stop. You're getting me too excited."

Dick let her stiff spit-soaked nipple slip from his mouth – but he wasn't finished with her yet. Before Wendy could even catch her breath, he was pushing her skirt up around her waist and tugging at her little white lace panties. Wendy shrieked in alarm and grabbed his hands.

"Dick," she gasped. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I want you," he said hoarsely. "Dammit, Wendy, I've waited two years for you, and that's enough. If you're going off on that damned pageant, I want what's coming to me."

He seized her hands in one big strong paw, holding her arms aside, and with his free hand, he tugged down her panties. Wendy went red with embarrassment and tried to squirm away, but he was too strong for her. To her shame and horror, he managed to pull her panties all the way off, exposing the pretty little brown triangle of her bush.

"Oh, Jesus," Dick moaned.

Wendy was speechless. It was too late to cover herself and all she could do was join Dick staring wonderingly at her glossy brawn muff. No one had ever seen it before but Wendy herself. And she was completely naked except for her short skirt pushed up around her waist.

"My God, you're beautiful," Dick sighed.

He reached out and put his hand on the fluffy warm curls of her bush. In spite of her fright and embarrassment, Wendy felt instant excitement. She'd never allowed Dick to touch her below the waist before, and she hadn't realized how hotly arousing it would be.