J. Watson - Sister's Rape Lesson

That was what she had to do. She knew the only escape would be to give him what he wanted. She opened her lips even wider and went down on his cock all the way to his balls.

It wasn’t as bad as she expected. She found that she could hold him in her mouth and use her tongue at the same time. She licked and caressed him with her tongue and she could feel him growing more excited.

“Good,” he moaned. “Good!”

She remembered how Louise had fondled his balls with her hand and so she reached up and touched his heavy sac. She caressed his balk with her fingers.

“Go up and down on my cock,” he said. “Move your head up and down.”

She was aware that he was moving his hips and she knew he was getting near his climax. It frightened her for she didn’t know if she could take his hot cum in her mouth. She didn’t seem to have any choice. His hands were in her hair and he was puffing her up and down on his stiff cock.

“Ahhhhh,” he moaned. “That’s it, sweet girl. Do me good! Ahhh stilt, you’re the best cocksucker ever! Ahhhhh shit, do me good!”

She felt the first drop of his salty jism against her tongue. She wanted to draw her head back but he wouldn’t allow her any freedom. He took her bead and crammed her down hard on his cock.

“Here I come!” he yelled. “Oh fuck, here I come! Oh fucking shittttt!”

He exploded into her mouth with great gobs of his cream. She choked on it and some of the cum came out the corners of her mouth. But still he had her head in an unmovable position and she was forced to swallow to keep from gagging.

She swallowed each spurt of his salty jism and kept swallowing until he fell back against the bed, completely exhausted. She licked the white sperm from the head of his prick as she knew he wanted her to do.

He patted the back of her hair and then directed her to lick the rest of his cock. She cleaned him with her tongue like a cat cleaning its fur.

“Good job,” he said.

He pulled at her head and she came up to kiss his lips. He kissed her for a few minutes and then be turned her over. He pulled her close to him and she could feel his limp cock still dripping wet in the crevice of her buttocks.

His hands came around her waist and caressed her titties.

“You did a good job,” he said. “Now I’m going to reward you.”

He continued to fondle her nipples until she felt them growing sensitive. He kissed the back of her neck and pulled her ass closer to him. He spread her legs apart and placed his limp cock between her thighs.

She could feel him growing between her thighs. Growing big and hard again. She had thought that she would have been too sore to have sex for a month, but now she could feel her juices boiling up.

She started rubbing her ass against him.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said.

He spread her legs and held his cock as be guided it up into her pussy. She was still sore but his cock’s lubricating juices and her own juices soon had her wet enough not to feel it.

“Oh yes,” she moaned. “That’s it. Fuck me! Fuck me good.”

He started moving his cock in and out of her pussy. She could feel his balls as they touched her and this excited her even more. It was a comfortable position where neither of them had to move overly much and she found herself really enjoying it.

“Ummmm,” she moaned. “I can’t stand this. I’ll have to come. I can’t wait.”

“Go ahead, baby,” he said. “Let it all bang out. Do what you want.”

His words encouraged her to move faster against him. Her tin became swollen under his fingers, her nipples rock hard and aching.

“Oh Jesussssss,” she moaned. “This is nice! I’m going to come! I’m going to come!”

“Come on,” he encouraged. “Fuck my cock off. Fuck it off!”

She really was attempting to fuck his cock off. She found this the most exciting sex she’d ever had.

“I’m coming!” she screamed. “I’m comingggg! Oh Jesus fuck, I’m commming!”

He came with her, his hot cock spurting into her cunt as she flooded him with her hot juices. They kept fucking until they were both drained.

“Oh God,” she moaned as he fell away from her. “That was fine.”

She realized that Louise had been right. It was fine. The finest fuck she’d ever had. She turned over quickly and pressed herself against him. She felt like she was owned by him and she realized she liked the feeling.

She wanted to be owned by him. All her fight was gone. She was his to do with as he pleased.

She had to serve breakfast the next morning. Brad awakened her at six by pounding on the door. It seemed like she hadn’t gotten any sleep at all the night before. After Joe had finished with her he had sent her back to her room. She couldn’t have slept more than two hours before the morning came.

“Go away,” she said.

“Come on,” Brad said, pushing open the door. “Mr. Douglas wants you downstairs by six-thirty. It’s time for breakfast and be has some guests.”

She didn’t protest any longer. She forced herself to get up and she took a hot shower. She dressed in panties and bra and a skirt and blouse that had been placed in the bathroom for her.

Mr. Douglas, if he were the one who picked out the clothes, had very fine taste. Everything he had told her to wear was very expensive and yet simple.

The color and sizes were perfect.

She brushed her hair until it was shining and she hurried downstairs. Brad was in the kitchen.

“Mr. Douglas wants you to serve,” Brad said. “They’re on the patio.”

Joe and his two guests sat by a table near the pool. Tracy brought them omelets and coffee on a silver tray. The omelets smelled delicious and she found that she was hungry. She knew there was more in the kitchen and she started back, but Joe called her name.

“Come here, Tracy,” he said. She walked back to the table.

“This is Tracy,” Joe Douglas said. “She’s my new houseguest.”

The woman looked Tracy over critically but the man was obviously impressed. He licked his lips as he studied the outlines of Tracy’s body. Tracy blushed under his gaze, for he made her feel as if she were naked.

“She’s fantastic,” the man said. “You always have such fine taste in houseguests.”

“If you like bosomy types,” the woman shrugged.

“Shit, Marsha,” the man said. “You don’t like bosomy types because you have the smallest titties I’ve ever seen. Just two little buds.”

“Please, Jack,” the woman named Marsha said, and blushed. “You shouldn’t talk like that.”

“Shit,” Jack said again. “I’ll talk any way I like. You should never marry them, Joe. After a while they start to nag. Even a woman with little titties. You’d think she’d be thankful.”

Marsha turned a fierce red and jumped up from the table. For a moment Tracy thought that Marsha was going to strike her husband. But she seemed to gain control of herself.

“Sit down, Marsha,” Jack said. “I’ll talk about you any time I want.”

“Well I don’t have to listen,” Marsha said. “I’m leaving.”

“You’re sitting down,” Jack said. “You’re sitting down right now.”

“Screw you,” Marsha said.

Tracy had to jump back as Jack came out of his chair in a thunderous rage. He knocked his wife on her ass. Then he picked her up and flung her head first into the pool. He walked to the side of the pool and grasped her by the hair. He jerked her head up and then pushed her under the water again.

Tracy saw Marsha struggling as she tried to get up for air. Tracy almost said something but she saw the look in Joe’s eyes that said not to interfere. She remained silent but it was hard.