"Tempting little sister" - читать интересную книгу автора (Watson J T)

CHAPTER ONE

Beautiful redheaded Sharon Thomas sat on the edge of the bed and watched her husband stalk angrily around the room. He had wrapped a towel around his waist after getting out of the shower, but he hadn't dried off well. She could still see tiny droplets of water clinging to his hairy chest.

He was still fantastic looking after eighteen years of mated life. He had continued to lift weights after school and his bulging muscles combined with his dark good looks to make him one of the most appealing men she'd ever met.

Not that it was going to do her any good today, she thought bitterly.

"I'd like to know just what the hell your Aunt Paula was thinking about," Doug complained.

"Aunt Paula has kept Stacy for seven years," Sharon said patiently. "She didn't have to take that responsibility when mother died."

Doug glared at her. "So now it's my problem?"

He began stalking around the room again. Sharon knew it was crazy or she was crazy because her husband was talking about something important and all she could think about was his well-developed body.

She kept looking at the front of his towel. Damn, she needed a fuck. She didn't understand it but since her birthday, her horny feelings had started getting really intense. She was getting worse than a teenager. She'd found herself undressing strange men with her eyes, and starting to wonder about her friends' husbands.

Not that Doug wasn't giving it to her regular. Doug was a real cocksman most of the time. His only exercise certainly wasn't lifting weights. He could be a real wild fuck when he was in the mood. Maybe he didn't get as excited by her body as he had once been, but that was only to be expected after so many years of marriage.

"Damn it, Sharon," Doug said angrily. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Of course," Sharon lied.

Sharon wigged as an intense gush of feeling went through her like a whitehot poker. She could feel her wet pussy throbbing with an empty ache. God, how she needed a big dick to fill her hungry pussy.

"Why the hell do I have to support her?" Doug asked, beginning again the same argument that had been going on for two hours. Ever since Sharon had dropped the bombshell that her sister was going to have to move in with them.

"She's my sister," Sharon said patiently. "She had to go someplace."

"But why in the hell does it have to be my house?" Doug asked.

Sharon didn't answer. She had lived with Doug long enough to know his true feelings. Doug wasn't mad about having to support Stacy. He didn't need the money because he made enough at his plumbing job to support a much bigger family. He could have retired that afternoon and still had enough to keep them comfortably for the rest of their lives.

Nor was he worried about room, for they lived in a highclass residential neighborhood in a big brick house with more rooms than they needed. Stacy wouldn't be a hardship as far as money and room went.

Sharon understood what was really bothering Doug. He had always been a very private person. He shared few of Sharon's active interests, and he only tolerated her friends. He enjoyed being by himself and working with his hands. He disliked social gatherings that Sharon made him attend.

He had been that way in school when Sharon had first started going out with him. All of Sharon's friends were shocked to see them together. Sharon was the most popular girl in school and she was constantly asked out. She was captain of the cheerleading squad and prom queen for three years running. Everyone said she was a laughing, fun girl.

Doug was completely different. He was a dull person. He played linebacker for the school football team but even his steady playing didn't make him any more popular. He was from a poor family and he had more brothers and sisters than he could count. Doug and Sharon just didn't fit together.

Perhaps Sharon didn't understand why she had first agreed to go out with him. But there was something about him that interested her. There was a hunger in his eyes that told her he would be a hard-working man.

Sharon was world wise enough to realize the importance of having a mate who would provide for her. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew that Doug was going to be a rich man. He wasn't like the rest of the boys with their silly dreams, he was a realist.

Besides, he turned her on. No other boy had ever made her feel so squirmy just by looking at her. She'd never really thought about sex until she'd met Doug. She had kissed and played around a little but nothing serious. It had always seemed to her that the sex was a little silly.

It wasn't that way with Doug. She felt hot sitting next to him at the movies, or dancing with him. He didn't try anything with her and that made her hotter. It was Sharon who first kissed him. She clung to him on her front doorsteps and kissed him with her wet open mouth as passionately as she'd ever kissed a boy.

That kiss had made her tinge and Doug had never known that he could have taken her without effort anytime in the next couple of years that they dated. She was helpless around him but he never took advantage.

Again it was Sharon who took the initiative. She knew it was wicked but she had waited long enough. They were two days away from graduation and talking of marriage, and it was time that Doug knew what he was getting.

They were at the drive-in and Sharon had suddenly had the irresistible impulse to touch his cock. She shivered as she remembered that first inexperienced touch between his legs. She could still feel the stiff pole in his trousers, that hot stiff pole that jumped excitedly at the gentle touch of her fingertips.

"Oh my God, Sharon," Doug had groaned.

It was like she had opened the floodgates. Doug pushed her back in the seat and his hands stroked her firm tits for the first time. She felt her nipples grow hard against the rough fabric of her bra. She knew he could feel them too.

It was cramped and uncomfortable in the front seat but that didn't stop Doug. Somehow he got her clothes off. He wasn't the gentle boy she had known. He had been turned into a raving sex maniac who couldn't get enough of her.

His strong fingers clutched at her savagely until she knew he was leaving marks. His hungry mouth nuzzled at her tender flesh. It flashed through her mind that if her mother saw the marks she was going to have to do a lot of explaining.

Then she quit thinking about her mother for his rough hand went between her legs. She had touched herself, there, before but it was not anything like the touch of his hand. His fingers rubbed up and down her wet gash.

She knew that she was taking a chance for there was a possibility that Doug would never respect her again. She knew that nice girls didn't moan in pleasure, or show their tits and pussy. Nice girls didn't get so turned on. And especially nice girls didn't allow themselves to get fucked.

And she wanted to be fucked. Her body ached for the dick that he could give her. She loved every touch of his hands and mouth and the rough scraping of his teeth on her titty-flesh. She had never wanted anything more than she wanted his cock.

Once more she clutched at his thick pole. She squeezed his bloated staff through his trousers. He moved away and she felt his hand pushing hers away. She heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

"I want to fuck you, Sharon," he said. "I've got to put my cock in you! It hurts!"

She'd gotten scared then but it was too late to back down. He would have taken her forcefully if she'd tried to struggle. He took her dainty hand and placed it back in his lap. For the first time she touched a boy's hard cock. She felt the throbbing heat of it only a second before he was moving between her legs.

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.

"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.