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

CHAPTER SEVEN

Stacy grew tired of watching television. She got up and moved around the room. There wasn't much to do. She would be glad when school started. At least she would be able to meet new friends. At least there would be some excitement.

She wondered where Sharon was. She hadn't heard her moving about in a long time. She got curious. Maybe she and Doug had something going in the living room.

Stacy almost laughed at the thought.

Sharon and Doug hadn't shared very many tender moments since Stacy had been in the house. Perhaps they saved it for the bedroom. A couple of times Stacy had been tempted to ask Sharon about the sex, but it was not something one asked her sister.

Stacy walked into the kitchen but there was nobody there. Perhaps she hadn't been so wrong about thinking Doug and Sharon might be up to something? Maybe there was something going on in the living room.

She slipped quietly into the living room. Doug was still lying stretched out on the couch snoring loudly.

"Sharon," Stacy called out softly.

There was no answer. Evidently her sister had left the house for some reason. Stacy moved across the soft carpeted floor and stood over Doug.

She stared at him for a few moments. She'd tried not to think about Doug since the incident in the garage. It was too dangerous to think of him. Sometimes she found herself blushing when he met her eyes.

She could almost believe that he had known she was standing there. There was no doubt that she liked to look at him. He was a beautiful man.

She still remembered that first hot flush of feeling the first time she'd looked at him. She could feel that same itch at her fingertips. There was a kind of aching need inside her belly to touch him now, to run her fingertips across his chest.

God, how she wanted to feel his strength.

She was still staring at him when he rolled over and sat up. He blinked at her before he realized who she was. A suspicious frown crossed his face.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"You," she answered.

"Why?"

His attitude made her bitter and she decided to shock him. She told him the truth. "Because I like looking at you. I think you're a beautiful man."

He was uncomfortable with her answer. Doug was still not used to Stacy. He had, been thinking of her as a little girl and she didn't look anything like a little girl. She was beautiful. Her body was as good as her older sister's. She didn't have Sharon's mature tits or her round ass but eventually Stacy would have. He had been expecting a snotty nosed kid and not this young woman.

Still, she was mentally a child.

That was what he kept telling himself over and over, again. She was a child. A baby girl that was messing up his life. He wanted no damn children messing up his style.

He had grown up with too many kids in the way. All of his brothers and sisters. He didn't like to think about the cramped quarters he had grown up in.

"What did you say?" Doug asked.

"I said I think you are a good looking man," she answered. "That was why I was looking at you."

He gave her an ugly look. Somehow he was aware that their relationship had been changed. He didn't know how it had been changed but he knew it had. He was suddenly on the defensive and it gave him a feeling he didn't like.

"Where's your sister?" he asked.

"I don't know," Stacy answered. "Maybe she's taking a walk somewhere?"

"She's been doing a lot of that lately," Doug complained. "A hell of a lot."

Doug heaved himself off the couch. "I'm going to take a shower."

Stacy watched his broad back disappear up the stairs. She wished that she had spent a little more time with him. They had held no more than a couple of minutes conversation since she had been there. She would have liked to find out exactly why he hated her so much.

She sat down on the couch and picked up one of his magazines. She flipped through the pages and saw that it was a weight lifting magazine.

She stared hungrily at the pictures of the muscular men. She thought that Doug had a better looking build than any of them. She wondered if he had a better cock. A man like that had to have a huge cock.

She heard the sound of the shower running upstairs. She pictured Doug standing in the shower and soaping his rugged looking body. She felt a warm flush on her cheeks.

She put the magazine down. She started to feel tingly all over as she realized what she was going to do. She had to see his cock and there was only one way to do that. Maybe he wouldn't hear her come in but she couldn't count on that. It was taking a risk but she was willing.

She went quietly up the stairs and stood outside his door listening. The shower was still going. She gently pushed open the door. She walked through the bedroom to the open door of the bathroom.

The bathroom was hot and steamy. She looked inside and she could see the massive form of Sharon's husband behind the shower curtain. She could see very little except his outline. She moved closer.

She was shocked when Doug turned the shower off and jerked back, the shower curtains at the same moment. She was no more than two feet from him. His thick, hairy body was everything she imagined it would be. His chest was powerful looking and covered with a heavy black mass of hair.

She licked her lips nervously as she dropped her eyes between his legs. The steaming water had half aroused him and his beautiful prick was all she could have wanted. She would have liked to bury her delicate face in his thick mass of black crotch hairs.

"What the hell are you doing in here!" Doug roared.

She was shocked back to reality by the bitterness of his tongue. She realized that she had no reason to give him. None that he would believe. So she decided to tell him the truth.

"I came to look at you," she said.

"To look at me," Doug said. He looked incredulous. He couldn't believe that she'd slipped into his bathroom just to look at him and yet there seemed to be no other explanation. He reached for a towel.

"All right, Goddamn it," he growled. "You're here. You might as well make yourself useful."

He saw the look of delight come to her eyes when he handed her the towel. He realized that the little bitch really did have it bad for him. She was turned on by his body. Well, he'd always known that some women went for the muscular types. He just didn't expect Sharon's little sister to be one of those.

He turned his back to her and he felt her small hands patting the towel against his muscular form. He wondered just how far Sharon's younger sister would go. He cursed himself for thinking about his wife's younger sister that way. Yet, for a long while he hadn't been interested in sex with his wife. Now he found that he was really interested in sex with Stacy.

What was the matter with him? He was happily married. He had a good wife, a good living. He should have been content. He shouldn't have raised such a big noise about Stacy coming to live with them. Yet, he hadn't found the maturity to deal with the situation.

Now it was worse because he was no longer thinking of Stacy as a snotty nosed little kid, but as a woman. A nice looking woman. He started to remember some of the outfits she'd worn around the house, outfits designed to show her young body off.

Stacy had the towel against his buttocks and against his inner thighs. He felt his balls tinge at her gentle touch. Damn. He couldn't let himself get carded away. Anything might happen and Sharon could return from her walk at any moment. He would have to stop this before it went any farther.

"Turn around and I'll do the front," Stacy said.

He didn't say a word to try and stop it. Instead he turned around. Stacy put the towel against his chest. It was like a dream come true for her. She rubbed the towel all along his broad chest and his matted chest hairs.

She moved the towel lower along his flat, muscular belly. He was breathing heavy. She tried not to look at the reddened prick between his legs. She could sense that it was growing.

"Maybe you should do the rest," Stacy said.

"Maybe," he said.

She didn't hand the towel back to him. Instead she rubbed the towel across his crotch and against his bulging prick. She gave a soft sigh as her fingers brushed against his balls while she dried him off.

She moved the towel lower as she dried off his inner thighs and then down his muscular legs to his feet. She had him completely dried and she had no more excuse for touching him.

She was on her knees and she started to get up. Instead his hands suddenly stroked her hair and started tugging her toward his crotch. She knew what he wanted. The same thing the soldier on the bus had wanted.

The tip of his half aroused cock brushed against her cheek and she looked up at him.

"Do you know what you're doing?" she asked him.

"Yes," he answered.

"I don't want you to be angry after," Stacy said. "You're not taking advantage of some young girl. I know what you want and I'm willing."

He stroked her blonde head. She took that as his answer. She turned her attention to the beautiful cock he had between his legs. She kissed the tip of his prick very gently. She tasted some of the strong, salty flavor of his cum. That was all right. She didn't mind the taste.

She began licking around the sensitive crown. His cock became rockhard in seconds. She kept licking at the tip and taking the bubbling cum on her tongue.

She thought about what she was doing. She thought about the fact that Sharon might return at any moment. But she also thought about how much she wanted this man, more than she had ever wanted a man in her life.

The soldiers had not excited her as much as her sister's husband. Her pussy was already wet and aching just thinking about having his big prick stuffed up her.

"Ummmm," she said.

She licked down the soft belly of his cock. She touched her lips gently to his oversized balls. She sucked both his balls into her mouth and rolled them beneath her tongue. Each time her pink tongue brushed his sac she increased his excitement.

"Oh Jesus," he groaned softly. "Let's go to the bedroom, Stacy. In the bedroom."

Stacy got off her knees and followed him into the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed and spread his strong thighs. His big purplish cockhead grinned at her.

"Take off your clothes first," he said.

Stacy quickly reached down to the bottom of her sweater. She peeled it over her head. She was wearing no bra and her big firm tits spilled out. He licked his lips.

She stripped out pf her tight jeans and panties and showed him the thick blonde curls between her legs. She had a mature cunt for such a young girl. She was proud of it because most men liked a thick covering on a girl's pussy.

She could feel her clit taut and throbbing like a man's cock. She could feel her wet juices drenching her pussy hairs. She was ready for a cock but she knew he wasn't ready. Besides she wanted to finish him with her mouth the first time.

She had wanted to taste cum on the bus and now she had her chance, and with a much more beautiful prick. She dropped to her knees again. She stroked his balls with her fingertips and he groaned. She laughed as she wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of his cock.

She opened her lips and popped just the crown of his cock into her hot mouth. She closed her lips and teeth against him. She used her tongue at the spermy slit.

His fingers curled in her hair again. He was trying to pull her closer but she wasn't ready for that yet. She wanted this to be a blow job he would remember for a long time.

He shivered with hot pleasure as she began to blow hot air on the end of his cock. She'd never given a real blow job before, not where she could take her time and bring the guy off, but she knew what he would like.

Doug was doing everything he could to control himself. He wanted to grab her head and cram every inch of his thick, throbbing meat between her luscious lips. He knew that would never work. He could only hope that she would continue to suck him for a long while. He had no idea that she actually intended to suck him until he came, that she intended to let him cum in her mouth.

He had tried to get Sharon to do that but Sharon always thought it was dirty. He couldn't expect Stacy to do it. Still, she was playing with his cock as if she enjoyed it, as if it might be a possibility that he could come in her mouth. He told himself that it would never happen. She would bring him almost all the way and then she would stop. Well, even that was all right. It felt so good.

Her fingers tightened around his cock again. He could feel his balls swelling up until they almost hurt. It had been a long time for him and he had plenty of cum.

"Christ!" he groaned. "Oh fuck, that feels fine, baby. Oh fuck, Stacy!"

Stacy gave him another soft kiss on the tip of his prick. She had started to get that powerful feeling again. This was the way that she could control a man like Doug. Even with all his muscles, he was no match for her dainty fingers and her sweet lips.

She almost laughed. She wanted to see him writhe in pleasure, she wanted to hear the soft moans coming from his throat as she really went to work on him. He didn't know what a pleasure he had in store for him, or what torture it was going to be for a little while.

Or what torture it was going to be for her. The sight and smell of his prick was sending delicious shivers through her. Her cunt had a hot itch to it and she was strongly tempted to jump on his prick and bounce like crazy. She stopped herself. She wanted his cum in her mouth first.

She licked around the sensitive crown once more. She pushed her lips against the tip and kind of stabbed the slit with her tongue sucking even more of his bubbling turn onto her tongue. She swirled her tongue around the tip while she caressed his balls with her free hand.

She was using everything she had on him now. She had one hand touching his balls, one hand wrapped around his cock, and her lips against his prickhead. It was time for the real action to start.

Slowly, tantalizingly, she opened her mouth and sucked in the tip of his prick once again. Her teeth scraped against the crown as she sucked his dick into her mouth.

"Oh Christtttt!" Doug moaned.

She fed his hard prick into her throat very slowly and all the time her pink tongue swirled all around the meaty flesh. She got his prick deep into her throat before she realized it. She took a long, loving look at it before she again popped it into her mouth.

Now his lust reddened prick was coated with her saliva. She could see little drops of cum on the end. He felt slimy to her touch but she didn't mind that. She knew that in a few moments he was going to be surging forward and shooting his jism powerfully into her mouth. This was what she wanted.

He began to stroke her tits. She realized that this was the first time he'd touched her. Her nipples were already taut by the time he touched them. He cupped her firm tits in his hands and then he squeezed.

"Oh Doug," she moaned.

"Eat me, Stacy," he begged her. "Eat my cock. Take me all the way. Sharon's never done that. Take me all the way!"

She wondered if he was telling the truth. Had Sharon taken him all the way before? Somehow she believed him. He wouldn't tell her something like that. Sharon hadn't sucked him off before. That thought made Stacy even more thrilled and horny.

She sucked his hard prick back into her mouth as if she was trying to devour it. She sucked every inch in! All the fucking way! She scraped her teeth against the hard meat that filled her mouth. God, she had never thought she could get so hot just by sucking a cock.

His hot meat filled her mouth so that she was rocked with hot sensation. She could feel his rockhard cockhead pushing against the back of her throat. She could smell his strong male odor as her nose was almost buried in his stiff pubic hair.

"God," he moaned softly. "Oh God, Stacy!"

She caressed his balls as her lips began sliding up and down on his prick. She could sense how excited he was getting as her sweet lips worked on him. She could feel his prick growing larger, swelling up with his cum ready to shoot into her mouth.

Her luscious red lips worked a little faster. Now the inside of her mouth felt coated with his jism and she knew he was leaking hot fluid from the tip of his cock.

"Aggghhh!" he groaned. He grabbed both sides of her head and his hips began to thrust. Stacy was no longer in charge. She couldn't escape his hands as he began brutally mouth fucking her. At first she didn't like it but then she began to feel hot.

She just relaxed and let him guide her head's movements. She had never had cock like this before. His muscular body strained each time he drove his prick deep into her hot throat. God, she was fantastic! He could feel her tongue swirling around her meat.

"Shit!" he moaned. "Oh fuck!"

There was a tightness all over his body. He could look down and see those sweet lips filled by his bloated prick. He could see her tangled blonde hair flying around her face each time he thrust off the bed.

He wanted to drive her into the floor. He wanted to get his prick down into her stomach. He tried. He was brutal with her and she never once tried to move away. He felt the hot liquid fire shooting up from his balls.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned. "I'm going to come! Oh fuck, I love it! Oh fucking Jesus! I'm coming! Fuckkkkkkkkkk!"

It was everything he had always dreamed that Sharon would one day do for him. It didn't matter that this was Sharon's younger sister. It was his dream come true.

He drove deep into her mouth one last time as he felt his cum spilling from the end of his prick.

He heard her swallowing his thick stuff. He couldn't believe it. He looked down at her face again. She was gobbling his prick like it was candy and she was sucking his jism down her throat.

"Oh Christ!" he groaned. "You baby, you sweet baby!"

He fell back against the bed as her mouth sucked the rest of his cum from the end of his prick. He knew he had come a lot but she hadn't seemed to mind the thick jism filling her throat. In fact, now she was crawling up onto the bed beside him and her mouth was going back to his prick.

Stacy brushed her hair against his wet prick because she knew this would excite him. She took strands of her hair and wiped his slimy prick clean.

"See there," she said. "See how much I like your cock and your cum. I sucked your cock and now I'm wiping it clean with my hair. See how much I like it."

He groaned loudly. He had never had, an experience like this one. He had never felt a woman wipe his prick clean with her hair. He had never felt lips that sucked like Stacy's.

She was back at his prick again like a cum-hungry animal. She sucked the tip of his prick into her mouth and started swirling her tongue around the ultra-sensitive head.

"Oh no," he said. "Oh Christ! Don't do that! It feels so good that it almost hurts."

"It's going to hurt better," Stacy moaned. "You've got plenty left. I'm going to make it hard again."

"Oh Christ, no!" he groaned. "Fuck, you're going to kill me!"

He didn't have the strength to push her away. Her mouth and tongue went to work on his cock and damn if he didn't feel a little heat in his balls.

She sensed his growing arousal and she quickly switched around on the bed. She stretched out on top of him with her pussy just inches from his face.

She once again captured his prick in her mouth as she lowered her cunt onto his face. She shivered as she felt his hot tongue licking her soft thighs and then pushing at the pink folds of her cunt. She was really juicy and he sucked her juice into his mouth. She listened to the sounds of his sucking.

"Mmmmmm!" she gasped.

She sucked his prick deep into her throat. It was a little easier now that he wasn't quite so hard. It didn't stay easy for long. She felt the male flesh become bloated with lust, swelling up until it filled her cheeks.

She felt his tongue stabbing at her clit. She ground her pussy harder against his face and began really sucking on his prick. She felt the first of his bubbling cum and she released his prick. Her pussy was hotter than fire and she wanted to have his big prick stuffed inside her.

She could hardly wait. She switched around again until she sat on top of him. She bent low and kissed his mouth. She tasted her own tangy juices on his lips. She let her hair brush his face as she raised up again.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Oh fuck yes," he answered.

She straddled him. Her fingers laced around his throbbing tool and she guided the rubbery cockhead to the entrance to her hot hole. She rubbed his cock up and down her wet groove until there was shooting fire all over her body.

"Ummmmm!" she cried.

She slowly sat down on his cock. First his massive cockhead pushed apart the sensitive lips of her cunt and then she felt the long sliding length of him filling her pussy. It felt so good. She ground her pussy against him as she felt her cunt filled completely by his hot warmth.

"Good!" she sobbed. "Oh, that feels so good. I've wanted your cock for so long!"

Doug groped her tits as she began bouncing up and down on his rigid cock. His male flesh filled her so completely. He was bigger than the two soldiers but that wasn't the only thing that excited her. She kept thinking that she was fucking her sister's husband. That made everything seem wickedly delightful.

It made her wonder where Sharon was, but then she forgot about Sharon as Doug began to thrust up into her tight hot cunt. She bounced faster and a soft sob broke from her throat.

"Oh Doug," she groaned. "It feels good. It feels so fucking good! You know how to treat me, Doug!"

It wasn't enough for Doug. He was really aroused and he wanted to be on top. He wanted her to be punished by his big cock. He made her slip off his thick rod.

"On your back," he said. "Quickly."

She was stretched out on her back before she realized what was happening. He was pushing her legs up over her head to expose her burning snatch. He pushed a finger into her hot twat and she shivered.

"Like that?" he asked her. "You like my finger?"

"Oh yes," she answered.

"I'm going to give you something more than my finger."

Doug leaned between her legs. She felt his tongue licking at her pussy, licking her juices again. She squirmed beneath him. She wanted his thick cock inside her.

"Fuck me, Doug," she pleaded.

"Are you begging me?" he asked. "Are you begging for my cock?"

"Oh God yes, I'm begging," she moaned. "I'm begging for your big cock! Give it to me, Doug."

He leaned against her and she felt his prick placed against her hole. He pushed gently and his staff slowly got sucked into her tight pussy. She wiggled as she felt that delicious filling meat going into her pussy.

"Yes!" she moaned. "That's what I want! That's what I needed! I love your big cock!"

He pushed his prick into her pussy all the way and then he waited. She felt hotter and hotter because he wouldn't move. She felt itchy. She wanted him to fuck her. She found herself begging him to fuck her and still he wouldn't move.

She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him tightly against her upraised knees. She could feel his big prick so deep inside her, deeper than any cock had ever gone. She could feel his throbbing cockhead against the deep walls of her pussy.

God, she needed him to slam his big prick into her! She needed to be fucked and fucked good. She was going crazy with the hot expectation of it.

"Please fuck me!" she begged. "Don't make me wait any more! Please fuck meee!"

He began fucking her. Slowly, at first. He moved his big prick in and out of her cunt with an almost painfully slow rhythm. It was like the same torture she had used to suck his cock. He wouldn't make her come this way. He would only build up the hot fires burning in her belly.

"Oh faster, Doug!" she groaned. "Please fuck me faster! Just a little faster!"

He increased the rhythm of his fucking but not by very much. His balls slapped loudly against her, but still his prick wasn't going quickly enough.

Then he was taking his prick out of her again. "No, please!" she cried. "Don't do that! Put it back in me! Put your big prick back in! Oh please!"

He made her put her legs down and he fell on top of her. His heavily muscled body covered her completely. She felt smothered by his thickness. She rubbed her tits against his massive hairy chest.

"Fuck me!" she moaned.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Now I'm going to give it to you like you've never had it before. Now I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!"

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes!"

This time he slammed his prick into her with all the force of his body. He went in deep and he pulled his cock out halfway. He slammed it back into her again and she gasped.

"All right," he said. "Lift your legs. Wrap them around my back. Hang on!"

She raised her legs and wrapped them around his back. She was so small and he was so big. It was like an ape fucking a delicate little child. She had never felt so completely helpless in her life. She had never felt so completely filled by a man's cock.

"Fucking little cunt!" he grunted. "I'm fucking you! I'm fucking you hard! I'm going to give you my cum! I'm going to fill up your fucking cunt!"

"Oh yes!" she groaned. "Oh yes!"

It had been so long for Doug. He hadn't fucked Sharon in a long while and now he knew the real reason why. He hadn't been so angry at Sharon as he had been bored with her. She was beautiful but he had been bored.

He had needed something a little different to get him aroused. He had needed something like Stacy. A child with the body and mind of a woman. A sweet fucking machine that had a pussy so hot and smooth that he thought he was going to shoot off every time he stroked his rod into her.

"You fucking little cunt!" he groaned. "Ahhh! You sweet fucking cunt!"

"Yes!" Stacy cried. "Call me names! Do anything you want with me. Only keep giving me that big cock. Keep giving me that big hard cock of yours! I love ittttt!"

He put his hands underneath her ass and lifted her half off the bed. Now he was really getting his prick in deep. God, what a sweet hot hole! She seemed to be making her pussy tight each time he if drove into her.

The sensation was fantastic. He could feel his cockhead almost straining to get inside. It was like fucking a sweet young virgin over and over. He had the feeling her pussy hadn't been used that much.

"Shit!" Doug cried. "I'm going to come! I'm going to fucking come! Oh shit! It feels good! Too good to believe. Oh fuck, I'm going to come!"

"Christ!" she groaned. "Oh Christ, come in me! Squirt your turn in me! That's the way! I like that! Oh, it feels so fucking hot! I can feel your hot cum squirting! Squirt! Squirt! Squirttttttt!"

It was damned fantastic. She was moaning and wiggling underneath him as he pumped his load of jism into her pussy. She. Was coming at almost the same time. He could feel his cock being flooded with her wet juices.

It was so damned delicious that it was better than a wet dream when everything went perfect. Christ, it was good. He pounded his prick into her cunt a couple more times until he had drained every drop of his cum into her sweet pussy. Still, he didn't stop pumping her until she stopped wiggling.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "That was grand!"

Her fingers scratched his back and he realized she had been doing that all along. He would have a hard time explaining the vivid red lines to Sharon. She had almost drawn blood. But it had been good! It was hard to think about Sharon when he was basking in the warmth of one of the best fucks he'd ever had.

"Don't you think it was good?" she asked him.

"You know I fucking do," he answered.

They were too exhausted to move for a long time. Then the glow began to wear off and they started thinking about Sharon again. What would Doug's wife do if she walked in and found them like this? Probably demand a divorce or something.

"We have to get dressed," Doug said.

He somehow got out of bed. He looked at the bedroom clock and realized that they had been fucking for more than an hour. Much longer than he had thought. And Sharon had been gone for quite a while. Doug began to worry.

The neighborhood was a safe place to walk but anything could happen in these times. Perhaps she had been dragged off somewhere and raped and murdered. While he had been fucking her sister. Doug began to feel a little guilty. Quickly he started dressing.

"Where are you going?" Stacy asked.

"I think I'd better go and look for Sharon," he said.

"I'll go with you," Stacy said.

They were both dressed in just a few minutes and walking out of the house. They walked about a block but they saw nobody on the streets. Doug felt his heart begin to hammer. Maybe something had really happened to his wife.

Stacy suddenly clutched his arm. "It looks like a party going on there. Maybe somebody there had seen her."

"She wasn't dressed for a party," Doug said.

"I know," Stacy said. "But somebody might have seen her."

Doug allowed himself to be pulled toward Jason's house.

Sharon felt really tired but the men were still not done with her. A man was rubbing his limp dick across her mouth. Her lips were already smeared with cum from other men's cocks. In fact, she felt like she had sticky cum all over her body.

"Get on your hands and knees." It was Jason back again. She nodded her head humbly.

"Please, Jason," she said. "Not any more. I'm so tired. I don't think I can move."

"Get the fuck up, you bitch!" Jason said. "Now. I'm not playing games with you."

She slowly climbed to her hands and knees and immediately that limp dick was forced into her mouth. She took the man's cock in slowly and she could taste his cum. It didn't make any difference. She felt like she'd swallowed more than a gallon of cum in the past few minutes.

Jason stood behind her playing with the soft globes of her ass. She wondered what he was doing but she was too tired to turn her head. She sucked harder and she felt the man's prick beginning to swell. It was hard to believe that only that day she had never sucked a man off before. Now her neck ached from all the times she'd jerked her head back and forth on a man's cock.

She felt Jason's fingers playing in the curly hair on her pussy. Then his hand was parting the globes of her ass and she felt him probing her asshole with his finger.

She was shocked as she realized what he was doing. His finger stabbed into her asshole.

She twisted away from the man she was sucking.

"Don't do that, Jason," she begged. "That hurts."

"Shittttt!" Jason said. "Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear about it."

She moaned as he crammed two of his fingers deep into her asshole. He moved them around.

She felt cramped and uncomfortable. She was being tugged back to a cock again.

"Suck me," a man was saying. "Go ahead, bitch. I'm getting turned on now."

Her lips closed around the man's cock again. She sucked his prick deep into her throat as Jason continued to play with her ass. She was relieved when his fingers came out of her asshole. That had felt so uncomfortable.

Then she felt his prick brushing between the crack of her ass. Again she twisted away.

"Nooo!" she wailed.

"Goddamn," the man in front said. "Get your mouth back here, bitch. Don't take it away again."

He grabbed her roughly by her hair and jerked her face back against his crotch. This time he drove his prick deep in her mouth and kept it there. She could feel his cockhead nudging the back of her throat.

"I'm going to fuck her sweet ass," Jason said. "I'm going fuck some of her tight little ass."

"Oh nooo!" she cried.

This was the last time she was able to escape the man who fucked her in the mouth. He didn't relax his grip again as he tugged her mouth back to his red prick.

"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.