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.
He smiled and he pulled her out into the bedroom. Bobby gave her a suspicious look and rubbed his thigh. He was still standing over Connie with his fingers wrapped in her hair.
"Don't worry, Bobby," the boy holding her said. "I've tamed this little cunt."
Bobby nodded. He pulled up Connie's face so that Beverly saw it. Beverly gasped. Her face was pale and bleeding. The imprints of his hand were all over her.
"You're a cunt," he said.
"Yes," Connie whispered.
"Don't whisper. I want the fellows to hear what you are. I want you to say it out loud!"
"I'm a cunt," Connie said. "Louder," he commanded.
"I'M A CUNT!" Connie screamed.
He began to slap her again. Beverly felt tears in her eyes. There was nothing she could do for her older sister. If she moved even a little, she'd be dragged into the bathroom again.
Finally the loud slaps stopped.
"Say it again!" he commanded.
"I'm a cunt!" Connie screamed. "I'm a fucking cunt," he said.
"I'm a fucking cunt!" Connie screamed.
"I'm a fucking cunt who wants a prick up her a, and in her mouth."
"I'm a fucking cunt who wants a prick up her ass and in her mouth!"
Connie yelled.
Bobby stepped back and began to unbuckle his belt. He had Connie where he wanted her. Such a proud, stuck-up bitch who had never even given him a friendly look. Well, now she would do more than just give him a look.
Beverly couldn't move to help her sister as Bobby pulled off his trousers and then his shorts. Beverly had to admit, even as frightened as she was, that Bobby had a magnificent cock. It was blood-filled and trembling.
He pushed it at Connie's mouth.
"Open your mouth, bitch!" he demanded. "Open your mouth and suck it!"
Beverly could see Connie's fingers clutching his knees as he pushed his cock into her mouth. He went in deeper than Beverly had ever seen anyone go. Even Danny, Beverly heard Connie cough and gag.
"Keep sucking bitch," Bobby said. "Keep sticking or I'll beat your ass again!"
Beverly felt the boy who was holding her begin to tremble. She didn't tight as he put one hand over her tit. He began to squeeze her tit softly.
"Damn," he said. "Your sister can sure stick cock. But you've got nicer titties. I like a woman with nice titties." He kissed her ear. "I'm going to fuck you. You know that?"
"Yes," Beverly answered.
"I'm going to stick my cock up your hot cunt and fuck your brains out. You going to argue?"
"No," Beverly said.
"I like that," he said, squeezing her titty hard. "I don't like my women to argue. No sir, I sure don't like for them to argue with me."
"I won't argue," Beverly promised.
He continued to play with her tit. She tried not to hear the gagging noises that were being made by Connie as she sucked Bobby's big prick. She looked around at the boys that were around her. The other boys were watching intently and licking their lips.
Beverly knew that they were thinking about fucking Connie. Beverly turned her attention back to Connie. Connie was sick. Beverly could see the blood on her cheek. She knew Connie was hurt and hurt bad.
"Please," Beverly said.
Bobby looked over at her.
"What do you want, bitch?"
"Don't hurt her any more. I'll make it up to you because she called you a name. I'll make it up to all of you."
"You mean that, bitch?" Bobby asked. "You're going to show us a really good time?"
"Yes," Beverly agreed. "Only don't hurt her any more. She couldn't take any more."
Bobby looked back at Connie. Her little sister was probably right about that. He had kicked her once and that kick had hurt Connie. She probably couldn't last much longer without passing out. He hadn't intended to hurt her that much.
She still had his cock in her mouth, but she wasn't doing anything. Maybe she couldn't do anything. Her eyes were half closed and her face was still a pale white. He withdrew his aching cock from her mouth.
"Okay," he said. "But you better make it good."
"I will," Beverly said. "I promise."
Beverly was released at Bobby's command. She walked over and stood by the bed.
"How do you want me?"
"I want my cock sucked," Bobby said. "I want my cock sucked and I want you to swallow all my cum. Every drop."
"Yes sir," Beverly agreed.
He smiled. His cock was still hard as he walked over and sat down on the bed. Beverly fell between his legs. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Connie sprawling on the floor. Beverly was really worried. Connie wasn't moving.
"Suck it!" Bobby commanded.
Beverly pushed back her hair and put her mouth to his cock. She tried to do everything that would satisfy him. She licked the underside of his prick all the way down to his balls. She captured each of his soft balls, heavy with cum, in her mouth and teased it with her tongue.
"Jesus!" Bobby groaned. "Oh Jesus! The little bitch can give a blow."
She came back up to the tip of his cock and sucked his cock-head into her mouth. She teased his tiny opening with her tongue. She tasted some of his lubricating fluid.
His hands were squeezing her tits as she sucked him. He began to squeeze harder, and she knew he didn't have long left. She began to deep-throat him and was rewarded by his loud groans of pleasure.
She played with his balls even as the first of his salty jism entered her mouth. She prepared herself for the deluge that was to come.
"Shit," he groaned. "Oh shit, I'm going to come! I'm going to fill your hot mouth with my come! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck, here I come!"
She began to swallow his seed as it erupted from the end of his hot prick. She swallowed as fast as she could, but still he kept coming.
"Oh fucking shit!" he moaned as the last of his seed went down her throat. "Oh shit."
Finally he was done. She didn't protest when he drew his prick out and wiped his cock with some of her long, dark hair. He slapped her on the side of the head very lightly.
"You were good, bitch. I've had better blows before, but you were good."
"Can I see my sister?" she asked.
"Yes," Bobby answered. "Sec the whore." Beverly crawled on her hands and knees to her sister's side. Connie was breathing harshly and there was blood on her cheeks and on her neck.
"Connie," Beverly said softly. "Connie, can you hear me?"
Beverly could see that though the beating was severe there would be few marks. Already his hand prints were gone. The blood was caused by a sharp ring on his finger.
"Ohhhhhh," Connie moaned.
Beverly hurried into the bedroom and came back with a wet washcloth. She brushed the blood away from the few scratches on Connie's face. Connie was looking a little better.
"Connie," Beverly whispered. "Connie, can you hear me?"
"Is that you, Sissy?"
Beverly continued to wash Connie's face with the wet washrag. Connie's face would be swollen for quite a while.
"It's me," Beverly said. "It's me. Are you feeling better now?"
Connie rolled over on her side so that she could look around her. She saw the faces of the boys.
She saw Bobby with his prick hanging out and she shuddered.
She wanted to scream at Bobby. She wanted to curse him and tight him, but she was afraid. She had never been so afraid of a boy before.
"Are you all right?"
"I think so," Connie said.
For the first time she noticed the cuts and scratches on her sister's face.
"Are you all right?" Connie asked.
"I'm fine. I'm a little worse than usual, but I think that I'll live."
"Enough of this small talk." Bobby said. "Are you ready, Beverly?"
Beverly looked around at the faces of the other boys, all of them tense with expectation. She wondered what it was going to feel like being fucked by all of them. She knew she'd never be the same again.
"What do you mean?" Connie asked.
"Your sister made us a little bargain." Bobby said. "She asked us to leave you alone and she'd take care of us. All of us."
Connie looked shocked. "But you can't do that. She's just a little girl."
"Hell!" Bobby said. "She gives a better blow than you do, and I'm betting that she's a better fuck."
"I won't let you!" Connie screamed. "I won't let you."
"You won't let us?" Bobby laughed. "You're going to stop us?"
He stood up and he walked over to them. His limp prick was still hanging out of his trousers.
"You mean you're going to stop us?"
"Yes." Connie said.
"I'll beat your ass," he said.
Connie started trembling. Even Beverly's strong arms couldn't stop her from shaking.
"You're not going to do anything are you bitch?" he asked, smiling.
"No." Connie admitted fearfully.
"You're going to sit there and wait while we fuck your sister. We're going to fuck her every way possible and you're going to watch and keep your whoring mouth shut."
"Yes," Connie said.
"Okay fellows," Bobby said. He started pulling off his trousers. "Let's get to fucking."