J Watson - Tempting little sister

"I need a cock," she groaned. "I need a cock so bad!"

But there would be no cock for her today and she knew she was going to have to take care of herself. She wiggled out of her stretch pants and sheer yellow panties, though she knew that Doug would raise hell if he walked back in and found her like that.

She parted her legs and touched her fingers to her wet pussy hole. She gasped as a shiver went through her. She pushed two fingers up into her tight hot hole. She wiggled her ass deliciously as she felt the hot walls of her cunt trying to suck her fingers in even deeper.

It wasn't going to be as nice as having a thick cock pumping her pussy, but she knew she could ease some of the pressure. She began working her fingers in her cunt until her pussy was gushing with juice.

She raised her head slightly so that she could look into the bedroom minor. She could see her hand buried between her legs, testing in the furry red bush. She could even see the steady working of her fingers jabbing between her plump pussy lips.

"Ahhhhh," she cried out softly.

She dropped her head back. Her mouth opened slightly and she touched the pink tip of her tongue against her feverish lips. She brushed her finger against her hot clit and she cried out in savage joy.

She began rubbing the tiny bud briskly and she felt it become taut with excitement. Mqre pussy juice gushed over her fingers.

"Ummmm," she moaned. "Ummmmm!" Her body shivered with her hot climax but it only eased the pressure a little. What she really needed was fat cock. A big stiff red to fill her aching pussy.

And she needed it damn fast. She was suddenly very seared. What if Doug kept up this mood?

What if he didn't give it to her for days or weeks or, God help her, even a month or so? If that happened she knew she would have to look elsewhere.

Everything went very much as Sharon had been afraid that things would go. Two weeks went by without Doug touching her. They were two of the most miserable weeks Sharon had ever spent. Her body ached with need and Doug wouldn't do anything for her.

His belligerent moods grew worse and more frequent as the time of Stacy's arrival drew near. He spent most of his time working out with his weights. He hardly talked to her. He treated her like a stranger in her own house.

Any other time, and Sharon would have let things work themselves out. She would have waited until the opportunity to tease Doug out of his mood. Then a new nightgown, a little perfume, and Doug would have been fucking her like a crazy man.

But this was a very bad time in Sharon's life.

She was still a young, beautiful woman but she needed Doug's assurance. She needed to be looked at like he had once looked at her instead of that dull empty look.

Sharon began to have vivid fantasies about men she knew and met on the street. She couldn't seem to help the quick pictures that flashed through her mind whenever she met a good-looking man. She had mentally undressed men before but it had only been a game with her. She'd never actually taken a man to bed before even in her mind. Her mental fucking got wilder and wilder.

The doorbell rang a few minutes after Doug had left for work. It had been a very bad morning for Sharon. Doug was in a really foul mood and he hardly touched his breakfast. She tried to talk to him but Doug wanted nothing to do with her. He was growing more and more distant. It hurt Sharon, and it angered her. She was getting just a little angry at his attitude.

The man who rang her doorbell showed her a card with his name and the name of his insurance company. Sharon only glanced at the name – Alan Jenkins. She started to tell him to leave but something stopped her.

She took a good look at him. He was her dream come true. He was young, tall, and handsome. He showed a lot of his white teeth when he smiled.

He was also completely opposite from Doug. He had the slender build of a basketball player rather than Doug's rugged weightlifter body. He had wavy blond hair and very blue eyes. He wore glasses, which gave him a look of intelligence. Sharon liked that.

He had a practiced charm, which was a welcome relief from Doug's surly attitude.

"I'd like to show you some of our programs," Alan finished his sales pitch.

"Oh, I guess it would be all right," she said. "But you'll have to sit in the kitchen. I still have work to do."

She saw his eyes gleam with anticipation of a sale and Sharon knew that he was new to his job. She also guessed that he was newly mated for the wedding ring on his finger was as bright as it had looked in the jeweler's window.

She also noticed that he wasn't so married that he couldn't appreciate her. She felt good at the look in his eyes that was guilty with interest. At least he took notice of all the trouble she had gone to that morning. Just for an unappreciative Doug.

She had showered early that morning before Doug had even awakened. Then she had perfumed and powdered herself. She had brushed her long red hair until it was shining. Then she had dressed herself in Doug's favorite outfit.

Of course, Alan couldn't appreciate her outfit because she wore it under her robe. She had on dark stockings that clung tightly to her long, slender legs. She wore a black garter belt and flimsy black panties. Her black bra barely covered her luscious tits.

She wondered what Alan would say or do if she suddenly pulled the robe apart. She didn't think he'd be as cold to her as Doug had been.

Alan opened his briefcase and spread out his books and papers over the kitchen table. Sharon cleaned the breakfast dishes in the sink, while she half listened to what he said. Doug always handled the insurance and she couldn't make any sense out of the facts and figures.

There was no reason why she should have invited the young man into her house. She had no intention of buying any insurance. She admitted to herself she had simply wanted some company.

Alan finished his sales pitch and there was suddenly an uncomfortable silence in the kitchen. Sharon let the soapy water out of the sink and wiped her hands on a towel.

She cleared her throat. "That sounds very nice. But I'd have to talk to my husband."

She noticed his crestfallen look as he realized he was not going to make a quick sale. She felt a little sorry for him. It was not his fault if she was lonely and Sharon had just used him. She poured him a cup of coffee and took it to the table.

She saw him looking at her again. She was pleased by the interest in his eyes. She felt a warm glow go through her body. She sat down across from him and her robe slipped off her knees. She pressed one silken knee against his. He pulled away quickly and she saw the hot red flush at his collar.

He was almost like a teenage boy. She was sure that the only experience he'd had with sex would have been the awkward fumblings of a newly married couple.

She found herself starting to grow excited.

She knew it wasn't sipping the hot, black coffee that was making her so warm. There was something appealing about Alan. Perhaps it was only that she wanted to feel a man admiring her again after Doug had shunned her for so long. Perhaps it was that she had always had a desire for blond boys.

Whatever it was, she knew that he was turning her on.

"How old are you, Alan?" she asked.

"Twenty," he answered.

She pressed her knee against his again. Her heart was pounding. He didn't pull his knee away so suddenly this time. She knew he was getting nervous by the way he gulped his coffee.

"Have you been married long?" she asked casually.

"Just a few weeks," he answered.

"I bet you can hardly wait until you're back home with her," Sharon said. "I know how it is those first few weeks. You never want to get out of bed."