J Watson: Tempting little sister

She opened her legs willingly like a poor young virgin being sacrificed to a God of lust. She was really frightened. Her heart pounded in her throat and she could feel her body shaking. But she couldn't stop him.

She could still close her eyes and remember the savage way he assaulted her. She could remember that first excruciating pain as he jabbed his dick between her legs. He tore her virgin cunt with his first stroke and she felt his huge cockhead deep in her belly.

She'd tried not to cry out but she couldn't help herself. It had just hurt so bad. He rested with his cock lodged in her snug pussy. He stroked her lustrous red hair and assured that it would get better.

God, how it had gotten better. He had fucked her twice that night. The first time he had only left her with a creamfilled pussy and a hot itch. The second time he had taken her to a wild, mindshattering orgasm that had left her weak and helpless.

Since that first time, all of her orgasms had not been as powerful but all had left her satisfied. At least, until lately when it seemed like a good fucking only left her hungry for more good fucking. It was wild to think she could be turning into some kind of nympho at her age.

Doug walked back into the bathroom still muttering to himself. Sharon could sense that Doug was really allowing himself to get worked up over Stacy. She could sense that he was deeply troubled. Sharon just couldn't stay concerned because she kept thinking about Doug's cock and getting fucked.

The was certainly no reason why Doug shouldn't fuck her. Sharon stood up and carefully studied herself in the full length bedroom mirror. She didn't think herself vain when she admired herself.

It was a simple fact that she was a much more beautiful woman than the girl Doug had married. Now she wore her red hair shoulder length and this made her green eyes seem brighter. Her skin was soft and unblemished and her features made her look classic.

Her face was beautiful, but her face was not the place that most men looked at first. She exercised to keep her belly firm and flat so that her firm melon shaped tits and her tight little bottom seemed even more emphasized.

She also knew she had developed something in her personality that made men look at her twice. It hadn't been her intention, but somehow she had gotten a sultry manner that was both an invitation and an open challenge. She had never been unfaithful to Doug but her manner told some men she might consider the idea.

She asked herself if she could really consider the idea. Being unfaithful was something that good married women didn't do. It would be a black mark of shame if she ever made that kind of mistake. She flirted but then all of her friends did that.

A little flirtation was harmless. She said to herself that she really couldn't be unfaithful, not to Doug. Probably she was just getting silly notions that she would eventually be shocked over having.

She whirled around with a sort of low laugh. She liked the way her black stretch pants hugged her ass and the way her braless tits pushed pointedly at the undershirt she had borrowed from Doug. There was no sag to her body. She was better looking than a teenage girl.

Doug must have heard her laugh because he came storming out of the bathroom again. This time he had discarded his towel for a pair of jockey shorts that did nothing to conceal the outline of his big limp dick.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Doug asked her. "You act like it's some kind of joke that we're saddled with your kid sister!"

"I don't think it's a joke, Doug," she said, "but I don't think it's the end of the world. Have a little patience. Everything will work out."

Doug clenched and unclenched his big fists and she knew she'd sounded a little more flippant than she had intended. She quickly crossed the room and put her arms around his neck. She nuzzled his ear for a moment.

"Don't fight with me any more, Doug," she said softly. "I don't like to fight with you."

He didn't relax as he usually did when she rubbed her tits against his. At one time he would have been tearing at her clothes. He would have already had her on the floor and fucking the shit out of her. He may not have been that excitable any more, but it worried her that she couldn't make his less tense.

She suddenly needed him badly. Her cunt was an aching empty hole that needed to be filled. She rubbed herself against him harder while she nuzzled at his ear. She spread her legs and caught his naked knee between them. She half sat on his knee so that she could feel that hot pressure.

"My poor baby," she said. "You're so tense. Let me rub your shoulders."

It wasn't his shoulders that she wanted to rub but she made herself grab his shoulders. She began kneading his tight muscles but there wasn't any change in him. Still, she couldn't seem to make him relax.

She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bed. He was hesitant but he finally allowed himself to be pulled across the room. She pushed him down and she stood over him. She began to rub his shoulders again.

A warning bell kept ringing at the back of her head telling her that he was a lost cause but she just couldn't give up. She pushed him over on his back and she stretched out on top of him. Her hot open mouth clung to his in a desperate attempt to get a response.

Instead she felt his hands pushing her away. She couldn't believe it. This had never happened before. Sure, there had been times when it had taken him a little longer to get aroused but she had always managed to find the animal in him.

This time shouldn't have been different but she found that he wasn't getting hot. He pushed her off him and he sat up. His face was red but that was the only sign of her labor. She put her hand between his legs and she clutched his limp cock.

She made one last futile attempt to get him interested. She lowered her face into his lap and began kissing his cock through his shorts. Kissing his cock was one thing that she had never really enjoyed doing but now she was desperate to get him hard.

Kissing his cock was also the one thing that was always sure to get him hot. Again it didn't work. He pulled her head away from him and he stood up. She climbed to her knees on the bed and tried to pull him back down.

She didn't like to beg but she would have begged him if he had asked. She was so hot that she would have done anything. Even take his cock into her mouth or kiss his ass or anything that he wanted.

But he didn't want anything from her. He seemed immune to her luscious, wiggling body just inches from him. He stared at her as if she didn't interest him at all.

"Please," she said. "What's the matter?"

"You beat everything," he answered her. "I'm worded about what a shitty deal we're getting and you want to get laid. You just beat everything."

Sharon stared at him with her luscious lips wide open in astonishment. Incredibly, her usually oversexed husband was still talking about Stacy even after she started coming on so strong with him. It was obvious that she was hot and ready. What was the matter with him? Perhaps she had lost some of her appeal.

Doug turned his back to her and started out of the bedroom. "I need a drink."

She watched his broad shoulders disappear. She couldn't believe that this had finally happened to her. She'd heard other wives tell of how their husbands had started getting too tired, or worried, or had given some other reason for not wanting sex. But she'd never dreamed that any man could turn her ripe body down.

It was a shattering blow to her ego but what was worse than that was the burning itch he had left between her thighs. She couldn't remember having felt so horny. Certainly not since she'd been a young girl.

Doug had always taken care of her needs. Now she had to have some relief; she touched her tits and found them swollen and tender. She pulled up her husband's shirt and tenderly caressed her aching pink buds.