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

CHAPTER TWO

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."

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.

"Your fingers are making me hot!" she cried.

He removed his hand but only for a second. He pulled at her panties and she helped by raising her ass. He slipped her panties down her long, slim legs and she kicked them away. She was dressed in only her garter belt and stockings and she could see that. He liked the picture she made for him.

His cock jumped like it was a living thing and more of his thick cum bubbled out of the end. She touched her fingers to the tip of his cock and smeared her fingertips with his jism. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them. She got a little taste of his salty flavored jism.

"Holy Christ!" he moaned.

He touched her hot pussy mound again. This time his hand cupped her mound while two of his fingers stabbed into her pink pussy. She was tight and wet and hot, and she screamed when she felt those fingers jabbing her pussy.

"Ahhhhhh," she moaned.

Now she was really hot, as hot as she could remember being with Doug. She spread apart the pink lips of her cunt obscenely as more of his fingers probed her hot gash.

"I need a fuck!" she cried. "I need a fuck so bad! I'm so hot all over!"

His fingers worked in her for a few minutes more until she felt slippery and her pussy hair was drenched with her juices. He rubbed one finger across her tiny joy bud and she screamed again.

"Fuck meeeeee!"

"Sure, baby," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked. But first I'm going to taste some of your sweet pussy!"

Doug had never done that before. Probably because he thought she wouldn't like it. She was shocked and excited when Alan began kissing her flat, quivering belly and then trailing his wet tongue down to the juncture between her thighs.

She didn't know what to expect and she shivered when his lips touched her plump gash. Christ, it felt good! It was something she had never experienced before. It made her so hot that she was almost hurting in her belly.

"Ohhhhh!" she cried out softly.

His face pressed hotly between her soft thighs and his tongue stabbed at her. This was new! A delicious sensation went through her body as she felt his tongue searing the walls of her inner cunt.

"Oh, you sweet bastard!" she cried. "You sweet fucking bastard! Oh, eat my pussy! Suck it!"

His tongue started stabbing in and out of her cunt but he wasn't satisfied with just that. He sucked her clit between his teeth and began chewing on it. Her clit felt so big and hard and she was getting crazy all over.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "That feels so good! I'm coming! I'm coming! AGHHHHHHH!"

Her tangy tasting pussy juices drenched his mouth and he began to suck and swallow. She pulled his face closer and she ground her pussy violently against his stabbing tongue. He finally raised his head from between her thighs.

"Ummmm," she said softly. "That was fantastic. It was good, but it wasn't a fuck. And I need a fuck!"

"You're going to get what you need, cunt," he said.

He had changed from a shy young man into a sex machine. She didn't mind. She wanted to be treated like an animal and she didn't need any shy young man treating her with respect. She wanted to be fucked and fucked good.

She rolled against him, mashing her big, soft tits against his hard chest. His rigid prick rested against her flat belly and she could feel the wetness of his dripping cum against her skin.

They kissed hungrily, her tongue probing his lips. His broad hands stroked her back and then cupped the soft cushion of her ass. His fingers caressed the skin of her ass and then slipped into the crack of her ass to gently probe her anus.

"Ummmm," she moaned softly.

He pushed her over onto her back and he knelt between her legs. Again he kissed her hairy red pussy but this time he didn't leave his lips there. She sensed how horny he was. He lifted her legs above her head so that the plump pink lips of her cunt were exposed to his hungry gaze.

She was growing hot again. He pushed apart the lips of her cunt with his fingers, probed deep inside her cunt with the edges of his fingers. She could feel the throbbing warmth growing in her pussy. He began to jab his fingers in and out of her juice slickened cunt until she couldn't stand it.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "Fuck me! Put your fucking cock in me! Hurry up, damn it. I need your prick!"

God, how she needed it. She wanted to feel the hot fullness of his cock inside her pussy, stretching her cunt walls and pumping his jism into her belly. She couldn't remember being as hot as she was at that moment. She needed a good, hard fucking.

"Put it in me!" she cried again. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck the shit out of me! Nowwwww!"

He moved between her legs and she humped up to meet the hard thrust of his prickhead. His prick nudged between her lips and then stabbed through the tight wetness of her cunt until he had pressed in as far as he could go.

It was fantastic. She told him not to move as she reveled in the glorious feeling of having her pussy so filled by his thick, throbbing meat.

In her position he was in so deep, she could feel each lovely inch of his cock stretching her pussy. It felt like the head was in her belly. How stupid his wife was. The little bitch didn't know what a goldmine she had. Hell, Sharon would have never let such a man leave the house with any strength for fucking.

"Now fuck me," Sharon said. "Fuck me good. It's been so long. Really give it to me!"

He started to give her the brutal fucking that she'd needed for so long. She didn't feel guilty about what she was doing. Maybe later she would, but now she could only make little squeals of pure pleasure at what was happening. There was no time for guilt.

He fucked her as wildly as a stud horse mounting a pretty filly in the pasture. He drove his cock in and out of her hot cunt with lusty thrusts. She realized that, he needed this fuck as badly as she did.

"That's right," she moaned. "Fuck me hard, you sweet bastard! Fuck me good and hard!"

She fucked him back with a high humping movement, her tight wet pussy lips making a soft sucking noise each time he plunged his prick into her. She knew she was getting one of the finest fucks that she'd ever gotten.

His balls felt heavy with cum each time he moved against her and she got ready for the exploding of his hot cum into her hungry pussy. She could feel a hot knot in her belly starting to grow and make her shiver.

"Aghhhhhh," she moaned. "Aghhh, yes. That's the way to fuck me! Now a little harder! Really hard! Really give it to me! Ahhhh, yes, I'm coming! You're making me come with your big hot dick! Ahhhhhhhhhheeeeeeee!"

Her juices soaked his pumping prick and he began fucking her faster, harder. He was making heavy breathing sounds as he really began to slam his big prick into her.

"Come," she breathed. "Come in my pussy. Fill my fucking pussy up with your cum!"

At that moment she wanted his thick cum more than she'd ever wanted anything. She only had to hump up once more before she felt the swelling of his prickhead and she felt the first of his hot juices spurting into her.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried. "Come in my pussy! Fill up my hot cunt!"

He came in a gush of hot cum, his juice leaking out of the sides of her pussy and dripping to her thighs and into her ass crack in thick rivers of white. She loved the feel of his wetness against her skin, loved the way he bit her shoulder as he came.

She somehow reached between them and she found his balls. She began to squeeze them gently as she drained his cock dry.

"Fuck," he said softly, savagely.

"Oh baby," she moaned. "Oh my sweet baby!"

He was gone and Sharon felt strange. She wasn't feeling guilty yet, just kind of odd. It was like what had happened had happened to some other woman and not to her Sharon just couldn't believe she could have gone after the young insurance salesman with such obscene hunger.

But it was true. She took a shower and she could still see the wet marks of his cum on tier thighs. She could still taste his saliva and the tinny taste of his cum. She had really done it. There could be no doubt of that.

And she had enjoyed it.

She couldn't lie to herself about that. She had enjoyed it. The sight and smell and feel of his strong, lean body had really gotten her turned on. For the first time in months she felt completely satisfied and at ease with the world.

She stood and stared at her naked, lush body in the mirror. She couldn't feel guilty because she had enjoyed it so much that she knew it was going to happen again.

She admitted it finally. It wasn't a one time thing. It was going to happen again. Every time she felt that hot urgency and Doug would do nothing about it.

"It's Doug fault," she said proudly. "He has nobody to blame but himself."

She had made her decision and now Sharon found herself thinking about men in a new and different way. She was no longer having fantasies about them. She started thinking about how she could actually get them to fuck her.