kept house for John before her marriage to him was a little suspect to Wendy. He always claimed he preferred young pussy. But Ellen was a doll, so friendly and efficient. Wendy was used to being pampered at home, so she accepted the situation gladly.
If John did give Ellen some of that huge cock, he was very careful about it. A stud like John was bound to get some on the side. Cute girls drooled whenever they saw him, because he radiated an electrical charisma that said 'Fuck with me.' Now, flirting with Ellen was bringing Wendy's old hunger for cunt back into focus again.
Of course, the real prize would be delicate, leggy Cindi! She was begging to be humped. That tight little ass and those high hard titties, the full flower of her lips-it was a naive kind of shyness. Giving that little cunt some head would be far out. Seeing Cindi in a mini-bikini invariably got Wendy excited.
But Cindi could see nobody but her father. There was something a bit unnatural there. It was more than just a girlish, innocent adoration. John never talked about Cindi's mother, his first wife. It had been years before, anyway. Wendy believed in living for today. If she grew tired of the setup here, she could easily snare another husband or lover.
'Thanks for the compliment, honey,' Wendy said, at last. She stretched daintily, the movement pushing her tits out. The robe parted so that her nipples were almost visible. Somehow, the day after a. fuck she was almost as horny as before getting one.
'I'd better get busy,' Ellen said, her voice slightly edgy.
'Oh, let's give it a try, Ellen,' Wendy giggled. 'You look like you could use some, and I know I could.'
Ellen felt a hot flash, a kind of dizziness. She had planned to enjoy several afternooners with her vibrating dildo. She was always high for a day or two after one of those magical evenings with John. If this would lead to a party, a delicious threesome, she'd try anything!
'Nothing ventured,' Ellen said, and left the rest of it dangling. 'Where do we go?'
'So we don't get interrupted, let's get a motel room, huh?' Wendy smiled, wetting her lips with her tongue tip. 'It's been a long time.'
An hour later, after two cocktails apiece in a lounge near the motel, they moved into the room Wendy had rented. It was very luxurious, thick blue carpeting, rich drapes, several deep chairs and a love seat, a wide bed with a wild red counterpane. Wendy had put on a short skirt and snug jersey. She looked more like nineteen than twenty-three.
Ellen wore an outfit she had bought for a vacation trip to Montana: form-fitting pants and a top that did great things for her breasts and slender waist. Though Wendy had already complimented her on the big change in her appearance, she had really wanted John to see her in it first. She had also combed out her hair; its light-red tint was to keep people from noticing any resemblance between herself and her blond brother.
'Damn, you ought to fix up like that around the house, honey,' Wendy cooed, wiggling up in front of Ellen. 'Beautiful tits and ass.'
Ellen shivered. She had blown hot and cold since they had left the house. It was all so different! Imagine dressing up for a date with a girl young enough to be her daughter-her brother's seductive wife! John must never know about their going to a motel for a lesbian fuck. But then, lots of women did. At least it was not incest!
'I hope it works out,' Wendy said, hesitantly. Underneath the pants ensemble she wore sheer red undies and long black nylons, the things John liked her to put on when they had their fun. She felt sexier in them.
'Don't be up tight,' Wendy giggled, slipping her arms around Ellen's waist. 'I turn on good in motels. We have all the time we want. Mmmmm, you feel neat.'
Their covered breasts touched, then Wendy's hips pushed inward and Ellen felt a tingle. She had to admit she was curious. She had never really chummed with girls her age, although she often looked at pretty girls and wondered whether they were good fucking-with men. Her abiding interest was prick, especially John's.
In one way she was trapped. Getting along with John's new young piece was imperative right now. He had promised to consider some kind of future arrangement of their all living together, but there was always Cindi to consider. She was a sweet, lovely girl. That she played with her pussy for kicks was only natural, but if she imagined she was fucking her father…
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
