J. Watson: Gang-raped sisters

Connie bent over the couch. Her quivering ass was exposed to their view and Danny approached her with his cock trembling in hot need.

Tabatha looked on in shock. Surely he couldn't be planning to stick that thing in her daughter's ass! But she saw him pull apart her daughter's ass-cheeks.

"God!" he said. "I love it when you let me do it this way. You've got the tightest ass ever."

"No!" Tabatha protested weakly.

But he was already pushing into Connie's ass. Tabatha looked at Beverly and saw that even Beverly's eyes were wide open in shock.

Beverly had never seen anyone get fucked in the ass. She'd heard about it, but she'd never seen it. And now her sister was getting it.

Danny gave a hard push and his cock went up her ass.

"God!" he moaned. "You're tight, baby! You're so fucking tight."

He was really excited. Beverly could see his balls quiver as he drove his cock deep into Connie's ass. Beverly could see that it wasn't hurting her sister. Connie was rubbing against him and moaning loudly.

"God yes!" Connie cried. "Give it to me! Give it to me hard! I like a good stiff cock up the ass!"

Beverly couldn't help the excitement that was building up in her. She started rubbing between her legs as she watched. She almost wished that it was her who was getting Danny's prick up the ass. She wondered how she would like it, and she made up her mind that she was going to have it that way before long.

Danny was really getting excited. His hips were moving fast as he pounded his cock into her ass furiously. He was moaning with each push of his hips.

"Ah God!" he said. "Ahhh God! I think I'm going to flood you now! Ahh fuck, you feel good! Ahhh shit, you feel good!"

His hips began to move even faster, and Beverly noticed the look of pleasure that came across his face. She knew he was now shooting his cum. He was pouring his cum into her sister's ass.

"Oh God!" Connie moaned. "Oh God! Oh shit! Fuck! Damn! You're giving it to me! Oh shit! You're giving me all of your hot cum!"

With one last convulsive shudder Danny fell away from Connie. His prick had gone limp and one look at his face told Beverly that he wasn't going to be much good for anything else that day. "Shit!" he moaned. "Ahhhh shit."

"Did you really like that?" Connie asked.

"Oh, baby," Danny said. "That was the greatest."

Connie laughed and began to gather up her clothes. She dressed slowly and there was a dreamy smile on her face. As she buttoned up her blouse, she looked at her mother.

"All right," she said. "I'll destroy the pictures and we'll never talk about what happened here, but you have to promise me that you'll not fuss any more."

"I promise," Tabatha agreed.

"And one other thing?" Connie said.

"What other thing?" Tabatha asked.

Tabatha could think of no other humiliation she could be put through. But she was afraid of the look in Connie's eyes, and the smirk on her lips.

"What other thing?" Tabatha asked again impatiently. "Haven't I done enough?"

"Not quite. Tonight when father gets home I want you to take him into the bedroom and give him a fucking like he's never got before. I want you to treat him – like your master and you're the lowest form of whore that ever lived. Make him happy as hell."

"Your father doesn't want me like that!" Tabatha protested.

"The hell he wouldn't!" Connie said. "Any man wants his wife to be a slave to him sometimes. Now will you do that?"

"Do I have any choice?" Tabatha asked. "None," Connie replied.

"Then I guess I'll have to do it."

"Shit," Connie said laughingly. "Our poor father's never going to know what hit him."

Connie didn't allow Tabatha to pick out her own clothes for that evening. Connie searched through the closet until she found some things that suited her.

"Here," Connie said. "Put these on. They ought to pop his eyes out."

"But there's not very much of it," Tabatha protested.

"That's the whole idea," Connie said.

The outfit consisted of a green skirt that barely reached Tabatha's thighs. The dress was low cut and very tight around her tits so that they were pushed up. It looked as if any moment her creamy tits were going to break loose of the tight confinement.

"I'm indecent!" Tabatha said, looking at herself in the mirror.

"No more indecent than this afternoon," Connie said. "And this is for your husband."

"He's never seen me like this."

"Then it's time he did," Connie replied.

Connie had other ideas in mind for that evening. She told Tabatha that she was going to be left on her own. She and Beverly were going to leave.

After they made their father a nice supper.

"Take a nice hot shower," Connie said as she started downstairs and to the kitchen. "And put on some sexy perfume. We want this to be a night he remembers for a long time."

Tabatha was having mixed feelings. After all, he was her husband, so there was nothing wrong in what she was doing. But there was nothing really exciting about it either. Her husband had always seemed such a blah person. He was dull, not at all like Danny.

Danny. She kept thinking about him and about the way she'd acted. She'd never been so turned on by a man before. She'd never acted so wanton.

Not even when she'd been in high school and all the boys were constantly chasing after her.

She had been no virgin when she'd married, but it had always been her who decided who she was going to fuck and when. A boy had never gotten her so turned on that she forgot herself.

No boy ever had until Danny Bridges.

She took a long, hot shower and put the perfume on. She dressed in the skirt that Connie had picked out. Tabatha had bought the dress on an impulse, but she'd never worn it before.

She studied herself in the mirror. She looked positively indecent in the dress. She knew it would turn her poor husband on almost beyond his endurance. She resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to do as Connie told her.

She would make it a really memorial occasion for her husband, but she wasn't going to enjoy it very much.

She went downstairs to find Connie and Beverly busy in the kitchen. She could smell the onions that Beverly was cooking. Connie was chopping up some steak.

She found that they had already set the table. Her favorite linen tablecloth and candlesticks were in view. Along with the best silver.

Beverly popped some potatoes into the oven.

"Do you want my help?" Tabatha asked.

"No," Connie said. "We don't want you to get tired or sweaty. We want you to feel good for tonight."

"Then what'll I do?"

"Just find yourself a place to sit. We'll take care of everything."

The girls really were intent on making an event out of it. They had finished their preparations for the meal and now they started on the house. They wanted everything to be perfect. Beverly brought in some flowers from somewhere and Tabatha thought why they had planned it all along. Right down to the last detail.

Connie put on some mood music and turned on the intercom. The soft strains floated gently through the house.

"There," Connie told Tabatha. "Everything's ready and perfect."

"I don't know why you're going to all this trouble," Tabatha said. "Raymond and I have made love many times."

"Made love!" Connie spat out the words sarcastically. "That's the problem. You and father have made love. What you should have been doing to him was fucking. You should have been fucking him. Just like you fucked Danny."

Tabatha didn't protest because she knew there was truth in what Connie said. She had fucked Danny.

She had allowed him to fuck her in a way that she'd never been fucked before and she had enjoyed every moment of it. It had been really wonderful. She had never been fucked like that by Raymond. He was gentle with her when he needed to be hard and furious.