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.
'Uhhhh!' Wendy breathed, breaking the kiss. 'Get these panties off and let's fuck!'
'Yessss!' Ellen gasped, shaking with lust. 'God, I need it!'
As they stood, undies flew right and left. They kicked off their sandals and rushed to the bed. Ellen felt the warm, silky body glide between her opening thighs. She tipped her cunt upward, and Wendy's bare pussy squished down and in. Ellen's cute ass bucked. How strange and wonderful it was having a girl.
'Ohhhh, that's good cunt!' Wendy panted, grinding her butt. The sticky, slippery joining was hot and velvety. Feeling Wendy's shapely tits caressing her high, peaked breasts, was a heavenly variation of regular sex for Wendy. Ellen's clit tensed, and furious pangs of need gripped her crotch. Her cunt mouth twitched the way it did around John's huge cockhead!
'Uhhh! Ohhh! I gotta break one, honey!' Wendy panted, hunching faster.
'Ohhh, yesss!' Ellen moaned, gripping the busy assflesh and bucking upward. She missed the plunge of a cock or her dildo, but it was fun coming this way. A whole unique experience, getting it off with a girl! Ellen floated to the crest of her need and fell into a frothy, shivery anus-twitching orgasm! She was in dreamland. She was nowhere.
'Eeeeee! Ohhhh! Fuuuuuck!' came Wendy's quavery cry, far in the distance. Ellen felt the tiny spike of Wendy's sex quiver as she went off. What a kicky new kind of response! Her own clitoris was answering with tensings that were simply delicious! It was as if their cunts were tuned to each other.
Wendy felt the honey of her desire pulse from her aching clit. This was very special cunt! It was grabbing at Wendy's pussy. The violent shaking of Ellen's legs, her nipples as stiff as finger-ends, her hands digging into Wendy's ass, the heavy panting and whimpering, her lively up-hunching… it was a hot girl's fantasy come true.
I'll bet she goes ape on John's long cock! Wendy thought, as the elixir of her aftermath shivered her whole body. He wants me to learn to tighten my cunt on his dong. I'm doing better, but Ellen already knows how! Jesus, she comes harder than I do! She is something else.
Ellen softened, her hands dropped, and she coasted along in the rosy thrall of relief, her cunt still glued to Wendy's pussy. The wonder of it was that she could climax so thoroughly with a girl between her legs and without a plunging prick. It was like discovering a whole new outlet for her daily needs. She could look back now and see missed opportunities, attractive girls who had practically asked her for a date, and she had turned them down.
Better late than never. Ellen had been so obsessed with John she had not realized her full capabilities. She did notice cute chicks, older women, too, who had a little something special. But she had grown up in a square community. She had missed out on lots of fun. Maybe she did need a boyfriend. Once a week with John was simply not enough.
'Oh, we really groove, honey,' Wendy breathed, kissing Ellen's throat. 'You know what? I almost wish John was here, too.'
'You dirty young thing!' Ellen giggled. But a shiver of the shapely body said Wendy had hit the nail on the head. 'I don't know if I could-three of us!'
'Well, at least we could take turns in different rooms,' Wendy said slyly. Ellen's arms gripped very hard, and her hips arched upward. 'You don't know what you're saying, honey!'
'I tried it at college a few times,' Wendy said. 'Neat. You know what gets a man up faster than anything?'
'New pussy, I suppose,' Ellen giggled. 'I know how men are, believe me.'
'Sure, but watching two girls make out really makes the bone hard.'
'Filthy!' Ellen breathed.
It's happening! Ellen thought, shuddering. She does want a party. She wants me to fuck him in front of her! I won't have to wait a week and slip around and feel guilty-except about the same old guilt. John won't tell her, and I sure as hell never will! And then there's Cindi. We couldn't do it at home.
'Well, it's up to you, honey,' Ellen said. 'And John?'
'Oh, he'll go for it,' Wendy laughed. 'Ever hear of a stud who didn't want a harem?'
They both giggled.
