J Watson - Tempting little sister

She bent over and grabbed the seat just as he had told her to do. She balanced herself as he stood up behind her. She felt his prick between her thighs.

His hard prick wasn't as big as Benny's but it still went deep as he thrust. She moved back against him as he pulled out to thrust again.

"Fuck me," she groaned. "Fuck me good! I like it! Fuck me hard!"

He pulled it out once again and slammed it savagely back into her. Then he began to fuck her as brutally as he could manage. Even Benny had not been as brutal. He drove his cock in deep into her pussy with each hard thrust.

"I like that!" she cried. "I like that!"

He began to move his hips so that his prick was rubbing against her clit. It was too much for her. She began slamming back to meet his thrust. She felt the hot fires boiling in her cunt. She moved faster and faster, milking his smooth cock with her hot pussy. She felt the first spurt of his cum.

"Yes, like that!" she cried. "Fill me uppppp!"

He thrust again and gave a loud cry as more of his cum spurted into her pussy. She moved against him until she was sure her cunt had drained every drop. Only then did she move away from him.

She had a feeling the soldiers might have fucked her some more but at that moment the lights of the bus station went out. They heard the voice of the bus driver talking to someone. He was coming out. Quickly the three of them dressed and the two soldiers went, back to their seats.

The two young men seemed a little nervous now, and she didn't understand that it was because of her age. She would have never considered crying rape. After all, they hadn't raped her. She had asked for it. She hadn't struggled very much. And she had enjoyed it. It would have shocked her, to learn the two confident young men were still nervous about how old she was.

The driver gave them a suspicious look. "They've got the road cleared up ahead," he said. "I hope the wait wasn't too uncomfortable for you."

"No," Stacy answered sweetly. "It wasn't uncomfortable at all."

Two days had passed and Sharon was starting to feel horny again. Doug was still in the same foul mood. She wished she could remember the name of the insurance company where the young man had worked. She was tempted to call someone as she remembered the young man's firm cock filling her pussy so deliciously.

She knew that her feelings were wrong but she wouldn't have had to feel that way if Doug would take care of her needs. He was her husband. He was supposed to make her happy. He was supposed to give her enough cock so that she didn't have to look anywhere else.

"Damn him!" Sharon said out loud.

"Did you say something?" Doug asked.

"No," Sharon answered, "I didn't!"

"Well, Goddamn it, quit acting like you've got ants in your pants or something," he said. "Stand still or sit down."

"I'm feeling restless," she said. "Couldn't we go for a walk or something?"

"I'm too tired," Doug said. "Maybe I could go by myself," she suggested. "Go the hell on," Doug said. Doug was sitting on the couch drinking beer and watching a ball game. Sharon remembered the time when he wouldn't have suggested her walking without him. Walking together had always been one of their favorite times.

She couldn't even count the times they had kissed and fondled each other on their long walks. She could remember a time when they had been brave enough to make love in the next yard up against a tree.

"Couldn't you go with me, Doug?" Sharon asked. She sat down beside him, and stroked his arm. "I mean, we could have a much better time if you went with me."

Doug just wasn't interested. He took a sip of his beer and put it down beside him. "Goddamn it. Can't you see I'm watching the game?"

She got mad. It wasn't fair for Doug to treat her this way. Doug couldn't be that upset over her sister. She was sure it was something else, something deeper that was bothering Doug. Perhaps it was another woman.

Another woman would make sense. Doug had to be getting his pussy from somewhere. He had always had such a powerful sexual appetite. But Doug's having another woman was hard to believe.

Sharon slammed the door on her way out. She wanted him to know that she had left the house. The night air was cool. She didn't see anyone on the dark streets as she started walking down the sidewalk. She wasn't sure where she wanted to go. She just wanted to walk. Perhaps a little exercise would help the burning itch between her legs.

She had gone about a block when she heard the sound of breaking glass and then a woman's screaming voice. She saw a woman come running out of one of the houses and jump into a small car. Sharon stopped and it was good thing she did. A moment later the woman jerked the small car back out of her driveway without looking. Sharon might have been run over if she'd been standing there.

Sharon watched the red lights of the car disappear up the road before she looked back at the house. The door was still open and she could see lights from the living room.

She was curious. She knew it was probably the wrong thing to do. She had problems of her own and she didn't need to get mixed up in anybody else's. Still, she couldn't help the impulse that made her walk up the walkway to the front door.

She could see through the door into the living room. A tall, grayheaded man was picking up glass of the plush living room carpet. He wasn't a bad looking man. He was still young even if he did have gray hair.

"Hello," Sharon said.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I thought somebody might have been hurt," she said. "I came to help."

"Well nobody here is hurt," he said. "At least not physically. There's a lot of emotional hurt around here, though."

"Was that your wife I just saw leave?" Sharon asked.

"Yeah," the man answered. "I was going to go after her but then I decided what the hell. A night of peace might be good for me. Damn it!"

He had cut himself. He was holding his scratched thumb like he had been shot.

"I'm Sharon," Sharon said. "And you'd better let me do that before you hurt yourself badly."

The gray headed, blue eyed man sat back and watched Sharon pick up the shreds of glass. He liked what he saw. She was a real redheaded bundle of softness. He wondered what she had on under the coat. He also wondered why she had come to his door. Not many women would have.

"I'm Jason Rand," he said. "I like your name, Sharon."

Sharon saw in his eyes that there were a lot of things he liked about her. She began to get a little nervous. She picked up the shreds of glass and dumped them into a waste basket. He watched her all the time and she imagined a flickering of hunger in his face.

"Thank you," he said. "You're not leaving all ready."

Sharon had started for the door but he got there before she did. He shut the door.

"Let me make you a drink first," he said. "It's the least I can do."

"I have to leave," Sharon said. "What if your wife came back? She wouldn't understand my being here."

"She won't be back," Jason assured her. "She stays gone when she leaves like this. At times she's been gone a couple of weeks, but she'd never come back the same night."

"I still have to go," Sharon said.

"Just one drink," Jason insisted.

Sharon shrugged her shoulders. "All right. Just one. Then I really have to go."

Jason grinned. He knew what kind of game this sweet thing was playing. She had probably been lonely and her curiosity had led her to his door. Now she was getting nervous. Well, that was all right. Jason was used to dealing with nervous women.

That was one of the problems with his marriage. Jason had far too much experience with other women and he was still getting that experience. His wife would throw these fits every now and then. She did it only to prove that she still had backbone and that he couldn't treat her any way he wished. It never worked. She always came crawling back and he would go on with his worldly ways.