Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

"I'm going to squirt, Cam!" he bellowed. "I'm going to give you all I've got!"

"Goddamn you, give it to me!" she screamed back at him, and she tensed herself then as she felt him do just that.

Ted grunted and thrust hard, burying his cock inside Cam's cunt, and he spilled his gravy into her hungry cunt stew. His balls throbbed as he shot off, again and again, and her twat seemed to suck it up thirstily, the greedy clumsy babes jerking his meat and begging for more, more, more! He gave her all he had, all he could hope to give, and still his cock thrust deeper, deeper, deeper, shuddering through dry spasm after dry spasm.

At last her agitated ass ceased to quiver, as did his fucked-out cock, and he knew it was over. He let go her legs, his limp cock wiggling out of her cunt, and she turned over. Ted could see his bubbly jism spilling out of her cunt, frothy on the surface of the water, and then her feet contacted the bottom of the pool. She stood upright, facing him, her face flushed and frightened.

He tried to cuddle her against him, tried to kiss her shaking face, but she wiggled out of his grasp and climbed up onto the poolside. For a quick moment he had a flash of her open crotch, dripping from the water and the giant load he had given her, but she closed her legs and turned to face him.

"Ted," she began, "I don't know what happened to me just now. I don't want to know. But if you ever tell Maggie about this, I'll kill you. I swear it."

He shook his head. "How could I?" he wondered. "How could I?"

"Remember what I said," she warned, and he followed her with his eyes as she walked around the pool to her discarded clothes. She dropped the smock over her head, gathered up her string bikini, and looked back at him. "I'm going now," she said. "If I stay here, I don't know what will happen. I'll be back when it's safe, when the house is full of other people." She turned then, and went into the house. He didn't see her again but, about five minutes later, he heard her car starting up.

Ted finally dragged himself out of the pool and he pulled a chair into the shade. Drying his body, he dressed himself again and sat don to think. He shouldn't have done that. He shouldn't have fucked Cam. God, it was starting again, this swinging business! The very thing he and Maggie had come to California to get away from.

What in the name of God had come over him? Swinging with another man's wife, with that man's knowledge and consent, was one thing, but seducing his own mother-in-law? Even if she happened to be one of the sexiest, most desirable women he had ever laid eyes on? It was indecent. It was despicable. He was indecent and despicable.

Christ, he thought, they should have gone to the Smokies after all! They should have gone so far up into the mountains it would have taken them a year to find their way out. Up where no one could drop in to tempt either of them with the promiscuous joys that threatened to destroy their ma.

Still shaken, still sick, Ted closed his eyes and fell into asleep broken by dreams of guilt and shame.

"Mom's car is gone," PJ said. "Maybe she took Ted over to the club. Does he play tennis?"

"No," Maggie replied. "Unless he's decided to learn. Oh, well, let's go look at our trophies. Okay?"

"Great," PJ agreed, and they entered the house, making directly for the younger sister's room.

Maggie sat down on the bed, surrounded by the packages they'd tarried in, and PJ went to get a couple of cold beers. PJ was certainly growing up, Maggie thought. On the other hand, so were her parents. When she was that age, she thought self-righteously, they'd have crapped if they thought she was drinking beer, PJ returned in a moment with two cans of Olympia and two mugs. She popped the tops and filled the glasses, handing one to Maggie, who took an appreciative swallow that left a foamy mustache on her upper lip.

"God," PJ grinned, "we scarcely had a chance to talk all the time you've been here. What do you think of California? Really?"

"Wow," said Maggie. "I wish Ted and I lived out here. Every time I look at the three of you and see what all this sunshine had done it makes me jealous. Look at you, I mean. You've grown up."

PJ blushed. "That would have happened anyway. It's part of nature. Mom and Dad are the ones I'm happy for. They were so mousy back in Idaho. I'll bet this is our final stop. They seem to be so happy here."

Maggie nodded, taking a serious sip at her beer. "Well," PJ went on, "I think I'm going to try on my stuff. How about you?"

Maggie nodded again. She set down her beer mug and began to search the packages for her own purchases. "How about this for a start?" she wondered, holding up a scandalously sheer green shirt.

PJ grinned. "When did you buy that? I didn't notice it before."

"I got it while you were in the dressing room at that little boutique," Maggie replied primly. "It was lying on a counter saying 'Take me home, Maggie. I'm lonely'. So what could I do?" Both girls giggled and Maggie began to undo her blouse. Dropping it onto the bed, she donned the green see-through shirt and preened for PJ.

PJ scratched her chin. "Needs something," she announced. "Of course! You're not supposed to wear a bra underneath! That ruins the whole purpose. See?" And she pulled down on the hem of her loose-fitting tank top, making her tits stand out, their nipples obvious.

Maggie blushed. On the surface this little game bore all the trademarks of innocent sisterly fun, but she couldn't repress a feeling, deep in the corners and recesses of her mind, that she would enjoy very much making love to her younger sister. It was a sensation she had to fight and she was proud of herself for keeping it under control. God, though, she told herself, what would Belinda Rodgers or Christina be doing right now? PJ would be on the bed naked with a face jam filled between her pretty thighs, sucking up the honey of her definitely juicy little cunt…

Stop it! Maggie's brain blared. Stop it this minute!

PJ dropped her wraparound skirt and wiggled out of the tank top. She wore only panties, sheer white panties that let her fluffy dark cunt bush shine through, and her tits looked so soft and pretty. The nipples were brown and big, sitting on her tits like little candy kisses, squarely in the middle of the white patches of skin her bikini had shielded from the sun. Maggie's heart sighed. This girl was definitely off limits, no matter how much it hurt.

Maggie removed the green shirt and skinned out of her jeans. There was some new underwear in one of the packages and, she searched till she found it. Quickly her hands went up to unclasp her bra. Panties slid down her sleek legs.

She looked around. PJ was modeling a safari jacket and slacks. There should have been a shirt under the jacket, but Maggie's sister wore it directly over her skin, a great deal of which was showing in front where the jacket was inadequately buttoned.

PJ stared a moment at Maggie's nude body, her face going slightly red. She sat down on her bed, fumbling with a new pair of boots. Something seemed to be troubling her. Maggie pulled on her brand-new panties and walked over to her sister, touching the younger girl's hair.

"What's wrong, kitten?" she asked. They'd been close when they were younger and there was no reason why they should keep secrets from each other now.

"Oh, nothing," PJ smiled bravely. The smile faded quickly and Maggie dropped to her knees, looking at PJ's face from a slightly depressed angle. She put her fingers on PJ's chin and gave it a friendly chuck.

"You look like someone just told you there wasn't any Santa Claus," Maggie insisted. "Hey, this is Big Sister talking."

"Really," PJ replied. "I'm okay. I was just thinking about – something."