J. Watson - Gang-raped sisters

"Let's go upstairs," he said. "The bedroom's upstairs."

Beverly didn't argue when he took her hand and led her upstairs. She liked the bedroom. It was painted a soft blue and had a soft blue carpet on the floor.

There were mirrors all over the walls and the bed was huge and round.

"Wow!"

"Like it?" Mr. Powell asked.

"Oh yes," Beverly said. "I sure do like it."

"You haven't seen anything yet."

He led her to the bed and Beverly sat down on the edge. Mr. Powell pushed a button beside the bed and the room went dark. Then strobe lights began to operate from the ceiling, turning the room different colors. After a moment, soft music filled the room.

"Now watch," Mr. Powell directed her. "The other door."

Beverly turned her eyes to the second door leading into the room and gasped as Mrs. Powell came out. Mrs. Powell was dressed in a long gown that was transparent. Beverly could see her large tits and her blonde pubic hair.

"What is this?" Beverly said.

Beverly was beginning to think that she might be better off simply getting kicked out of school. She didn't mind fucking a teacher, but this scene was getting kind of kinky.

"You know my wife, don't you, Beverly?"

"Yes," Beverly whispered.

Mrs. Powell swayed to the soft music as she walked to the bed. Her eyes took in Beverly's tits with a hunger that Beverly had never seen except in a man's eyes.

"You're very pretty," Mrs. Powell said.

"So are you," Beverly replied.

Beverly had to admit that Mrs. Powell was pretty. She had large, innocent-looking eyes that were framed in a round, oval face. Her hair was blonde and cropped short. Her lips were thick and luscious-looking. As Beverly watched, Mrs. Powell licked her lips.

"Kiss me, Beverly," Mrs. Powell said.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's not right. It's vulgar."

Mrs. Powell smiled. "Nothing's wrong if it feels good, Beverly. Nothing at all."

Beverly realized that she was actually becoming attracted to Mrs. Powell. She could smell the woman's strong perfume and wondered what it would be like to kiss her.

Beverly was not long in finding out.

She felt Mrs. Powell's lips brush against her own and then she felt soft fingers brushing against her tits.

"You're very nice," Mrs. Powell said. "You are so very nice and soft."

Beverly found herself being pushed backwards onto the bed. She didn't protest as she felt Mrs. Powell's lips tugging at her nipple.

Beverly moaned. "Oh, Mrs. Powell!"

"Call me Julie," the older woman said.

Beverly was confused. She had been wining to accept Mr. Powell as her lover. She had been prepared to open her thighs for his big cock and to allow him to fuck her as he wished.

But Julie Powell was a different matter. Beverly didn't know how she felt about loving another woman. It seemed much more wrong than with a man, and yet Julie's lips and hands were beginning to excite her.

"Yes," Mr. Powell said. "That's it, dear. Just relax and let Julie love you."

All resistance went out of Beverly. She moaned as Julie sucked in more of her soft titty-flesh. She couldn't control the heat in her body. She put one hand on the back of Julie's head and pulled her closer.

"Ummmmmm!" Beverly moaned. "Ah yes, that does feel good."

Out of the corner of her eyes, Beverly saw Mr. Powell getting undressed. He stripped off, his blood-filled prick springing out hard and ready.

Julie was kissing the soft white flesh of Beverly's stomach. Then her tongue was flitting into Beverly's navel and Beverly's hips came off the bed.

Julie went lower.

Her tongue began to lick Beverly's inner thighs and Beverly loved the feeling.

Mr. Powell approached them. He put his strong hands under Beverly's buttocks and tugged at her panties. Beverly's panties came off easily and then Julie's tongue slipped inside Beverly's aching cunt.

"Ohhhhh!" Beverly moaned. "Oh, that feels good! Oh Jesus, that feels good!"

Julie was better with her tongue than anyone who'd ever eaten Beverly. She could feel Julie lighting fires that had never been lit.

"That's right," Mr. Powell said. "Get her hot! Get her hot and then I'm going to fuck her!"

Beverly turned her head slightly so that she could see him.

He was still standing near the bed and holding his cock in his hand. His words turned Beverly on even more. She wanted his cock in between her legs. She wanted him fucking her.

"Oh yes!" she moaned. "Oh fuck me! Oh please, just stick your hot cock into me! I want it! I need it!"

Julie left her place on the bed and Mr. Powell dropped down between her legs. He was hot and ready and he quickly drove his hot prick up between her legs. Beverly gasped as his cock plunged home.

"Jesus!" she moaned. "Oh Jesus, I needed that. It feels Goddamned good! So good!"

He began to fuck her in slow, steady strokes. She could feel his cock stretching her cunt-walls could feel him going deep inside of her and making her cry out in pleasure.

Also the mirrors were exciting her. She could see herself in the mirror above the bed. She could also see him raise slightly so that her cunt-lips were barely holding the tip of his cock. Then she could see when his cock plunged inside of her once more.

Julie was back on the bed. She straddled Beverly's head and Beverly could see her quivering cunt-lips just inches away from her face.

"No!" Beverly protested, but it was too late to protest.

Julie slowly lowered her pussy over Beverly's face. Beverly tasted, for the first time, another woman's juices, and she didn't find them terribly bad.

Of course, it helped to have that luscious cock slamming into her cunt so that she could barely think about what she was doing.

She decided that she had no choice about eating Julie's pussy. Her tongue slipped inside of Julie's hot box. Julie immediately began to moan and rub her cunt harder against Beverly.

Julie didn't have far to go before she was ready to come.

"Oh God!" Julie groaned. "Your tongue is so nice. Too nice. I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh Godddddd!"

Beverly tried to turn her face away as Julie flooded her mouth with hot cunt-juice, but there was really no place to go. She was forced to swallow the juice as Julie kept grinding her cunt into her face.

But then Beverly began to grow even more excited as she felt her passion building up.

That wonderful cock kept slamming into her cunt and her ass was moving wildly on the bed. She pushed her cunt at him and he began to groan softly.

Julie got off the bed and Mr. Powell's tongue probed at her mouth. Beverly opened her mouth. She knew he could taste his wife's cunt-juice on her tongue.

"Oh fuck!" he moaned, pulling away. "I'm going to come! I'm going to flood your hot cunt with my cum! Oh God! Oh shit! Oh fuckkkkkk!"

Beverly began to beat on his back as his cock kept slamming into her. She could feel his prick expand, feel his hot juice pouring into her pussy, and then her cunt was exploding with juices.

"Oh shitttt!" Beverly moaned. "Oh shit!"

"Where the hell have you been?" Beverly's mother asked as soon as Beverly walked through the door.

"Out," Beverly said.

"Out? Is that the only kind of answer you can give me?"

"Yes," Beverly said.

"Well, that's not good enough, young lady. You may think you can go around whoring in the neighborhood, but you've got another thing coming. From now on, you'll stay at home after school."

"But…" Beverly was going to say that she couldn't do that, but she couldn't give a good reason why not.

"No buts about it!" her mother said. "No more trips in the afternoon. From now on, you stay at home."

"Yes, m'am," Beverly said meekly.