J. Watson: Gang-raped sisters

"Oh dear God!" she screamed. "It's never been like this. Oh shit! Oh shit, I can feel you growing! I can feel you coming inside me! Oh fuck, come! Oh come! Oh come!"

They both came at the same time and she knew she had tears in her eyes at the pleasure of it.

He pushed her away.

"On your knees," he demanded.

There was no longer any pretending. Now she really was his slave girl. Her act had given him confidence and now he no longer needed confidence. He knew what he could do to her.

"On your knees," he said again. "Clean me off."

Obediently she fell to her knees. The water ran down her cheeks and her dress was ruined, but she cared about nothing but cleaning his limp cock. She cleaned him with her tongue and even put her tongue into his ass and cleaned his crack.

He pushed her away.

"Come on into the bedroom," he said. "I've got another load for you."

She couldn't see how he could possibly come again, but she quickly followed him into the bedroom. He lay down on her white bedspread and slowly rubbed his balls. She awaited his command.

"You've always been such a lady," he said. "I've always wanted to see you like this. Now take off that Goddamned dress and shake it for me. Shake it good."

She knew what he wanted. She stripped off the wet dress and turned on the bedroom radio. She found a fast song. She began to shake her ass. She wanted to be humiliated. She did everything he told her to do. She knew she looked like a five-dollar whore as she shook her full titties at him.

"Come over here," he said.

She could see that his cock had grown hard again. She walked over to him and knelt on the bed.

"Take it in your mouth."

She sucked his hot cock in all the way to his balls. He groaned as she began sucking on him.

"Suck it good, baby," he said. "This time we won't let you spill any."

He grabbed her head and began to establish his own rhythm. She found herself being pulled up and down on his cock. It wasn't her sucking him any longer. Now he was fucking her mouth.

"Take it, whore!" he moaned. "Take that Goddamned cock. Take every inch of it and I'm going to fill your mouth with cum! I'm going to give you a Goddamned full load of my white stuff."

She almost choked each time he drove his prick into her mouth. He was going deeper than Danny had gone, even with his monstrous cock.

"Here I come, bitch!" he moaned. "Here I come with all my hot cum!"

She took him all. Every drop went down her throat. He didn't release her until she had finished him.

"Fucking good," he moaned. "You have a sweet mouth and a sweet pussy."

She knew that she had changed. There would no longer be any question of who was boss around their house. It would be her husband. She reached down and hefted his balls.

"You like that cock?"

"Oh yes," she said.

"Good. We're going to be up here using that thing a lot from now on."

"Yes," she agreed. "Anything you say."

Beverly was having a good time. Connie had decided to show her younger sister some of the places that were frequented by the college crowd. Up to now, Beverly had never taken a drink but some of the places would serve Beverly under the table.

By the time they reached their fourth little bar, Beverly was getting a little drunk.

"Wheee," Beverly said as they took a seat. "I'm beginning to feel really good."

"If you don't fall off your chair." Connie observed.

"I don't care if I do," Beverly giggled. "It won't hurt at all."

"It might not," Connie said dryly. "But it sure would show a lot of skin."

Beverly giggled again. Like Tabatha, Beverly had allowed Connie to dress her. She ware a very short skirt and a tight blouse and no bra.

"All the better to let the boys ogle your titties," Connie had explained.

Right now Beverly wished that some boy would come along and do more than ogle. She had been growing warmer as the evening progressed and now her thighs were twitching with excitement.

She closed her legs tightly together, liking the warm rush of feeling when they touched.

"God," she said. "I could use a man."

"Just drink your drink," Connie said as the bartender brought their drinks. "The boys will be along soon enough."

"But when?" Beverly complained. "You promised me a good time tonight."

"You'll have a good time," Connie promised. "We just have to wait until the right boys come along."

As soon as Connie had spoken, a boy came along but he wasn't exactly what she had in mind. He was a big, brutal-looking boy with dark, wavy hair and large muscles.

"Hello," he said.

"Get lost, creep," Connie said. "We've got no time for you."

The boy shrugged his wide shoulders and looked at Beverly.

"Does she speak for you?"

"She's my sister," Connie explained. "Now will you get lost. I don't want to be seen around you."

His eyes were ugly as he looked back at Connie. "You always have been such a proud bitch," he said. "Some day you'll pay for that."

"I doubt it," Connie said.

The boy walked away. Beverly felt her eyes pulled to where he wore his tight trousers over his buttocks. She could see the lines of his crack.

"Why'd you send him away?" Beverly asked. "He was kind of cute."

"Him?" Connie questioned. "He's a creep. He hangs around with the hoods that ride the motorcycles on campus. They all think they're rough and tough and just too attractive. I think they're creeps."

Beverly turned her attention back to her drink. She forgot about the creep as she took another long sip of the sweet-tasting liquid.

This wasn't at all like the tiny bit of beer that Mr. Juniper had forced her to taste. This was good and it seemed to get better with every taste.

"Come on," Connie said. "We've got one more place to go. If we can't find any real action there, then I guess well call it a night."

"But what if Mother isn't finished?"

"Hell," Connie said. "It's been three hours and forty minutes. She ought to have him in the bedroom by now at least."

"Do you think our plan is going to work?"

"It'll work if Mother carries out her part. She'll never be able to treat Dad rough again."

They finished their drinks and walked down the street to a place Connie wanted to visit. It was a dark and dingy bar, different than the rest because it smelled musty and the paint on the walls was cracked and peeling.

But this bar was crammed with people.

A boy approached them as soon as they came through the door. Beverly saw that it was Danny Bridges.

"Hey, Connie. I been looking for you."

"So this is where you're all at," Connie said. "I was beginning to wonder if anyone was out tonight."

"Yup," Danny said. "They're all here. Come on over to our table."

Beverly remembered very little of what happened after that. The next two hours went quickly. She remembered smoking something that nearly made her sick and spine boy walked, her to the bathroom.

She remembered calling Connie's name very weakly as the boy pushed her into a corner and began to fondle her. She could feel his hard cock pushing up against her.

"Don't worry, baby," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

It seemed wrong to allow him to fondle her that way. She screamed and tried to fight him. His hand tipped apart the front of her blouse.

"No!" Beverly screamed. "No, Goddamn you!"

And then Connie was there kicking the boy and calling him names.

"Shit," Connie said. "What are you trying to do? Is this any way to treat my sister?"

"Hell," the boy said. "I didn't know she was your sister. I thought…"

"You thought she was just some cheap whore you'd get high and pull into a corner and stick your cock into, huh? Well it don't work that way."

Connie put her hand on her sister's arm. "Come on, baby."