J. Watson - Gang-raped sisters

"Stop!" she said. "Please stop!"

He didn't listen to her. He had her blouse unbuttoned and he pulled it away from her. Then his hands went around her back and found the fastenings on her bra.

"Oh no!" she said, but he pulled the bra off her also.

She blushed red as another man's eyes looked upon her bare tits.

"Beautiful," he said. "They really are beautiful."

He put his lips to one of her huge nipples and it became hard immediately. She began to move underneath him as his lips sucked on her nipple.

She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him closer.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "Oh God!"

He began to suck in more of her sweet-tasting flesh. He was using his tongue and lips as only an experienced man would know how. He was taking her to high peaks of excitement.

"You can't do this!" she moaned.

But her voice was weak, and she knew suddenly that he could do anything he wanted with her. His strong hand was now probing between her thighs, pushing her legs open.

She allowed him to caress her there.

She moaned as he pushed her legs open wide and then his fingers began to rub her cunt through the pants.

"Goddamn," he said. "We've got to get these off."

He stood up. He took off his shirt to reveal a massive chest covered with brown hair. She gasped as he undid his belt buckle and pulled down his trousers.

His cock, though still confined in the shorts, was a monster. She could see the red prick-head trying to find its way out of his undershorts.

"Okay," he said. "I'll show it to you."

He stripped off his shorts to reveal his hard cock. It was a huge thing.

"Go ahead," he said. "Touch it."

She tried to tell herself that she didn't want to, but her fingers were already being drawn like a magnet to his cock. She felt his hot skin, and her fingers jumped back as if they'd been burned.

"Now, I get to see those lap," he said. "I know you've got a nice pair."

He was back at her in a moment. He had her unbuckled and his hand was tugging down her pants.

"Please," she said. "Don't do it! Please don't do it!"

"Shit," he said. "Before I'm done, I'm going to have you begging far a fuck."

She tried one last time. "But my daughter?"

"Hell," he said. "If she comes downstairs, I'll fuck her too."

Tabatha gave up. She, was just too excited to fight him any longer. She no longer cared if her husband, or her daughter, or both of them walked in. She only wanted cock.

He pulled her pants down and then her panties. Her pubic bush was revealed to his eyes.

"Spread your legs wider," he demanded. "I want to see your pussy."

She couldn't argue. She felt as if it was someone else's body that was giving in to this man. She spread her legs wider and felt his hot eyes on her cunt.

"Ahhhh," he said. "Good, red pussy hot with juice. That's what I like."

She felt his tongue going down on her and she realized what he was going to do. Nobody had ever done that to her before, and she had no intention of letting anyone start now. Fucking was okay, but that was vulgar.

"No!" she said.

His eyes were ugly as he looked up at her.

"You stay," he said. "I'm going to kiss your pussy. I'm going to eat your cunt. Just stay there and you'll like it."

"No!" she said again, but she didn't move.

His tongue was in her pubic hair and then she jumped as it went into her pussy. She felt passion boiling up in her cunt.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "I do like it!" He laughed out loud and then his tongue went back into her cunt. He kept moving it around quickly so that the friction against her cunt walls became almost unbearable.

"Oh shit," she moaned. "It feels too good. Oh fuck, it feels good."

His tongue left her and she cried out loud in her anger, but then she felt his hard cock at her cunt.

"Here we go, baby," he said softly. "Now, hang on for the ride."

"Oh shit!" she moaned. "Oh fuck!"

He poised above her for just a second and then his huge cock plunged into her. She could almost feel him in her stomach as he went in to his balls.

"Oh shit!" she said. "You're killing me!"

"No, baby," he said. "Don't worry. If you die, it's a sweet death."

He began fucking her in hard, deep strokes. His voice spoke soft, vulgar words into her ears at every stroke.

"Fuck me!" he urged. "Fuck me with your hot cunt! Fuck my balls off! Fuck me with your sweet cunt!"

Words she had heard before but had never been said when she made love. She went crazy. Her legs went up high and she urged him to go into her cunt deeper, more violently.

He told her to grab his balls and she grabbed them too hard.

"Shit!" he exploded. "Gently, baby, gently. You wouldn't want to pull them off."

She softened her grasp and hefted them gently in her fingers.

"But they're so heavy," she whispered.

"Sure they are," he said. "They're all full of cum for you. To fill your hot cunt."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned.

His prick went into her for a few more minutes, and then she felt him begin to quicken his pace.

"Oh shit!" she screamed. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come! I've never done it before. Oh shit! Of fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck, I can feel you squirting! You're filling me up! Oh shit! Oh fuckkkk!"

She wrapped her legs tightly around him as he flooded her with his hot cum juice. She bit into his shoulder and looked beyond him. She was shocked. There stood Connie and Beverly smiling at her and licking their lips.

Beverly was stunned. She had done everything that Connie wanted her to do. She had left school early that day pretending to be ill. She had slipped quietly into the house and up the stain.

Connie had met her at the top.

"Come on back down," Connie said. "I think it's been long enough."

Beverly wasn't sure about Connie's plan. It had sounded good, at flint, but her mother was just not the hot-pants sort. No matter how good-looking Danny Bridges was.

So it was with something of a shock that she entered the living room and found Danny fucking her mother on the couch. They watched in stunned silence as their mother began thrashing about on the couch and saying dirty words. It was evident that Tabatha was enjoying herself.

Then Tabatha looked up and saw them.

"Go ahead, Mother," Connie said softly. "Don't let us stop you."

Tabatha quickly pushed Danny off her and reached for her clothing.

"Don't get dressed, Mother," Connie said.

"What do you mean?" Tabatha asked.

"I mean that you shouldn't get dressed. There's no point to it. Father won't be home for another two hours and you've already had your fun. There's no sense hurrying now."

"Get out of here!" Tabatha said.

"You don't demand anything out of us from now on," Connie retorted. "From now on, we demand."

For the first time they all noticed the camera in Connie's hands. Even Beverly hadn't noticed it.

"These will make some nice pictures," Connie said.

"You can't mean that!" Tabatha gasped. "You can't mean that you'll show them?"

"I will," Connie said. "Unless you agree to what I'm going to ask."

"What?"

"Shit," Connie said. "You just don't understand. You don't ask us what from now on. You just do as we ask."

"I don't understand," Tabatha said fearfully.

"It's simple," Connie said. "Beverly and I don't want any problems out of you. We want to fuck when we want to fuck and you'll say nothing. If you agree to our conditions, then we'll destroy the pictures and tell nobody about what we've seen."

Beverly was frightened as her mother's angry eyes took in her two daughters. But her mother was in a bind. There was very little that Tabatha could do without getting herself into a hell of a lot of trouble.