J Watson: Tempting little sister

She could tell that what she had said had shocked him. That made her warmer toward him. She suddenly knew that she was going to seduce the young man. Seduce, hell. That was a corny word. What she was going to do was fuck his brains out. She was going to fuck him until he couldn't stand up. She was going to get some of his cum for her burning cunt.

Only she wondered how she was going to do it. Perhaps he was so happily married that he would be shocked at her suggestion. And she didn't have that much experience seducing men.

She was still wondering when Alan looked down at his coffee cup and said softly, "It's not like that. At least Jane and I aren't like that."

"What do you mean?" Sharon asked.

He made an expression of distaste. "She doesn't like the bed part. She tolerates me. That's all."

Sharon blinked in astonishment. She hadn't thought there could be a woman that foolish around any more. Didn't the woman know that if he didn't find whet he wanted at home then he would surely look elsewhere? No wonder Alan had looked at her like he had. He was hungry for good loving.

"You poor darling," Sharon said huskily. "Maybe she'll change."

"I doubt it," Alan said bitterly.

"Sure she will," Sharon said. She started pressing her silken clad knee closer and closer. He blushed furiously but he made no attempt to move away again.

"A nice looking man like you," Sharon said. "No woman could resist you long."

Sharon grew bolder. She knew the young man would be too shy to make the first move. She leaned on the table with her chin cupped in one hand while she dropped her other hand below the table top. She felt him flinch when her fingertips touched his knee.

"Yes," Sharon said. "You are a nice looking young man. Your wife just needs a little time. She'll be crawling all over you before you know it."

She grinned at him as her hand slowly moved up his leg to his inner thighs. His mouth dropped open.

"What's the matter?" she asked. Her fingertips kept brushing at his thigh. "You're not afraid of me, are you? There's no reason to be afraid."

"Of course not," he said.

"That's good," Sharon purred. "I wouldn't want you to be afraid of me."

He was trying not to look at the place where her robe had gaped open, but he couldn't help himself. He seemed fascinated by the exposure of the tops of her snowy twin peaks. Sharon made a little motion that showed a little more of her tits encased in the filmy black bra. His eyes nearly popped out. He was frozen to his seat while tiny beads of sweat popped out on his forehead.

"My God," he groaned.

Sharon gave a low laugh as her fingertips finally reached the tip of his erect cock. Even through his trousers she could feel the throbbing warmth. She saw him shaking as her fingers gently brushed over the length of his prick.

"I like you, Alan," she said. "I like you a lot. I think you're very nice. Do you think I'm nice, Alan?"

"My God," Alan said softly.

Sharon grew tired of playing around. Her pussy was wet and painfully tender. She was ready to get down to the business of some serious fucking.

"Come with me," Sharon said. "I want to show you something."

She tugged at his hand but he didn't move. She tugged harder and this time he rose without protest. He didn't ask where as he meekly followed her out of the kitchen and into the plush living room.

Sharon released his hand as she walked to the center of her living room. Her pussy was wet and throbbing. Her cunt felt as hard as a man's cock.

She faced Alan with a soft smile on her lips. She unbuttoned the front of her robe. She could see him nervously clenching his hands as she slowly, teasingly drew the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

She got the response she wanted. He gasped as he looked at her filmy, sexy under-things. If only Doug had looked at her that way. He was looking at her with the same happy hunger of a child in a candy shop.

"Do you like me?" Sharon asked.

"Oh, fuck yes," he answered.

"Then why don't you come over here and show me how much," Sharon said.

It took him only seconds to reach her. He wrapped his arms around her and they both stretched out on the plush carpet. Sharon took his hand and placed it between her legs.

She knew he could feel the hot warmth of her wet pussy. She was so hungry for a good fucking. Her pussy juice had already soaked her panties and now the sensitive lips of her gash seemed to suck hungrily at his fingers.

"I'm so hot," she moaned. "I'm so hot for fucking!"

"What about your husband?" Alan asked.

"Don't worry about him," Sharon assured Alan. "He won't be home for hours."

A choking sob escaped her throat as Alan began to rub between her legs. Her juice soaked panties eased up into her gash and the sensation was delicious.

"Oh yes," she sobbed. "Rub my pussy like that! That feels so nice!"

She grabbed him between his legs. This time she didn't tease him with her fingertips but instead clutched his cock as hard as she could. She was overwhelmed by an intense desire to see his hard prick. She wondered how different his cock would look from Doug's.

She pushed him over onto his back and kneeling between his legs she pulled his zipper down. His throbbing prick strained against his shorts and made her tremble with excitement. Still, she took her time undoing his belt buckle and then tugging his trousers down his hairy legs.

He seemed to come alive as she bent to take his shoes and socks off. His arms encircled her back and his fingers barely touched her bra hooks. She let him fumble for a moment before she helped him.

"Is this what, you want?" she asked. She unhooked her bra and let the cups fall away from her luscious twin peaks. "Are these what you want to see?"

"God yes," he answered. He stared at the rise and fall of her big, creamy tits as if he'd never seen such a pair before. Just the look in his eyes made her nipples harden into two cherry points.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"Christ yes," he groaned.

"Why don't you taste them?" she asked him. "They taste sweet like candy. Why don't you suck on them?"

Alan gave a low groan and buried his face between her luscious globes. He licked at her creamy flesh, sucking the sweet taste of her into his hot mouth. His lips moved to one of her cherry nipples.

"Ahhhh," she groaned. "Oh, I like that! Suck me like that! Suck my titty!"

His lips sucked at her tit, sucking the creamy flesh into his mouth and rolling the rockhard cherry nipple beneath his tongue until she was squirming deliciously.

Her dainty hot hand clutched at his prick again, and she could feel it growing even larger at the touch of her fingers. She moved her thumb over the sensitive crown and again felt his bubbling cum juice soaking her fingers.

"Let me take these off," she said.

He was still wearing his shorts but he helped her slide them down his hairy legs and kick them off. Her fingers tightened around his swelling organ, her breath coming in short little gasps as she pumped his rockhard pole.

"You're so big," she groaned. "So big. I like your big cock! I like it!"

"Gaaa," he groaned. "You're going to have to stop that or I'm going to come."

She reluctantly released his throbbing cock but not before she took a good look at it. Her eyes feasted on the stiff length of his blood swollen pole with the tiny slit blinking out a few drops of thick white cum.

"Ummmmm," she said. "You're beautiful. Your big cock is so beautiful!"

She was tempted to do something she'd never done with her husband except with reluctance. She was tempted to kiss the purple head, to run her tongue around the sensitive edge, to taste his thick cumjuice in her mouth.

She was ready to do that but then his fingers went back between her legs. This time his hand slipped beneath her flimsy panties and his fingers rubbed the swollen lips of her gash. She nearly went out of her mind as he made her body tremble with nervousness and desire.