J. Watson: Gang-raped sisters

"Yes," she moaned. "I'll beg you. I'll do anything, only please stick it back in! Stick it in deep! Oh shit, put it back in!"

"You want my cock?" he questioned, still teasing.

"God yes!" she moaned. "I want your cock. I want your big fucking cock in my pussy. Fuck me, Mr. Juniper! I'll be your slave. I'll dance for you and kiss your cock, but please fuck me now!"

She could see his lust-filled eyes and she knew he could tease her no longer. She pushed her pussy up at him, and he plunged inside.

He fucked her hard for only a few moments, and then she could feel his cock growing stronger, getting ready to explode with his white juice.

"Yes!" Beverly moaned. "Give it to me! Give me every drop of your precious cum."

He gave it to her. He plunged his cock in deep and she felt his love juice explode out the end of his hot cock.

"Oh yes!" Beverly moaned. "That's it! I can feel you squirting! Oh God, I can feel you squirt!"

He began to moan and move his hips wildly as he poured more of his white jism into her pussy. She felt her hot juices explode with him, felt her thighs begin to tremble with her climax.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "I'm coming with you! Oh God! I can feel you squirt and I'M SQUIRTING WITH YOU!"

She finished soaking him with her hot pussy-juice as the last of his jism was drained from his cock. He rolled away from her and took a handful of her long, dark hair to wipe his cock off with.

"Sweet Sissy," he said. "What a sweet piece of ass you are. I loved it."

"Me too," Beverly moaned.

Beverly looked up quickly and her face turned pale. Mrs. Juniper stood in the doorway with her meaty hands on her wide hips.

"I asked what in the hell is going on here?" Mrs. Juniper asked again.

"He tried to rape me," Beverly said.

She knew it wasn't fair, because it hadn't turned out to be exactly rape, but those were the only words she could think of to say.

"Shit!" Mrs. Juniper said angrily. "That was no rape, sweetie. I came in and heard you begging for it. You loved my husband's cock. Now get out of here, whore! Get out of here before I beat your ass!"

Quickly Beverly gathered up her clothes and dressed. She was out of the door in just a few moments.

Beverly was called into the office of the principal early the next morning. She saw her fellow students, even those who hadn't been talking to her, giving her looks of sympathy as she left her classroom.

It was not good to be called into Mr. Powell's office.

He was a firm man who believed in harsh measures when a child misbehaved. Every student in school feared being called into his office.

Mr. Powell's secretary told Beverly to go right on in. Beverly gathered up her courage and walked into the small office. Mr. Powell sat behind the desk. He was a huge man with meaty hands and a knowing look.

"Have a seat," he gold her gruffly.

Beverly sat down. Mr. Powell walked from behind his desk and looked down at the young girl who sat there.

She was better looking than be had imagined. She had good tits, and he wondered if they were real. He also wondered if the rumor he had heard about her were true. She was becoming known as the round heels of the entire school. He'd heard the boys talking about her in the hallways and he'd decided that he would check her out.

He was glad he had. She crossed her legs and he saw her short skin ride up high on her creamy thighs. He licked his lips. Damn, but he was getting to be a horny buzzard. If only his wife weren't so frigid.

But his wife was and there was nothing much he could do about that.

"Well, Sissy," he said. "I believe you are called Sissy by your friends."

"Yes sir," she said.

He saw her hands tremble as she spoke. Good! She was frightened of him. He liked them to be frightened of him. So frightened, in fact, that they would do absolutely anything for him.

"I've been hearing some things about you, Sissy," Mr. Powell said.

Beverly's heart sank. She didn't know what he'd been hearing, but she was sure that it wouldn't be good for her.

"What kind of things, sir?"

"Just things," he said. "Things that disturb me very much."

"I don't know what you mean," Beverly said. "I think you do," Mr. Powell said. "Now, I'm not here to talk about your morals. I know you young girls have different ideas about life than we did in my time."

Jim Powell realized that his hands were sweating. He hadn't felt so attracted to a girl since that idiot blonde cheerleader. He remembered her with a soft smile.

She had been a nice one, all those soft curves and those proud young tits and that beautiful ass.

She had been caught with some grass in school and he had made her a proposition.

She had been only willing to suck his cock right there in his office.

He studied Beverly. She had the look of a girl who could be convinced to do anything in order to stay in school. And he had more evidence on her than he'd had on that blonde cheerleader.

"I still don't know what you mean, sir?"

"Okay," Mr. Powell said, with a shrug of his shoulders. "If you're not going to be honest with me, then I'm afraid we can't continue this conversation. I'll just have to call in your mother?"

"Oh no!" Beverly protested. "Don't do that."

"Then you will be honest with me?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Good. Then you know what rumors I'm talking about?"

"Yes." Beverly lowered her head.

"And you are guilty?"

"Yes," she said in a barely audible voice. She couldn't see the quick gleam of delight that was in Mr. Powell's eyes for a moment. She knew that her reputation was growing, but she didn't know that it had reached the office of the principal.

"I should suspend you," Mr. Powell said.

"Oh no!" Beverly said. "Please don't do that!"

"I wouldn't want to," Mr. Powell said, "but I'd have to know that you're willing to work if I took a risk and didn't tell your mother."

"Yes," Beverly agreed. "I'm willing. I'd work just like you told me."

"Good," Mr. Powell grinned. "Can you be at my house at five this afternoon?"

"Yes," Beverly agreed.

Beverly had no idea what she was supposed to do at Mr. Powell's house, but she was sure that she wasn't going to be late. She arrived on his front steps promptly at five o'clock.

He met her at the door.

"Come in, Sissy," he said. "Come right in." Beverly stepped into the house. She expected to see his wife, but the living room was empty. Mr. Powell sat down on a couch.

"Sissy," he said. "I've always thought you were a pretty girl."

Beverly began to understand. Mr. Powell was willing to let her stay in school, even with her growing reputation. He was willing to keep the rumors from her parents. He was even willing to allow her to go on doing what she'd been doing. But she would have to pay a price.

Well, she was willing. After all, it wasn't like she had anything else to lose.

"Did you?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "But I've always wondered if those things were real."

"They are," Beverly said.

"Prove it," Mr. Powell said.

Beverly sighed. She reached behind her back and undid the three buttons that held her blouse. She pulled it over her shoulders to expose her tits. She'd not worn a bra.

"Jesus," Mr. Powell said.

"You see," Beverly said. "They are real."

"Yes," he agreed. "They are. Why don't you come over here?"

Beverly smiled at him and walked to his side. He put his hand on her tit and began to massage her. He gently pinched her nipple until it became hard.

"There," he said. "That's the way I like a titty. Nice and hard."

He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth. He was an experienced tit-sucker. He didn't bite too hard and, in a moment, he had her moaning with pleasure.