Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

PJ's hips shuddered and her knees felt weak. Involuntarily she sank down, a bit too much, and perhaps an inch of Ted's cock slid inside. "OH!" she wailed. "It hurts too much! I'm afraid!" But Maggie was there, quick to comfort her with a kiss. And as the time flew past, PJ had to confess in a low, sexy voice that it didn't really hurt at all.

"That's my girl!" Maggie cheered, and she knew that her role in this was ended. From here on PJ would be mistress of her own fate. The girl could do as she chose now, either get off or go down, and her action would indicate which sexual route she was choosing for her life.

Chewing frantically on her lower lip, PJ began to slide down on Ted's cock. It slipped into her greasy cunt, stretching her elastic pussy, but not unbearably. The more of his cock she took in the more comfortable it felt to have him there. Her cunt was tight – that bastard at the beach had been the only guy ever to get inside it. And that was so long ago she could only recall the pain of his betrayal – but the further Ted probed within her young cunt walls, the easier it became for him to stay there. Her whole belly felt full of cock already but it was a comfortable thing, when she looked at it candidly.

What had Maggie said about bisexuality? That someone could swing with either sex and be happy? Maggie was that way and, if it was good enough for her big sister, it was good enough for PJ too! Besides, sometimes she got so tired of making love with Marilyn from school. It was all give and little take. Maybe PJ Villinger wasn't meant to be a lesbian after all.

She looked at Maggie, smiling a brave smile, and then, setting her teeth firmly against the pain she feared, PJ let herself glide downward on Ted's big cock. All – the – way! Her ass pressed firmly upon his pubic hair and he was buried inside her cunt. She threw back her shoulders and her head flopped back too, a wordless cry issuing from her mouth. And then there was no agony, no discomfort, nothing but – OH GOD! – he was beginning to move now, working his cock up and down, pushing it into her, puffing it back, thrusting once again.

"Careful," Maggie warned. "Not too rough!" But there was no need to lecture Ted now. He'd fucked Maggie with the same kind of gentleness their first time and he knew instinctively that PJ wasn't ready for the no-holds-barred fucking he and his wife gloried in. He continued to move within her, steadily, deliberately, breaking her in with painstaking thoroughness.

It was PJ who began to hump madly. A wild look spread across her young face and she started working her ass up and down like a sex maniac. She twisted her ass from side to side, back and forth, making Ted's prick roll and jerk inside her, and she took everything he had to offer. It must have rammed far into her belly but she gave no sign of discomfort. One of her hands steadied herself, propped on Ted's ribs, the other assaulting her own stiff-nippled little tits.

Maggie smiled approvingly. It had worked, she told herself, and it wasn't as desperate a gamble as she had feared it might be. PJ had all the makings of a bi-swinger and it only took her wise big sister to make the younger girl understand that truth. If only she didn't get hung up cm another loser like that last one. Sometime soon they'd have to talk about men, too. PJ needed a thumbnail guide to the species as insurance against another big mistake, but with a little experience stuffed inside her panties she'd be all right. She was a good kid.

Ted's face was contorted with lust now, and it was plain as day that he wasn't far from coming. COMING?? "Oh, Jesus!" Maggie fretted. Not inside her! RI had been operating under the assumption that she was gay. What need would she have to use the Pill or any other contraceptive devices? She couldn't let Ted knock up her little sister. "Ted," she hissed, "pull it out before you shoot!"

Somehow Ted got the message. He scooted his ass and, as PJ lifted herself for a hard slam downward, he managed to jerk his cock out of her tight cunt.

The young girl wailed as she felt her pussy snap back into place, freed of the massive intruder, and her fingers darted down to clutch at its raw red barrel. Just as she touched Ted's cockhead, his prick surrendered itself to the fury inside him and his cum slammed out.

Boiling jism spattered PJ's belly and cunt bush, some of it squirting high enough to dampen the undersides of her titties. She slapped at the hot man cream that dribbled across her skin and, as Ted's cock continued to gush forth its cum, she felt a burning explosion deep inside her cunt. Coming, crying, and moaning, she fell forward onto Ted's body. All was well.

Maggie pried them apart finally, and she and PJ spent a long time kissing, weeping and talking in soft low voices. Ted watched them, feeling quite pleased with himself. It had really turned him on to fuck PJ, especially since Maggie had stressed his duty to help save the girl from her lesbian inclinations. Well, he'd done that, he was damned sure. Maybe it would help alleviate the shame and foulness of what he'd done to Cam this noon. Somehow he doubted if anything could ever make up for that transgression.

"Maggie," he said, interrupting the girls at talk. "I think it's time we talked about ourselves too. We've tasted swinging, you and I, and I know damned well that we can't give it up. PJ, I loved it with you, but part of that was because I knew Maggie was watching. And, if she'll be honest with the two of us now, she'll say that she felt the same way watching you and me. Right?"

Maggie nodded happily.

"Okay, then," Ted declared. "We're dynamite together, you and I, and we can be dynamite with other people too. So, from now on, if it feels good, do it!"

"You took the words right out of my mouth!" Maggie laughed. "And God, does this feel good!" Her hand was on his cock. Ted groaned. He knew he couldn't get it up again so soon, but Maggie had ways, sinful ways, and she began to use them. PJ helped. Her amateur tongue nuzzled his cockhead while Maggie sucked his balls and ten the girls traded places and PJ took her first taste of scrotum. She had a talented manner of rolling his balls in her mouth, he thought with a groan. Maybe she wasn't such an amateur after all.

In no time at all his cock was thrusting up once again and Maggie was working its wet tip around the greased aperture of her ass. "I don't care if it kills me," she sighed. "I've been dying to try this again anyway." Teeth clenched, she wiggled his cock around and around her asshole until it had begun to slip in. Backing against him hard she swallowed his cock in her shit chute with a drawn-out sigh that seemed to come from the very core of her being.

"John Stewart," PJ said thoughtfully.

"HUH?" Maggie bellowed, riding Ted's cock home.

"John Stewart," PJ explained. "He's the guy who really wrote the song about the wild horses. Remember? The kid on the beach made me think he'd written it. I've got it on a record. Would you like to hear it?"

"Not – now," Maggie grunted. "Not… now!"

The rest of the day passed without incident. Jake came home from work, his wife Cam returned from her tennis date, and dinner was bubbly and enthusiastic. In the lingering hours of evening Jake bundled them all up into the car and took the family on a driving tour of the surrounding area. His tank was low, so he pulled into a gas station in Whittier.

Maggie noticed that the premises were adorned with a sign advertising the birthplace of a former president of the United States but, remembering Greg Nixon and his tricky dick, she kept it to herself.

Ted was a tiger in bed that night. He ripped her panties before she could quite remove them and slammed his cock into her eager cunt, filling her with hot cum twice before he removed himself. Even at that, Maggie wasn't satisfied until she had sucked him hard again and drunk down another blast of his jism. It seemed they had solved their problems with a vengeance and both were looking forward to returning to Dawson and their friends at home.