J Watson - Tempting little sister

"You suck me off, bitch," he moaned. "Suck me off or I'm going to break your head!"

He stuffed his prick back into her mouth even as Jason was kneeling behind her and pressing his cockhead against her snug little anus. She knew it was going to hurt, but there was nothing she could do about it.

She tried to twist away but she was held in a firm grip by the man who was mouth-fucking her. Jason pressed his cockhead a little more firmly against her asshole.

It did hurt. She could feel the pressure of his prick against her snug little hole. He was pushing hard and finally his prickhead popped into her anus.

She was frantic to escape, but she couldn't find the strength. And every one of her movements only let Jason slip his cock in deeper. He gave one last push and she felt his big prick in her asshole all the way to his balls.

It hurt. God, how it hurt! But there was nothing she could do about it. She could feel the bloated head of his prick deep in her belly. She wanted to escape from it but there was no possible way.

She made a guttural sound as Jason began moving his prick in and out of her ass. He fucked her a little faster as his blood began to boil and his balls got tight with hunger.

Sharon was getting fucked hard at both ends when Stacy and Doug walked into the house. They were surprised to find that kind of party going on. There was a naked girl lying on the floor with her legs spread and a naked man eating her out.

"Oh Doug," Stacy said, shivering. "Sharon wouldn't be here."

Doug couldn't take his eyes off the girl. He noticed her wiggling movements as she neared orgasm. He took his eyes away. He noticed another girl lying on the couch. She was partially naked and sound asleep.

They heard the sounds coming from the back bedroom. Stacy took his arm again.

"I know my sister," Stacy said. "She sure wouldn't be in a place like this."

"No, she wouldn't," Doug agreed.

He was walking toward the back bedroom anyway. He pushed open the door just as Jason was coming. He couldn't believe his eyes. It had to be his wife who was getting fucked. She was sucking lustily on one man's prick while she was getting fucked in the ass by another.

And she wasn't enjoying it. He could tell that. She looked really unhappy as the man began to come in her mouth. He could hear the sounds of swallowing and he could se the pained look on her face.

At that moment Doug really knew how much he loved his wife. He felt a hot anger in his gut.

"Oh Doug," Stacy said.

"What the hell!" Doug yelled angrily.

The man fucking his wife in the ass looked up with a puzzled expression on his face. He seemed to be looking at Doug trying to remember where he'd seen him before.

"You fucking bastards!" Doug cried.

He shook Stacy's hand off his arm and he charged. The two men were no match for an enraged Doug. Jason felt his nose turned to mush under a blow of Doug's thick hand. Jason went backwards with blood streaming down his face.

The other man tried to escape, but Doug caught him a glancing blow that sent him into the open door of the closet. His face was stained with blood and Doug was still angry.

"Come on," he told Sharon. "We're getting out of here."

Sharon couldn't understand the softness of his tone when he spoke to her. She would have expected him to shout at her also. Stacy was handing her clothes to her and helping her dress.

"Listen," Jason said, "you can't do this. This is my home. You can't do this!"

"Shut up, you slimy little bastard," Doug said, "or I'll break you in half."

Jason took a good long look at Doug's rugged build and he decided against speaking again. Doug helped Sharon to her feet and he nearly carried her out of the bedroom. There was another man standing near the bedroom door. Sharon remembered him vaguely. He had been one of the first who had fucked her in the bedroom.

"Hey," he said. "Where you going with my girl?"

Reaching out for Sharon was a bad mistake. He suddenly found himself sitting on his butt halfway across the room. His nose and lips were bloody. Two of his teeth had been broken out. He watched in shock as Doug stepped over him and took his wife out of there.

Sharon opened her eyes in her own bed. She couldn't remember being undressed or put to bed. She felt bruised and tired. She looked around the room and found Stacy sitting next to her.

"Hi," Stacy said.

Then Sharon remembered. A creeping horror came over her. She pictured again the horrible thing that had happened. Doug walking in and finding her in that position and his madness as he knocked people around.

"Doug," Sharon said. "I have to talk to him."

"You will," Stacy said. "He's been asleep in my room. He didn't get a chance to sleep much last night."

"He didn't?" Sharon questioned.

"No," Stacy said. "He was still angry when he brought you back. He told me to undress you and put you to bed. I helped you take a shower. Remember?"

"Only dimly," Sharon admitted. "But then where did Doug go?"

"He went back," Stacy said.

"Oh no," Sharon said.

"Oh yes," Stacy said. "He went back and cleaned the place up. And I mean cleaned it up. He was a little bruised this morning but I'd hate to see the others. His hands looked the worst."

"Oh no," Sharon moaned, "and it was all because of me."

Stacy came to the bed and put her soft hand on her shoulder.

"I don't think it was all your fault," Stacy said. "Not completely."

"It was," Sharon insisted.

"No," Stacy said. "I know what's been going on. I had a long talk with Doug when he came in this morning. He knows he hasn't been fair to you lately. He hasn't been giving you the kind of sex life that a normal woman needs."

Sharon couldn't understand why Doug wasn't angry but she decided not to try. It was enough that Doug had forgiven her and there wouldn't be a divorce.

Sharon started to get out of bed. "Ohhhhh," she said.

"You're sore," Stacy said. "Let me fix you up, big sister. I'm very good with my hands."

Sharon felt Stacy's hands on her shoulders and she sank back into the soft cushion of her bed. Stacy's hands did feel good. In a few moments she felt the soreness leaving her muscles. She relaxed and shut her eyes.

"Doesn't this feel good?" Stacy asked.

"Ummmmm," Sharon answered.

Somehow she didn't protest when her younger sister slipped the ribbons of her gown down her shoulders. After all, Stacy had already seen everything she had.

She shivered when Stacy's fingers rubbed across her soft, plump tits. Stacy's fingers felt so nice and cool. Her soft caresses made Sharon feel lots better. In fact, they made her feel a little warmth in her stomach. She'd never thought she'd be able to feel horny again but that was what was happening. And at the touch of her own sister's hands.

"Ummmm, Stacy," Sharon moaned.

Sharon felt Stacy tugging at her gown and she lifted her ass off the bed so that Stacy could tug it off Sharon wore to panties. Stacy's strong, supple fingers caressed Sharon's stomach and then slipped lower until she was touching Sharon's plump cunt mound.

"Would you like me to do something nice for you?" Stacy asked. "Something we girls used to do for one another."

"Ummmm," Sharon answered.

It just felt so good that Sharon didn't want her sister to stop. Stacy's fingers went lower until she was touching her pussy hairs. Sharon spread her legs open wider. She knew what was going to happen and she didn't feel any guilt.

She was too tired to feel guilty and it felt too good. Besides, she could never be guilty again. She had already gone too far to feel guilt at the desires of her body.

"You like my fingers?" Stacy asked.

"Yes," Sharon admitted. "Yes, I like them."