Rex Taylor: Overeager wife

"Yes," PJ groaned. "Oh, yes!! Maggie, God, I love you! You know just how to do it!"

There was more, Maggie promised her sister silently. So much more. She'd wanted the darling teenager so badly, ever since the reunion at the airport. Only her conscience had prevented her from making a play. She and Ted had promised one another – no swinging. They were here to rest and to review. But how could she refuse PJ, when the young girl wanted her just as badly? She wouldn't tell Ted about this – if she could keep him from detecting the new joy in her eyes. Oh, what did it matter? PJ needed her, and she wanted PJ!

Carefully Maggie's tongue roved through the split-open delicacy of PJ's cunt. She paid careful attention to every interesting corner of her sister's pussy before settling at last upon the clitoris, so tiny, so very, very tiny, peeking from beneath its hood like a timid doe. Her tongue flitted across PJ's trigger, sparking it mercilessly, and PJ jolted each time she was licked. Poor little pussy, Maggie thought sympathetically. It had been abused and betrayed by that awful boy on the beach, but she'd make amends to her sister. She'd teach PJ what loving was all about.

Her teeth nibbled daintily at the soft little cuntlips, scraping their folds, not hard enough to hurt but just firmly enough to make her sister tingle excitedly. She could feel the spastic dancing of PJ's loins, could feel the eager tremors of thigh muscles as each fresh swipe of her tongue taught the younger girl a new lesson in the art of cunt-lapping.

PJ's hands squeezed at Maggie's rosebud cunt, teasing the juice-dripping slit. Maggie slid closer, giving her sister better access, and she raised one knee so that her cunt was wide open and ready. PJ reacted gratefully, thrusting her fingers inside. They galloped amateurishly inside Maggie's slice, tickling here, there and everywhere. Come on, PJ, Maggie thought. Find something and stick with it. Who taught you how to do this? Some giddy teenybopper lesbian, of course – a girl who didn't know much and had less to teach. No matter. By the time she finished, PJ would be qualified to give college courses in lesbian love, if that was what she wanted.

She closed her lips upon the tiny clitoris and sucked it firmly. PJ erupted in shuddering spasms. Obviously she had a hair-trigger. Probably the result of masturbation and inept stimulation from her other lover. Maggie ignored the initial come-quivers and began to stab her tongue into her sister's cunt. She could feel the snatch muscles milking her driving tongue, seeking to pull it all the way inside, but she ignored those as well. Maggie continued to jab with her tongue until PJ had come two more times in rapid-fire succession.

The younger girl was sobbing as if her heart was broken, and her fingers had abandoned their assault on Maggie's cunt. Maggie looked up and saw that PJ was gasping out her soul, her hands clutching her tits and squeezing the nipples for all she was worth. Enough, she told herself. No need to carry this to extremes. It had been a good first lesson.

She sat up and her hand came to rest on PJ's churning tummy. "Do you feel better now, darling?" she husked, and the girl nodded deliriously. "Do you want to try me now?"

PJ needed no second invitation. She sat up as Maggie lay down and, her eyes still glazed, she threw her face into her sister's cunt. Her tongue lanced into Maggie with force, if not finesse, and she began to suck and kiss everything inside Maggie's gash. Maggie sighed and patted PJ's head.

"Come up and lie beside me," she said. "I want to talk to you."

Obediently PJ did just that. She lay down beside her sister, head lolling on Maggie's shoulder, hand covering Maggie's warm cunt. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Anything worth doing is worth doing right," Maggie sighed. She began to explain precisely how a cunt should be eaten. PJ listened, enraptured, nodding from time to time.

"God, Maggie," she whispered, "are you a lesbian too?"

Maggie laughed a silvery tinkling laugh. "Of course not! I'm a normal, healthy bisexual woman. I'll make it with anything on two legs, if I want to. Back home I have a couple of friends who – but never mind. I want you to come visit us when you can, and I'll introduce you to them. Christina may be a bit too much for you so soon, but Belinda will love you, every way she can think of. Okay?"

"Promise," PJ giggled. "And I can hardly wait. Now can I try out what you were telling me about?"

Maggie slid her thighs apart. "I'd be hurt if you didn't."

PJ fell upon her sister's cunt once again, this time following Maggie's verbal instructions. She was nervous – her previous lesbian experiences had been furtive, girlish fumbles, groovy enough to get her hooked on the feeling, but now she understood how inadequate that training had been.

Her tongue slid languidly across Maggie's cunt mounds, moving with a purpose. She worked it in and around the little folds of cuntal flesh, smirking to herself as she heard Maggie's sighs of appreciation. Yes, she thought, this was a much better way to go about it. How could she ever thank her big sister? No matter what kind of problem PJ came up with, faithful Maggie found a way to help. Her fingertips eased in as her tongue strolled onto Maggie's clit and she began to apply double-team stimulation. The wetness that drenched, that seeped beneath her short fingernails was proof positive that she was doing the right thing.

PJ had drawn a full house in the game of life. Other sisters would have run screaming from the room upon finding that baby sibling was a lesbian, but not Maggie. Maggie had never let her down and she wasn't letting her down now. Mice is nice but incest is best, PJ thought, recalling some graffiti she'd seen written on the girls' room wall at school. It was true. It was really true. She wished she and Maggie could live together for ever and always, just making each other happy in this very special way.

When Ted opened his eyes the sun was shining straight down on him. Good Lord, how long had he been sleeping here? It hadn't been a good sleep. He kept dreaming that same horrible dream – him fucking away on top of Cam Villinger as Maggie came upon them. He could still hear the horrified scream she had vented in that awful dream and it chilled his blood to think of it.

He got up, feeling his face to make sure he hadn't sunburned. His watch was inside, but from the sun's position he guessed that it was about two in the afternoon. There was no sign of life around the house but through the trees he could see PJ's car, a sporty little dune buggy, parked out front. So, he thought, Maggie and her sister were back from their shopping spree. Why hadn't she come out to say hello? He went inside to look for her, moving faster when he heard the muted sighs and whimpers that came from behind a closed bedroom door.

"A little more tongue," Maggie cooed to her sister, "just a little more. Right – there! Oh, God, yes! Right there! Oooohhh, I love you, baby, I really love you!" PJ was unsteady but leaning fast and Maggie was enjoying the hell out of this particular lesson. She lifted her ass, slipping a pillow beneath it so PJ could get at her cunt easier.

She closed her eyes. The worst that could happen had. She didn't have to look to know it was Ted, she didn't have to see the expression that must be on his face right now.

PJ froze, her tongue halfway in Maggie's cunt. Slowly, very slowly, she turned around to stare back at her brother-in-law, her cute teenage face scarlet with embarrassment.

Ted ignored the younger girl and he advanced angrily upon his wife. Maggie set her teeth and awaited his outburst.

"Maggie! What the hell is going, on here? Are you so much of a slut that you have to teach your sister to be one too?" His fury bubbled and seethed inside him. Part of it, he knew was honest outrage at what he had just seen but, disquietingly, a goodly proportion was composed of self-hatred for what he end Cam had done outside. Catching Maggie at her dirty work gave him a vent for that inner revulsion with himself. Logically it was all wrong, but logic formed no part of Ted at that moment.