Chapter 7
"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 mint 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."
"It's only fair to share."
PJ frowned. "I'll bet you still think of me as your little baby sister, don't you, Maggie? Silly little PJ. Aren't I right?"
Maggie smiled. "You'll always be my baby sister."
"Well, I'm not such a baby," PJ declared. "I mean, you remember how quiet and sedate everything was in Boise, when we were in school? It's a lot different out here. Kids grow up faster. You know what I mean?"
"I don't know if I do," Maggie soothed. "But if there's anything that bothers you, why don't we talk about it?"
"Okay. It's been about eight months ago, I guess. I was down on the beach with some of the kids. You know? Having a little picnic in the fall? Anyway, I met this guy. He was sitting on a rock above where we were, and he was wearing a black cowboy hat, strumming on a guitar. God, Maggie, he was beautiful. Curly hair, big lost eyes, a brave smile. I went up to talk to him-I just left my friends, see, and I went up to meet him. He played some songs for me. My friends finished their lunch and left, didn't even call up to me, and I sat there talking to this guy and listening while he played his guitar.
"Well, he sang a lot of songs for me. One, especially, about no more wild horses on Wild Horse Road. Did you know that they're butchering all those beautiful mustangs and turning them into dog food? Jesus, it makes me sick even to think of it. I could never own a dog now."
Maggie nodded understandingly and her fingers combed through PJ's dark hair. The younger girl got the message and returned to her story.
"So. He played all these songs he'd written, like that one, and I fell in love with his heart, sitting up there above the beach. In Boise I'd never have dreamed of doing such a thing, but, Maggie-we made love in the back of his van, oh, four or five times running. And then he put his guitar into its case and drove me home, and I never saw him again."
Maggie shook her head. So PJ was no longer a virgin.. Well, it had to happen to everyone, she supposed, but still it was a shock to find out that her little sister had grown up as to have known the love of a man. "And you miss him now?"
"Of course not!" PJ snapped. "For one thing, I found out that all those songs he'd played for me and said were his own were actually written by other people. The son of a bitch had just learned them from records and used them to bowl over starry eyed young chicks. Dummies, like me. And-this is going to shock you, but I want you to know-he also gave me the clap. I got over it. There's a clinic kids can go to and they don't tell the parents anything."
Maggie was shocked indeed. Venereal disease was something that happened in slums, not to her sister. If that awful boy were here now, she'd claw him to pieces! Or possibly she'd invite Christina to help. The red-haired girl swung both ways but she had a strong lesbian inclination and sometimes she could be downright sadistic, especially toward men.
Maggie looked into N's face and saw that her sister was crying. Impulsively, she got up and hugged PJ's head against her chest, patting the temple while the girl sobbed. "It's all right," Maggie consoled her. "I'm sorry it had to happen to you, but it's not the end of the world, baby. You didn't tell Mom about this, did you?"
"How could I?" PJ sobbed, her cheek lying on the rise of Maggie's left tit, her nose brushing the brown nipple that stood up bare and tingly. "She wouldn't understand."
"No," Maggie agreed, "she probably wouldn't. Oh, baby, you should have written to me, told me about it. Maybe I could have come to you sooner." She petted her sister gently, trying to soothe away the pain the young girl obviously felt.
"That's not all," PJ went on. "I haven't been able to look at a guy since. I'm afraid of them."
"It'll pass, honey, it'll pass."
PJ's head shook in determination. "I hope it never does." She fought herself free and looked up at Maggie. Her hands locked on her sister's wrists. "Maggie," she announced, "I've found something so much better." Her fingers skated up Maggie's arms, dancing onto the curves of her sister's little tits. She closed the palms in a cupping hold of Maggie's tits and got to her feet.
"That's why I told you all this," she husked. "Because when I saw you standing there with nothing on, I-I knew-that-" Her ups moved forward, ending the uncompleted sentence with a kiss that seemed to burn Maggie's mouth like hot oil.
"Nnnnn," Maggie whimpered as her sister nuzzled her frantically. She wriggled and fought but it we no good. Her mind told her this was crazy but her body was responding to PJ's eager, amateurish caresses.
PJ's head drew back. "I met a girl at school," she breathed passionately, "and she showed me what to do. Maggie, you've never refused me anything before in our lives. Don't start now! Please! Just let me kiss you and hold you and touch you You're so beautiful and you're my sister, so how can it be wrong?"
"Oh," Maggie whimpered, "no, PJ. no, baby!" But her traitorous hands were slipping the safari jacket off PJ's rounded shoulders and her lips were making straight for her sister's brown candy nipples.
PJ squealed as Maggie began to suckle and she reached to unhook her slacks. They were baggy and they fell with no trouble at all. Her hands flailed across the bed and clothes and packages flew in every direction. "Love me, Maggie, please!" she begged, and how could Maggie refuse so heartfelt a request from her cherished sister?
In a moment the bed was cleared and Maggie and N were stripped of their tangling clothes. The younger girl lay breathless, unable to believe that the visiting sister had actually consented to make PJ's dream come true.
They clung together, bare legs entwined, hands stroking everywhere. Maggie took PJ's fingers and made them fondle the plump, thin-haired bulge of her mint, rubbed them across the winking Ups until they sank inside.
"Oh," PJ whispered; "you're so soft-just like satin." Her fingers explored the hole they had discovered, and one of them came upon Maggie's clitoris. The first shy touch made the older sister jerk in delight and PJ did it again for good luck. Maggie clutched the hand that fingered her and pressed it deeper, harder to its work.
"Tell me you don't hate me," PJ implored between sucking kisses. "Tell me you still love me, Maggie."
"Of course I do," Maggie slurred in reply, her lips eagerly skimming along PJ's cheek, making for the young girl's ear. She seized upon the sensitive lobe and worried it until PJ quivered delightfully.
Their cunts scraped together, nipples bumping, and Maggie reached to cup her sister's cunt.. They were so soft yet so firm, all at the same time, so round, so pretty, almost exactly the same size as her own. So comfortable to hold, so nice to kiss and suck. Now she knew, knew for the first time, why Belinda and Christina could never get enough of her little tilt They were made to be fondled and kissed, just the right sine for a tiny female hand.
"PJ," Maggie husked, "I'm going to lick you and kiss you and suck you. I'm going to make you scream and cry and beg for more, and when you do, I'm going to give it to you-all you can take and then some!"
She grabbed a handful of PJ's cunt. The hair on the younger girl's pussy was dark and thick, clustering around her pink gash and in the crevice of her slit. PJ's cunt mound was alive with excitement and her gash was very damp. Maggie brought her nose close and sniffed, filling her head with her sister's pussy aroma. Sweet, sweet She slid her nose along the wet slit, burrowing it into PJ's hole, letting her tongue trail in support. PJ kicked her feet but she kicked them wide, opening her cunt to her sister's lovemaking.
Maggie's fingers slid into the gash, rubbing the slick young-girl folds and crevices of PJ's cunt. She felt a complementary wellness oozing out of the tiny, tight hole, and her fingers gravitated toward it.
She worked one inside the opening, spreading it gently, PJ whining and keening in satisfaction as Maggie played. The fingers slid in knuckle deep and moved in soft, reaming action, feeling the little cunt suck ravenously at its intruding presence.
"Yes," PS 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? PS needed her, and she wanted PS!
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 PS 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 ii 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 goad 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 aunt easier.
"MAGGIE!"
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 aunt. 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.
PJ spoke up in a thin voice. "Don't blame Maggie, please! I started it!"
Maggie shrugged. "My baby sister is a lesbian," she said. "A guy dumped on her. Why don't you keep on screaming, Ted, and prove to her what bastards men can be?"
Ted pounded his fist on his thigh, gritting his teeth. His eyes flashed from one naked sister to the other and he didn't miss anything on the way. PJ WAS just as cute as Maggie, he decided as she sat nervously, trying to cover her little tits and her hairy cunt with her arms.
"Look," Maggie said, "I think it's time we get this into the open. PJ, honey, Ted and I have been involved in swinging. Does that mean anything to you?"
"Sure," the girl giggled. "Wife swapping. That's big over in Tarzana. They toss their house keys into a hat and each guy draws one. He goes home with whichever wife lives there and they spend the night together."
"I think we should have gone to the Smokies after all," Maggie observed with a twinkle in her eye. "Anyway, Ted and I were afraid we'd gotten in above our heads. So we took a vacation, you know? To get away from Dawson and the crowd we'd been swinging with? We wanted to get our heads together. That's why he was so angry when be found us. He's been honest and faithful, but as far as he's concerned. I haven't."
"I understand," PJ nodded, and the innocence of her face pained Ted. He wanted to tell Maggie that he hadn't been faithful either, but how could he tell his wife that he had fucked her mother only a couple of hours ago? And in front of PJ? Never! He kept his silence but the unformed words were acid in his mouth.
"Now," Maggie went on, "I think it's time for your education to be carried one step further. Ted, get undressed. I want you to make love to PJ. Be gentle with her, because she's gentle and sweet and innocent."
"NO!" her sister squealed. "I don't want to!"
"You need it," Maggie insisted. "You may think you're an eighteen-year-old dyke, but I'm not so sure. That guy did you dirty and you think all men are like that. Well, they're not. Ted is as sweet and sexy as they come. Make it with him-just once, for me-and then tell me whether you still want to be a lesbian. Come on, baby sister. It won't kill you. Okay?" she finished, punctuating the question with a soft kiss on PJ's lips.
"Maggie," Ted began.
PJ looked up at him wet-eye "All right," she said in a weak voice. "I'll do it for you, Maggie."
"This is crazy, Maggie," Ted protested. "I think you've lost your goddamned mind."
"Don't you worry about my goddamned mind!" she shot back furiously, her arm cuddling PJ's shoulders. "PJ's the one making the sacrifice. She doesn't really want to do it-she's afraid of guys. But she shouldn't be! Ted, if you won't try to help her test all the options, you mustn't be very much of a man"
That stung him. He began to undress. When he was naked Maggie signaled him onto the bed and he came cautiously.
"Now, look here," Maggie told her sister.
"Touch his cock. Hold it in your hands. It's not an enemy. It can be a girl's best friend, in fact."
Shivering, PJ did as her older sister instructed. She took Ted's cock in a hesitant grip, holding it between the tips of thumb and middle finger, staring at it curiously. By the time she let go it had begun to stiffen.
"Down on your back, Ted," Maggie requested, and he did so without a word of protest. She grabbed his cock roughly and squeezed it, smiling as it grew thicker and harder. "Have you ever done thin?" Maggie asked just before she opened her mouth and sucked his cock inside.
PJ watched, big-eyed, nodding. "A little bit," she confessed. Maggie raised her head and motioned for the girl to try it one more time. Steeling herself to the task PJ leaned across Ted's legs, taking hold of his prick. She looked at it for a moment and her tongue slipped out to roll across the big red knob. A sheepish smile toward her sister and PJ too was sucking led, his cockhead firmly inside her warm young mouth. She held him there, without much enthusiasm at first, but Ted could feel her saliva beginning to flaw with each additional moment his cock pressed against her tongue.
"Okay," Maggie commanded from her vantage point. "Now, lie down beside him and get acquainted." PJ's reluctance was depleting along with Ted's patience, but she went where she was told and Ted didn't hold back as she began to kiss him softly on the face. His hand slipped down to cup her little Lit, fingers tugging casually at her fat nipple and she hummed into his mouth as they used.
Even Maggie could tell that PJ was warming up by now, and Ted had to admit that it wasn't so bad as it might have been. She was a desperate sort of kisser, she smacked and tongued at his face as conscientiously as if she were being graded on. her performance, and he could feel her cupped titty hardening in his hand. The little nipple tip was already burning against his palm and, when she scooted closer, he could feel moisture dampening her cunt hair.
He slid his other hand down her thigh, rubbing the warm, slick flesh, and he drew her leg across his middle, so that the back of her knee softly grazed the spear of his prick. She seemed to shudder at the touch but she didn't pull away and, within another moment or two, she was pulling her body atop his.
"Good, good," Maggie enthused. If her hunch was right, PJ would turn out to be as bisexual as her big sister. If the instinct was wrong, this could be traumatic for the young girl, but Maggie was certain she wasn't wrong. PJ at least seemed to be growing more eager as each moment skidded by, and Ted was proving himself no slouch either. His hands were on her back now, cupping the slim, rounded cheeks of PJ's ass, fingertips poking into the crack with the great delicacy to twine themselves among the short dark hairs that lurked there.
Ted moved his body and PJ slid off. He touched her and she went onto her back, knees up and apart. Quickly he bent down to kiss her mouth once again, and then his lips moved down across her chest. One nipple after another knew his suckling caress, and his tongue laved the areolas skillfully. Maggie touched her own tits as she saw Ted working up her sister. It seemed that she could feel his tonguing touch upon her own body right now. And PJ was smiling, stroking Ted's back as he mouth-glided aver her tummy. Yes, Maggie thought, she was right.
"How does it feel, baby?" Maggie asked.
"Oh, Maggie! I don't know!"
Just then Ted's lips made contact with PJ's cunt itself, his tongue scooting between the moist, tight lips, and the young girl jumped in glee.
"Oh, God, YES!!" she screeched, her head and shoulders jerking up from the bed, eyes clamped shut. She bent almost double at the waist, throwing herself upon Ted as he burrowed inside her cunt, and then she lay back down, her fists thumping on the mattress.
Ted rose and lay beside PJ once again. He kissed her more times than Maggie could count as the young girl's fingers teased his stiff cock. PJ made a finger-ring around it and her eyes opened in alarm. "No,' she moaned, "I think it's too big. It'll never fit inside me."
"Of course it will," Maggie insisted. Silently she threw signals at Ted. Her husband stretched out on his back and Maggie guided her sister up till the young girl knelt astride Ted. Maggie lifted her husband's cock, holding it straight up, the tip rubbing PJ's dark cunt hair. "Okay," she went on. "I'll hold it steady for you and you just lower yourself onto it. Go as slow or as fast as you want. You can control how much of it goes inside and the speed, too. Ready?"
Trembling in spite of her sister's confident tone, PJ nodded. Maggie reached in and worked the very tip of Ted's cock into the young girl's tight cunt.
She moaned at the intrusion but she didn't pull, away.
Maggie fiddled some more and Ted pressed a bit deeper. She could feel and smell the juices that dampened PJ's cunt and she knew that lubrication would be no problem. The only obstacle was her sister's fear, and they were on their way toward overcoming that.
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. AU-the-way! Her ass pressed firmly upon his pubic hair and he was buried inside her omit. 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 PS'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 PS 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!"