J Watson - Tempting little sister

If it were only Doug's cock. If only he would turn around and see her and he would smile and show her his cock. He would come after her and he would fuck her, fuck her harder than the two soldiers had fucked her.

He would make her do things for him, things she had never done for anyone. He would make her swallow his cum. She was sure of that. He would cum in her face and in her hair and he would make her lick that big cock clean.

She kept staring at his beautiful body and getting hotter by the moment. She couldn't take her eyes away from his rippling muscles. He looked like a proud jungle animal. A lion ready to pounce.

God, how she wished he would pounce on her. She needed him. She wanted him desperately. It didn't matter if he was her sister's husband. She wanted the thickness of his big prick between her hot thighs.

"This is crazy," she moaned.

It was crazy but she couldn't seem to control herself. Her skin was burning and her pussy had started to gush hot juice that soaked her panties. She kept rubbing the wet groove and feeling her clit grow to hardness.

She pushed her bra cups up out of the way so that she could fondle her big titties. Her fingers cupped the hot flesh and she felt shivers go through her. She felt her taut nipples itch like fire.

"Oh God," she groaned.

She knew she had to stop. She had to control herself before he really did turn around or before her sister woke up and came looking for them.

What would he think of her if he turned around? Perhaps he would be a real prude and he would never consent to her living with them. She would have to leave and she had no other place to go. She had to control herself.

What if he turned around and he liked what he saw? He was a man, wasn't he? She was a good looking woman and she knew she had a good snatch. Maybe she could make a sound and he would turn around. Maybe he would like her. Maybe he would want to fuck her.

Her finger slipped higher until she found the edges of her panties. She slipped one finger underneath her panties to touch her naked pussy flesh. She found the wet groove and she slipped a finger into her hot hole.

She gave a small gasp as she began finger fucking herself. She wanted him to turn, around. She wanted him to grab hold of her tits and her pussy and to sink his male flesh into her cunt. So what if he was her sister's husband. She wanted it. She wanted to fuck him.

She wanted his big hands on her tits and his mouth sucking her nipples and she would do anything for him. Anything he asked. She had never seen such a beautiful man. She would do absolutely anything.

God, she needed his big prick! Her finger worked faster and faster and she felt the wet warmth spread over her body. Her lower lips quivered with excitement. She had never felt this way about a man before, any man.

"Ummmm," she said softly. "Oh God, I'm going to finish myself. Ummmmm!"

She caught the startled gasp before it left her throat. She clamped one hand over her mouth as the good feelings went through her. She almost dropped to the floor as her body was rocked by a powerful orgasm.

Finally it was done and she stood shaking.

"Oh my God," she said softly, as she realized what she had been doing.

There would be hell to pay if Doug did turn around. Quickly she backed out of the room being careful not to step on any of the boxes of clothes.

What am I thinking about? she thought. Am I going crazy? Am I turning into a nympho or something. She felt guilty. Very guilty. She promised herself that nothing like that would ever happen again. Never!

Sharon slipped quietly, out of the front door in an attempt not to disturb Stacy or Doug. It would have been hard to disturb Doug. He was tired and he had just finished off a six pack of cold beer. Now he was lying on the couch in a deep, drunken sleep.

Stacy was watching television in the den and Sharon hoped her sister wouldn't miss her for a while.

It was dangerous but Sharon could wait no longer. She walked briskly down the street. She found that her heart was pounding as she reached Jason's house. She hadn't been back since that night she'd fucked Jason, but she couldn't stay away.

It had been two weeks since Stacy had come to stay and Doug had made no attempt to get into a good relationship. He spent his time drinking and lifting weights. He seemed to be sinking into despair. Sharon just couldn't understand it, but she couldn't live with rejection any more.

Sharon was a woman who needed some loving and she knew just where to go.

She was disappointed when she reached Jason's house because she found it lit up like a Christmas tree. There were a half dozen cars in the front yard. She heard the sound of laughter and music coming from inside.

She knew it was not the right night to see Jason. She'd turned around and was walking back when she heard someone call her name. She turned to see Jason coming after her.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked. "I saw you from the window. I thought it was you. What are you running off for?"

"You're having a party," she said.

"Just a few friends," Jason said.

"It looks kind of fancy," Sharon said.

"I'm telling you that it's just a few friends," Jason said. Jason smelled a little drunk. Sharon didn't want to hang around. She suddenly had a bad feeling about the party.

"I'm leaving," Sharon said.

"Hey," Jason said, clutching her arm. "There's no sense rushing off. Come on in and meet my friends. You'll like them."

"I don't think so," Sharon said stubbornly.

"Come on in," Jason insisted. His voice got that hard edge to it that she had found trouble refusing before. This time she shook his arm off.

"No," she said. "I'm not dressed for a party."

"Nonsense," Jason said. His blue eyes appraised her hungrily. "You look just fine. Great, in fact. You have to come in and meet my friends."

This time he grabbed her arm with more force than before. She found herself being pulled toward the house. She was surprised when she stepped through the door. She had attended parties before but not anything like this.

There was a pretty young girl half naked on the couch. A young man was putting wino on her nipples and then licking the liquid off with his tongue. Another pretty young girl stood by herself in a corner. She was swaying to a beat that only she could hear. A boy sat next to her beating on a drum. His hand would stray to her leg every now and then.

Nearly everyone in the room was drunk or about to get that way. Sharon found herself being looked over by nearly half the men in the room. She had never felt so many eyes on her at once, so many eyes stripping her naked and touching her body.

"I can't stay here," Sharon said.

"You can," Jason said. "Have a drink. Don't give me any of your nonsense."

He led her to a table and he picked up a drink. She only sipped it to make him happy. She'd already decided that the moment her arm was released she was going to head for the door.

"This is a celebration," Jason said. "My wife has left me for good this time. She's not coming back. It seems she found me kissing the little girl next door. She said I was robbing the cradle."

Jason gave a snort of disgust. "Hell, the girl may have been young but she knew what to do with it. She started sucking dick when she was a kid but she'd decided she wanted a real man to take her virginity."

Sharon felt a little wave of revulsion as she looked at Jason. She remembered the little girl next door. She was a pretty girl, but she was just a kid. Surely Jason couldn't mean that he was messing with a girl that young.

But she could see by his grinning face that he meant exactly that. His wife had found him with another girl. Sharon felt a little sick!