J. Watson: Gang-raped sisters

Danny fell away, panting.

"That was good," Beverly moaned. "That was better than when you fucked me before."

"I think I'm going to die," Danny moaned. "Ahhhhh," Connie said. "Poor baby. Here, let me make it better for you."

She licked the end of his prick. She tasted his semen.

Danny pulled away from her quickly.

"No you don't!" he said quickly. "Another few minutes with that mouth of yours and I'd be hard again, and that would kill me."

"Now," Connie said gently, as she tried once more to capture his prick with her mouth.

"Goddamn it," Danny said. "I said no! Get your mouth away from my prick and go home. I want to be able to use the damn thing again."

"I don't think we're wanted here," Connie laughed.

"Well, I'm going to take another shower before I go home," Beverly said. "I'm not going home all hot and sweaty," she said.

"I'll join you," Connie said.

Danny watched them go into the shower and then he walked into his front room to fix himself a drink. Danny didn't think that he'd ever felt so tired. Not even that blonde in Washington had worn him out so much, and she was a sweet-looking thing who had an always ready cunt.

He fixed himself a bourbon and water and drank it down. He poured himself another.

"Hey, Connie!" he called out. "Do you girls want a drink of something?"

They didn't hear him so he went into the bedroom. He could see Beverly and Connie showering together. Despite his aching body he got aroused at watching their two young and beautiful bodies.

Connie saw him and he smiled. She pointed at his semi-erection and he shook his head sadly.

"It would kill me," he said. "Would you two like something to drink?"

"Not for me," Connie shouted over the sound of the shower. "How about you, Sissy?"

Beverly shook her head and pointed to her stomach. Danny couldn't blame her. All the things she'd had that night would be enough to make anybody sick.

He padded softly back into the living room and fixed himself another drink. He was thirsty as hell.

He was drinking it down when he heard the knock on the door.

"Now who in the hell could that be?"

Danny walked to the door and opened it.

He never saw the face of the boy who struck him. All he saw was a big fist coming at his face and he tried to dodge. He didn't move fast enough. The blow slammed him to the floor. When he tried to get up, someone kicked him hard in the ribs.

He grunted in pain.

"Don't move," a voice said softly. "Don't make a sound."

He saw the backs of two boys walking toward the back bedroom. He tried to scream, but someone behind him struck him a sharp blow on the head. He never saw the other four boys who stepped over him.

"Stupid bastard," another boy said as he slammed the door shut and locked it. "He should have just lay there like we told him. He shouldn't have moved."

"Is he dead?" another boy asked.

"Nah. He ain't dead. But the girls in there. They're going to wish they were dead. Nobody calls me a creep and gets away with it!"

"We going to fuck 'em, Bobby?"

"Yes," Bobby answered. "We going to fuck them. We going to fuck them every way possible. We're going to give them six strong cocks and see who they call creeps after that."

"Goddamn, Bobby!" the boy said. "I can hardly wait."

"Well, you got to wait," someone else said. "You got to wait your turn."

"Yeah," Bobby said. "But everybody gets some. Right now, you run out and check on the cycles."

"I don't want to do that," he said. "I want to look at the girls."

"Do what I tell you!" Bobby ordered.

Bobby motioned for the two boys standing near the door to move out of his way. He also motioned for silence as the boy going outside fumbled with the lock on the door.

"Go on," he said.

Bobby walked into the back bedroom. He heard them turn the shower off. He smiled. A smile like the cat who just ate the canary – or was about to.

Beverly was shocked to look up and see a boy standing there. At first she didn't remember him. He was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with his hands on his hips. There was a wicked grin on his face.

Then she remembered that he was the boy that Connie had called a creep.

"Connie," Beverly said nervously.

Connie looked up. She had been drying herself off and she dropped the towel.

"What do you want?"

"What do you think?"

"Get the hell out of here!" Connie said angrily. "You've got no business heft."

"You called me a creep," he said softly. "Nobody calls Bobby Taylor a creep."

"Well, you are a creep," Connie said. "Naw get out before I call Danny."

"He ain't going to be able to help you," Bobby said. "He can't help nobody."

For the first, time Connie looked a little afraid. "What did you do to Danny?" she asked. "What did you do to him?"

"I didn't hurt him much," Bobby shrugged. "At least, I haven't hurt him yet."

"What do you mean?" Beverly asked.

"I mean that it depends on you two as to what I do to Danny. It's all up to you."

Connie shrugged. She picked up the towel and wrapped it around her. Beverly did the same with another towel. Connie wasn't too worried about herself. She'd been raped before. The first time had been when she was sixteen. It had been a bad experience but she'd gotten over it. She was worried about Beverly. Bobby looked like the type who might hurt a girl badly if she didn't do exactly as he said.

"What do you want?"

"I think you know," he said, unsmiling.

"Yeah." Connie shrugged again. "I guess I do." She saw the other boys when the walked out into the bedroom. Five boys who were peering over each other's shoulders in the doorway trying to look at Beverly and Connie.

"Oh no!" Connie said. "This isn't going to be a gang-bang. Not to me."

Bobby hit her. He'd been wanting to hit her since that evening in the bar. He had followed her until he'd found exactly where she'd been going and then he went back for his friends.

Connie saw the blow coming, but she couldn't avoid it. He caught her across the face and she went don. She tried to get back up. He grasped her hair.

"Stuffy bitch!" he said. "Stuffy little bitch. I'll teach you to call me a creep."

He began to slap her open-handed. Her head vibrated from the blows. Connie tried to jerk away from him, but he only held her head tighter.

Beverly had seen enough. She went rushing at Bobby, screaming and trying to get him with her nails. He ducked her swinging hands, but she managed to kick him in the thigh.

"Ow! Goddamn it!" he said. "You guys get this bitch off me!"

Beverly saw them coming. She got her nails into one of them and she laughed when she heard him cry out loud. She kicked another in the balls and he turned an ashen color.

She was good, but she couldn't fight them all. One boy caught one of her arms and twisted it behind her. Another boy hit her hard in the stomach. Her breath went out with a whoosh. Her knees went weak.

The boy she'd kicked in the balls smashed her in the face. She tasted blood from a cut lip.

"Bitch!" he said. "You bitch! Break my fucking balls, will you?"

He slammed her twice more in the stomach and then she became ill. The boy who held her by the hair dragged her into the bathroom. She had nothing in her stomach but alcohol and she lost most of that.

The boy then lowered her face into the sink and ran cold water on her until she begged him to stop. He raised her head.

"You ready to quit fighting?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good. But I warn you. You try anything like that again and I'll bring you in here and drown the shit out of you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," Beverly whispered.

"Yes sir!" he commanded.

"Yes sir," Beverly repeated.