Calvin Mason
Gang bang sisters

AB-5037
CHAPTER ONE

Cynthia was lying in the tub of warm water and shivering with pleasure. She parted her full lips and let her tongue slip in and out, wetly, while under water her hand rubbed gently at her soapy pussy, making hot, slow circles inside the drooling lips.

Her brother, Jay, was up to his old game and Cynthia knew, enjoyed knowing, that he was peeking in at her.

It was sort of a ritual with them – Cynthia parading around the apartment braless, her nipples erect in hard little teenage buds, and her horny brother eyeing that area about her dampened velvety pubic triangle of girlish hair he had come to know so well.

Now she snaked a slender finger all the way into her drooling cunt. At the bathroom door, which was open just a crack, Jay's sturdy hard-on ached.

Cynthia smiled, almost hearing her brother's pounding heart, knowing his tight jockey shorts must be putting a kink in that thick cock of his.

"Enough of the games, now, Cynthia?" Jay finally panted. "You got one of your horny ones on today, huh, Sis?"

"If you only knew," she sighed. She leaned over the tub's edge, shoving her white boobs up toward Jay's bug-eyes.

"I know, believe me, I know!" her brother panted, and dropped his pants, pulling his shirt off at the same time. He eyed the full length of her lovely body as he stepped into the tub and lowered, ever so gently, his body over hers. His cock throbbed as it submerged in the warm water.

"Ohhhh! I feel what you're talking about," Cynthia cooed as his stiff meat surfaced again and slid along her belly. She let her head drop back and rest on the top of the tub, her hair dripping wet. She spread her legs up and out as Jay readied himself to work his pulsing cock into her cunt.

She grasped the throbbing organ firmly and guided it to her soap-filmed vaginal lips. The water gushed and swirled around their bodies, and Jay moved his hands under water to take a tight grasp on her soft and fleshy buttocks. Jay's body went taut, then shuddered with the sensational feel of the sudsy warm water and her moving body both caressing and exciting him to a peak of near-hysteria. His face was wet with sweat and bath water, and his cock was screaming mad messages up to his brain. His spine tingled as his chest rubbed against her elongated nipples. Jay screwed his eyes shut, battling with the load that was boiling inside his balls.

He opened his eyes again and hesitated long enough to take another devouring glance at the squirming body beneath him. Then he began his gyrations; pushing, thrusting, rotating until Cynthia heaved a big sigh and her big brown eyes flashed wildly. She dug her fingers into his back and clamped him, under water, inside her cunt. They both groaned and a wave of water splashed over the side of the tub as Jay slid into her.

"Mmmmm, isn't this great?" Cynthia said as he hovered over her. "Isn't it wild? Don't you wish you could screw under water forever? Hmmmm. So nice and warm…!"

Her arms came around slowly to enfold him as he plunged deeper and deeper into her submerged cunt. Her hard-nippled breasts rose against him, and he felt himself driving clear in the high, white, detailed sensations of oncoming orgasm.

He poised out over her, and she spread even wider under him and began to reciprocate with a slow unfolding of her juices into the warm water. He heard her grunt and moan and ease up and down under him, and he felt the shudders of her hands pass slowly over his shoulders, her body curling up in the tub and then unwinding slowly.

"Oh, isn't this good? Don't stop," she murmured through sensuous, wet lips, her slippery body still squirming.

"Stop? Not on your life," he replied through clenched teeth. "I'm not stopping 'til I've eaten you all up!"

"Mmmmm… that sounds delicious," she whispered, adding emphasis to "delicious" by squirming faster and squeezing harder on his deep-seated cock.

Her breasts rose high before him, and he dove to recover them in his mouth… and then he picked up the rhythm of the contours of her body again, feeling himself move up all the way in her.

The moment was near when he would throw his load into her sucking tunnel. He held back with all his might, concentrating on stopping the oncoming explosion. His balls were on fire and the warm water licked at them with little tongues of wetness. Everything was against his stopping now, but he squeezed his insides into a knot and waited, trying not to think about the tit that had just slipped out of his mouth and sent a bouncing nipple across his face. But he couldn't ignore the sobs and moans coming from Cynthia as she worked her warm water orgasm to its fullest.

"Take it, baby, take it…" he coaxed her on, gathering his come for the inevitable blast that was about to be triggered off.

Cynthia shook her head dreamily and smiled, feeling his come enter her depths, warm and filling, thick and shooting.

But Cynthia wasn't the least disappointed that his throbbing meat was filling her belly with creamy delight. This wasn't the end, she thought, only the beginning… and her thoughts went racing ahead as his big cock was still diving and dipping in, sliding in, opening the wet downy tunnel of her cunt completely as she whimpered and crouched down low for him. She knew he'd save the best for last and watched his face for a telltale sign as he withdrew. And she caught the sign… a cute smile as he ran his eyes over her body and licked his lips. It meant the gnawing hunger was beginning to chum inside him. That eating hunger that could drive her mad!

Jay slid back on his haunches and pulled Cynthia to a standing position before him. His eyes lapped up every inch of dripping softness, while his hands slid back over her hips and gripped the matched globes of her firm ass, squeezing and pulling the balls apart. Then his eyes locked on the dripping triangle of hair just inches from his face, and Cynthia's eyes became fixed on his mouth.

The pause sent chills through her. She couldn't control herself and pressed the wet mop of hair against his face, then rubbed it over his mouth, nose and chin, until he stopped her with a snaking tongue-dive into her drooling cunt. Hot flashes shot through her mind from the probing, licking, sucking tongue.

When the fire in her was reaching a peak, Jay stopped and turned her around. She knelt and backed into his face, eyeing the upright cock whose head was just below the surface of the water.

Jay felt absolutely refreshed and relaxed now that he'd shot his load. He spread the smooth cheeks before him and buried his nose in the deep crevice, slobbering the crack with playful, wet kisses, enjoying the taste of this sleek, slippery skin that never saw daylight. His eyes feasted on the roundness, firmness and elasticity of her ass, marveling at the sexual desire her crack stirred in his balls.

"Where'd you ever get such a perfectly shaped ass?" he asked, admiring the overall view Cynthia presented in this position.

"My older brother whipped it into shape for me," she cooed back at him. "Kiss it, Jay, the way only you know how to kiss an ass."

There was no hesitation on Jay's part; he spread the cheeks wide, curled his tongue into a point and shot it into her asshole like a dart, snaking, twisting, driving it up and up the tight tunnel as far as he could go, running out of tongue but not tunnel.

"Ohhhh… Jaaaaayyyyy…" she groaned, then dunked her head in the water and filled her mouth with his swollen prick. She sucked and gobbled the sweet meat until her lungs screamed for air, then came up gasping, squeezing his tongue with the strong muscles that surrounded it.

Jay withdrew his tongue and proceeded to nibble on the firm balls of flesh, licking the crevice to send chills up her spine, blowing on her asshole, kissing, sucking and shooting his tongue into it. Meanwhile, Cynthia kept dunking her head into the water and devouring his swollen cock. But it wasn't until Jay realized that all he had to do was hold her head down, that he really got charged up over her suck-off. And on Cynthia's next dive he reached down and pressed his hand on the back of her head, stuffing her mouth and throat with his cock until she choked, then holding her head under the water so she couldn't breathe. It gave him wild thoughts of absolute power over her. Her life was now in his hands not to mention the sensations in her mouth as she gagged, choked and gasped for air. However, he let her go before she panicked and in so doing kept the fire alive in her cunt… even built it up a little.

Cynthia pinned his head against the wall of the tub by sitting on his face – his nose buried in her crack – while she caught her breath. The scare he had given her was a thrill now, but she didn't want a repeat performance, so she released the stopper on the tub. And while she waited for the water to run out, she pressed the fleshy pillows of her ass against his face with all the strength she had, and wiggled, choking off his air supply and eating up the sensation his chin and nose played on her cunt and asshole.

She lost interest in that when the water dropped and she was staring into the eye of his cock. She swooped down on it, capturing it again and letting it move back and forth into the heat of her throat. Jay's tongue was already busy reaming the walls of her drooling cunt and her whole mind could concentrate on getting that lump of ice cream through the straw. Her ravaging tongue wetly painted the length of his cock, tickling its tip and then at his balls, swooping it in, releasing it, capturing it again, her fingers tapping, tickling at his asshole, while a tongue of fire lashed inside her cunt.

The first taste of oozing cream sent her into her second orgasm, knowing now that she would have it all. Her head bobbed in vigorous cadence on his frenzied cock; her throat getting the first spray of juice, then another and another, as she swallowed furiously, trying to keep up with the gushing geyser.

Jay spiraled his tongue into the warmth of her honey-pot, reached overhead and gripped her buttocks, pulling her down on his face as hard as he could. The best shot was always his second, he thought. It lasted longer, hurt longer, and drained his balls of all their come; and the relief when it was over was exhausting – momentarily – then invigorating.

Both bodies squirmed and jerked until the last drop of passion was out. But Cynthia continued to suck his cock anyway, making sure she had it all. Then they separated, grinning and feeling silly inside.

Jay felt great and wanted to get out of the house before any of his seven other brothers and sisters saw him. His actions with Cynthia were one thing, but his real personality was locked inside his head. He was twenty-one now, but all the sex he had ever known was with his sister and he wanted desperately to spread his seed far and wide.

By nine-thirty Jay was tucked off in a corner booth with three of his buddies. All of them were a few years older than he, but with the same general frustrations… no money, no goal in life, no girls.

"The damn newspapers and magazines drive me nuts," said Ed Cramer, sitting on the outside next to Jay. He had average looks, light hair, medium build and a low IQ. "Everybody our age is supposed to be on dope and getting laid. Where'd I go wrong?"

"Ya gotta have bread," Jay stated his philosophy. The ham and cheese sandwich, which was all he had for dinner, didn't satisfy the pangs of hunger and influenced his thinking. The beers only increased his appetite and reminded him that he only had three dollars left until payday. Day after tomorrow.

"Bullshit!" the sharp tongue of Tom Dunn rang out. Tom sat on the end, opposite Ed Cramer, for a very good reason; it was closer to the bar and he was developing a problem with alcohol. A tall, very thin character, with thick glasses and a long pointed nose, it was natural that they nicknamed him Ichabod Crane. And Tom didn't disillusion himself about his looks. "We don't get any ass because we don't go about it in an intelligent manner."

In the corner, next to Tom, a short, fat, boyish figure became alert and nodded approval to Tom's statement. Not that Charles Krauss knew what Tom was leading to, he just wanted to hear more about it.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again," Tom continued, a bit smug in his attitude to let them know he was of superior intelligence. "We've got nothing going for us… no money, no car, no looks…"

"Speak for yourself," Jay cut in.

"The orangutan over there calls the rest of the world ugly," Tom snapped back at him. "What's the use? I've been trying to get you guys to start a social club for years now and you just sit on your fat asses and moan about not getting laid. You expect a broad to come in this piss-stenched bar, walk over to the table and ask you for a hump." He got up from the booth to get another beer and said over his shoulder, "Even then you'd probably want her to do it in the fuckin' booth!"

Jay and Ed sat motionless, but Charles was fidgeting, anxious for Tom to return. He started talking before Tom reached the booth: "We can use my uncle's store!"

"Huh?" Tom responded.

"My uncle has an empty store over a bowling alley that he can't rent. Too noisy. He said I could use it any time I wanted to. And it even has a three-room apartment behind it."

"Where is this place?"

"In Maspeth… on Old Fresh Pond Road."

"Yeh," Jay cut in, "we can all rent bicycles from Avis to get there."

"The bus on Palmetto Street goes right past the place," Charles answered. But Jay began to laugh at his own joke and paid no attention.

"Screw him," Tom said, dismissing Jay's presence. He knew the bowling alley Charles was talking about and it wasn't very far by bus. "When can we see the place?"

"Any time. I've even got a set of keys at home."

"Okay, Tom, now we have a store for our club," Ed said sarcastically. "How are you going to get broads?"

Silence.

"I mean, let's face it," Ed said, less sarcastic now, "if you can't get a girl to go out with you, how can you get them to come to the club?"

Tom Dunn just stared at him with contempt. He wasn't prepared to answer any questions… not yet, anyway. This whole idea was dreamed up on the spot, but he couldn't let them know he was bluffing. If they lost respect for his intelligence he was lost, since he didn't have anything else to feed his ego. And besides, he decided, the idea was developing into an interesting situation. So he instinctively hid behind an air of superiority and let the silence work to his advantage, giving Ed a slight, tolerant grin.

"It's all based on my theory of pyramiding reactions…"

"We gonna build pyramids?" Jay couldn't resist the pun. And everyone but Tom laughed. However, the groping for an answer was over. Tom realized he'd be able to elaborate on his "theory" to the satisfaction of his associates.

"… which, for the benefit of you imbeciles, I'll spell out in simple terms." He stood up and walked briskly to the bar, received a bottle of beer from the short German bartender, who just added the charge to his weekly bill.

Seated once again, he began talking as he poured the beer. "There are four of us starting the club. Four male chauvinist pigs. We will do all the basic work in putting the store into shape and consequently be the officers. We will carefully select two or three other guys as members. However, I insist on having the final say on who joins the club."

"Then, quite simply, we all bring one female to our first meeting."

"Well, we're right back at the beginning." Jay said it for them all.

This time Tom smiled, seeming to be getting a little mellow. He finished the beer in his glass, poured the balance of the bottle and announced softly, "I knew you were going to say that, because your brains are in your ass. However, my plan is so simple that even a dumb shit like you can get a girl to bring to the meetings."

With that he drained the glass and returned to the bar with the empty bottle, got another and returned to the booth. Charles asked him to wait a minute while he ran to the bar and bought three draft beers. He was excited by Tom's presentation and sure his idol had a carefully worked-out plan that couldn't fail.

They settled quickly and waited for Tom to reveal his plan. Signs of intoxication were creeping into his speech and manners, but they were accustomed to this. They didn't pronounce him drunk until he passed out. Even then he might wake up in fifteen minutes and be completely coherent again.

The noise in the bar was getting louder, as the Friday-night crowd reached its peak. Mostly men, old-timers from the neighborhood who stopped in nightly on the way home from work for a quick beer. One or two had their wives. The younger men, the ones under thirty, mixed in at the bar, mostly listening. And the smell of smoke and beer mixed in a dark cloud over the room to render a urine-like odor.

"I'll say it nice and slow. No big words to confuse anyone, so listen closely. I said, 'We all bring one female.' Just remember, I didn't specify anything but female…"

They were completely puzzled and he knew it. And he used it to build his ego.

"Look at it this way, gentlemen…" a pause for his ego to watch their intent faces, knowing they hung on every word, "… six guys go to a party and bring six girls. A girl for every guy present, but not necessarily the same girl he brought. As long as we keep in mind that when we get to the party we will not spend the night with the girl we invited… then shit, we can bring anyone. Right?"

Three heads nodded. They knew he had something, but they hadn't caught on to what it was.

"So… one guy brings his ex-girlfriend, or any girl he knows will accept. Another guy brings his cousin and another brings his sister… and so on and so forth."

"Holy shit!" Ed Cramer looked upset. "Who'd bring his sister to an orgy?"

"Don't get uptight. I told you it was for the first party. Or maybe the first few. After that my pyramid theory takes over. We tell the girls to bring their friends and pretty soon we ye got a whole new stable."