J. Watson: Gang-raped sisters

"I can see that. Well, they won't be bruising anyone else."

Raymond closed the door behind him.

"What do you mean?" Connie asked.

"Just that I had a talk with those boys last night. They saw the error of their ways."

Connie had already noticed the bruises on his hands. It had been more than a talk her father had had with the boys. She had never known that he was capable of violence but evidently he was.

"You went by yourself?" Connie asked.

"They weren't so much," he said. "I took a couple of my friends along and a few at Danny's friends. Just to make things fair. They'll be in the hospital for quite a while and I am happy about that."

"But won't they make trouble for you?" Connie asked.

"Not those clowns. They'll keep their mouths shut or they'll get more of the same. Broken arms and swollen groins don't feel good."

He knelt down beside Connie. He took the bottle of lotion out of her hands and began to rub it on Beverly's back and buttocks.

"Poor baby," he said.

Connie suddenly realized that Beverly was not shy about her father seeing her flaked. Not shy at all. Connie giggled. So this was where her father had been getting his when her mother wouldn't give him any.

"She's had a hard time." Connie said softly.

"What she needs is some tender loving. In fact, I think that's what we both need."

Connie's father smiled. He bent down and kissed the curve of Beverly's ass.

"I think that can be arranged," he said.

Connie stood up. She was wearing her nightgown covered by a housecoat. Quickly she stripped off the coat and gown and stood naked before her father. His lips were on one of her nipples and she became immediately excited.

"Oh Father!" she moaned. "Oh Father."

He began to kiss her all over, running his lips and tongue over her soft white skin down to the junction between her legs. He licked at her soft pubic hair.

"Ummmmmm." Connie groaned.

"Let's get on the bed," he said. "We don't want to leave Beverly out."

Beverly was not going to be left out. She turned on her side, despite her soreness, and watched as her father undressed. She needed someone like her father. It was good to have rough sex now and then, but she needed someone kind and gentle and someone who loved her.

She pulled him into her arms. Connie pressed herself against his back. Beverly could feel his rigid prick pressing against the inside of her thighs.

"Oh Father," she said, "treat me good. I need someone to treat me good."

"I will, baby," he promised. "I'll treat you good. Sweet Sissy."

He cupped her titties and he massaged them gently. Fires broke out all over her body and she moaned softly. Her father's experienced hands knew how to handle her titties, he knew how to excite her quickly.

One of his hands slipped between her thighs and began to caress her pussy.

"Are you sore down there?"

"Just a little," she admitted, "but be gentle and I can stand it. I need you so bad."

He nodded. He had not forgotten Connie. He turned and kissed her on the lips. She met his tongue with her own.

Connie had never been so excited. There was something about making, love, to her father that was making her itch with impatience. She needed his cock.

Connie pushed him over onto his back and she fondled his balls. He groaned at the soft squeeze of her fingers. She kissed his nipple.

"I've got to fuck you," Connie begged.

He nodded and pushed her off him. Connie was next to Beverly. Connie had never kissed another woman before, but she found herself kissing Beverly. Suddenly Beverly gasped her by the hair and pulled her down between her thighs.

"Kiss me there," Beverly pleaded.

Beverly moaned as her sister's tongue pushed into her cunt. Beverly tried to guide her in the way she wanted.

Soon Beverly had a gentle rhythm established.

"Now fuck her, Daddy," Beverly said. "Fuck her while she's eating me!"

Her father knelt behind Connie holding his throbbing prick. He guided it to her cunt and gave a shove. Connie gasped as his cock entered her from behind and slipped easily into her cunt to his balls.

"Ahhhhh, Father!" she moaned. "Ahhhhhh, that's good."

He began to fuck Connie while she continued sucking on her sister. Connie's lips were on Beverly's cunt and Beverly began to move faster.

"Yes!" Beverly moaned. "That's it! That's it! Keep sucking on that and I'll come!"

Connie kept licking at Beverly and tasting her juices.

And then her father began to quicken his pace and she could hear him panting. She knew he was not far away from his come and Connie relaxed completely.

She felt fires shoot through her and she had never felt so pleasured by a cock before.

"Oh yes!" she said. "I'm going to come with you, Papa! I'm going to come. Oh shit, I'm going to come! Oh God, I can feel you squirting. Oh shit, I'm COMING!"

Beverly pulled her sister's head back to her crotch once more and Connie tasted Beverly's cunt juices even as her father finished pumping his cum into her.

Beverly began to moan and to thrash her hips, and Connie sucked on her clit faster.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Beverly moaned. "I'm coming! I'm going to come on your tongue!"

Beverly gave a convulsive shudder and then flooded Connie with her pungent cunt-juice. Connie sucked it in deep and swallowing. It was a new experience for Connie.

"That was wonderful," Connie said, falling away.

They heard the soft footsteps behind them and all three of them jumped up.

Tabatha was more shocked than she had even been. Her husband was on the bed with Beverly and Connie, and his prick was dripping cum. He had been fucking them.

"You bastard!"

"Now, Mother," Connie said.

"How could you do something like that to your own daughters? How could you?"

Connie started to say something else, but her father stopped her. He had learned how to treat his wife in the last day. He had learned her weakness. He stood up.

"Shut up, Tabatha! And undress!"

"What?" she asked in shock.

"You heard me. Take your Goddamn clothes off! You watched me fuck Connie so the least she can do is watch me fuck you."

"You're crazy!"

Both Beverly and Connie were getting excited by their father's obvious domination of their mother. He approached her and showed her one bruised knuckle.

"Take them off!" he demanded. "Or I'll take them out for you!"

Tabatha realized that there was no way out for her.

She had learned the night before that she really loved her husband and that she could never live without him. She'd also learned that she was an excitable woman who got hot quickly and violently.

She was getting hot again. She pressed her thighs together as she felt her pussy juicing.

He reached for her blouse and quickly she stripped it off. She stripped off her bra and then her pants and panties.

"Bend over the bed," he said.

She could see that he had an erection. He was ready to fuck. His eyes left no room for argument. She looked at him and her knees felt weak.

"Take me gentle," she begged.

She did not look at her two daughters as she bent over the bed. She was too ashamed. She felt his weight and then the wonderful warm feeling of his cock going into her cunt.

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

He began to fuck her in slow and easy strokes and she loved it. She began to juice up even more and her hips were thrashing about as he fucked her.

"Oh," she said. "I'm not going to last! I'm going to come! Oh shit. I'm going to come! Oh fuck."

She moved quickly and then felt her climax explode along her entire body.

"Fuck her, Daddy!" she heard Beverly saying. "Fuck her good!"

And then his hot cum was emptying out into her pussy and she kept moving until he was finished.