Wendy ran her hands down across Ellen's ass, tilted her head, and eased her mouth into Ellen's lips. This was the start! It might open a whole new area of sensual enjoyment. She might even get hooked on it. Plenty of women were too inhibited to try, and lots of others went two ways. Wendy's tongue flicked along Ellen's lips. Her hands tightened on Ellen's rump.
Oh, she feels just super! Wendy thought, shuddering. I love her big tits. I bet John does fuck her, and I'm gonna find out. She must be getting steady prick somewhere. Just imagine. She's never had a girl fuck! I'll pick her cherry and show her how two cunts can groove.
Ellen's arms glided around Wendy's neck. Ellen's lips opened, and a tremor ran up her robust figure. It was almost like her feeling for John, she had sensed this for a long time. Ellen was waiting to be tested, explored, and enjoyed. Wendy had not been this excited about a pussy for ages. Or maybe the sensations were so enervating because she had denied herself since the marriage.
One big thing in favor of making it with an attractive and willing chick was the unspoken understanding that there was no hurry. Damn few men realized this. A sensitive chick was a delicate instrument who needed oodles of playing and teasing before the prick went in. Wendy recalled a chick at college she had dated. They had fooled around for over two hours before the girl got off. Beautiful!
Feeling a girl climax was something special; and, usually, one was just a starter. Unless a man was very young and virile, that first big spurt took the fun out of it for the girl. Nothing was worse than a limp cock! Wendy had gone home disappointed after a lot of dates, having to finish her goodies up with her own fingers. But John could really fuck. He could screw for half an evening and not shoot his wad. Naturally, his prick wasn't in all that time, because he knew how to employ his hands and mouth.
When his big dick did finally throb out the load, it was an emotional experience! Nobody, girl or man, had ever twanged Wendy's fun strings so adeptly. And she was now learning to clench her cunt around his beautiful huge prong. Well, he would not be back in her for a few days-he was not Superman, so Ellen would do very nicely.
Wendy stabbed her tongue in and out of Ellen's mouth and pushed her tits into Ellen's pillowy boobs, hunching her cunt mound at the older woman's crotch. Ellen trembled. Her own tongue began to flirt, and her lips spread wider. She was really going for it!… Some fuck talk, a couple of drinks, a posh motel setup, and a little persuasion.
Wendy remembered how the cute cocktail waitress in the lounge had stared at Ellen's bulging tits.
"Yes, they're real, honey," Wendy remarked.
"Yeah, you'd know," the girl said archly.
"Go fuck yourself with a candle, sweetie," Wendy giggled. "You're just jealous."
"Well, piss on you, baby," the girl sneered. "I go for prick."
"Buzz off before I call the manager," Wendy smiled.
When the girl flounced away, Ellen giggled. "Some conversation!"
"Oh, I was in here about two weeks ago, and she said she'd spread out for me for fifty bucks. Cheap whore."
"I didn't know so much of that was going on," Ellen said.
"You just never know who's humping who these days," Wendy said. They both laughed.
Now, feeling Ellen's resilient ass in her hands and her tongue squirming in her mouth, Wendy knew she had it made. The rest would be like picking ripe grapes. Ellen was a fine, eager, sensuous piece. Things at home would be much more titillating, and just maybe John would go for a threesome.
Ellen was beginning to adore this young, fragrant pussy. Her clit was rising, her nipples erecting, and cozy thrills were fanning out from her cunt. With a new man she would be terribly uncertain, John had spoiled her, because he was so damned wonderful. She could even imagine he was caressing her and drawing the fun from her body.
Even after all these years, the memory of Earl pumping away between her legs with his inadequate little cock that had not even punctured her hymen was the big reason she had not tried other men. A smooth, pretty, and knowing girl was a whole new game. Because John was fucking Wendy all the time, it seemed to make this more provocative.
Wendy's mouth swerved aside. She breathed in Ellen's ear. "Oh, this is gonna be good, honey. I can tell."
"When do we start fucking?" Ellen whispered.
"Nnnnnnn!" Wendy giggled. "Already?"
"I think I was ready at the house and wouldn't admit it."
"Well, let's get these damn clothes off and groooove," Wendy purred.
Ellen felt a sweet, warm glow that was caused partly by the drinks and partly the sexy motel atmosphere. Wendy had been right not to do this at home in the middle of the day. Helene Fancher, the attractive divorcee from next door, had a habit of dropping by, or the phone would ring. Also, John and Cindi might return too soon.
Wendy stepped back and began to unfasten her blouse. Her dark eyes were shiny, and a faint flush was on her throat. It was easy to see why John enjoyed her well-structured body. It was daintily curved and pouted in all the right places. She was centerfold material with a bit of extra padding. He had never cared for skinny girls.
Ellen didn't like undressing in front of anybody, even John. But this was a horse of another color. She wanted to show Wendy she had an attractive bod herself. As her pants top came away, Wendy smiled.
"Those are something, honey."
"What do they say-a girl without tits goes without?" Ellen giggled. The view of Wendy's boobs in the lacy black bra gave her a twinge in the pussy. She was enjoying it. Maybe it explained why women liked to see strip shows, why girls were always the decorative element in night clubs, not men.
"Will you please get some modish clothes to wear at home?" Wendy said. "John likes to look, even if he doesn't touch."
"Okay," Ellen laughed. "What would you say if he did touch?"
"I wouldn't get too jealous, honey," Wendy purred. "Some men do keep two women, you know."
Wendy shook with excitement. Ellen's figure was all the pants suit had promised-and more. Her big-coned tits jutted out. She had dressed for fun; the matching red panties were as sexy as the bra. The dark nylons made her full legs mouthwatering, and her cunt hair was blonde, not auburn.
"Are you saying John can give me a little?" Ellen said, her voice trembling.
"He's crazy if he hasn't already," Wendy giggled.
Ellen flushed. Wendy knew damn well he had been there. Ellen's "plain" image around the house had not fooled a stud like John. I should be sore. Most brides would be. But if I get her, too, I can't knock it! I wonder if she'd go for a threesome?
"Well, he needs a young girl like you, Wendy," Ellen breathed.
"Oh, let's have our fun and work out from there, honey," Wendy giggled, catching Ellen around the waist again. She steered the lush redhead to the love-seat and they both sat, Ellen on the left. Their mouths joined again. Wendy reached for Ellen's bulging tits and fondled their lacy-cupped peaks.
Ellen whined, her tongue leaping into Wendy's mouth and her rich thighs opening wide. Her nipples stiffened in the scented bra cups. Talk about an eager beaver! Feeling a sensual woman respond so swiftly and hungrily shot rippling tingles through Wendy's loins. It would not take long to pop Ellen's fun gun. Not long at all!
Ellen soaked in the dreamy thrills as if she were a sponge. Somehow, this satisfied a new hunger in her being-a little bit like masturbating, but much sweeter. Sharing sex was so much better! Maybe she had been a latent lesbian all her life, Wendy was just bringing it out. She would not have to think about John at all. She loved every caress and tongue jab from Wendy.
Ellen reached her right hand down to Wendy's black bikini panties and the brunette spread her legs. Ellen cupped the dainty cunt swell, and felt wetness on her palm. It was something to hold another girl's sex. Wendy shivered. Her hips lifted on Ellen's fingers, and their tongues did a frenzied, sensuous dance, their lips writhing and mashing.