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CHAPTER TEN

When Arthur Klein reached the age of forty, he began having spells of depression. For seven years now he fought these defeatist thoughts, telling himself that life wasn't as bad as all that – but losing ground to the depression when he looked around him. He owned a profitable lumber yard that didn't require more than a few hours of his time a day; he owned all the property that made up about a quarter of a city block. The stores, bowling alley and garages brought in enough additional income to allow him to live very comfortably. And still he felt as though his life was slipping away without him really enjoying any of it.

It was on his forty-seventh birthday that he came to the conclusion that the important thing missing from his life was sex. Or to be more exact – not enough sex. His wife had been a good mother and housekeeper, but she didn't keep up with the times, he thought, letting herself get fat and old-fashioned, like the other women in the neighborhood. Sex was just a now-and-then-thing, that just didn't satisfy his thirst. But when he began to look for outside sources, he noticed that he was always drawn to the girls, not the thirty-year-olds he had told himself were the best kind. He was drawn to the teenage girls in the brief clothes that left little to the imagination.

"I was born about twenty years too soon," he would say to the group in the bawling alley, and the response was unanimous – they all felt the same way.

"When I was a kid, you had to work hard to get a piece of ass. Now the girls practically rape the guys, someone would say."

"And the kids nowadays don't appreciate it from another."

But after a series of propositions to these seemingly "sex starved" girls, Art came ta the conclusion that being rejected was worse than going without it. He was at his lowest level of depression when his nephew Charles called to tell him about using the store for a social club. The perfect answer, he thought. He'd be helpful, get them to like him, and pretty soon they'd be inviting him to their places… even that didn't work out the way he thought. However, he was determined to get in on their action and had several advantages in his favor. The most important was the fact that he could watch them through the skylight; the second was the fact that his hobby was photography. By putting the two together, he concluded, he'd be able to blackmail the group into taking him in.

Week after week he watched from the roof as the club had their parties without the faintest hint of sex. And he was growing more and more discouraged, sitting in the chill night air watched and thinking – all negative. If they did have sex, the logical place would be in the bedrooms, he reasoned, and he couldn't look into the bedrooms. And then they'd probably do it in the dark which meant he couldn't photograph them anyway. Not without exposing himself with the first shot he took. Like everything else, he told himself, there were just too many obstacles.

Then, just when he had convinced himself that it was a hopeless case and had given up going to the roof to spy, he decided to take a peek at their Halloween Party. He arrived just in time to see his niece being disrobed, in the dim light of the red and blue spotlights. It was obvious that he couldn't take any pictures under those lighting conditions, so he didn't bother going back for his camera. But by the time the white spotlight was turned on he was mesmerized by the performance and didn't want to miss any of it. Just slipping his cold hand inside his pants and holding his throbbing prick gave him a thrill. The sight of the bodies, when the orgy started, was enough stimulation to bring him to the peak of excitement. He sat there staring with wide eyes, imagining how those firm tits would taste, how their wiggling asses would feel and what it would be like to sink his cock into their tight little cunts. He came in his pants with very little coaxing from his hand.

The following week was hell for Art, as he lived with the question of whether they would have another meeting like that or not. If they did, he could take his pictures and begin with the blackmail.

He took his pictures the following Saturday, developed and printed them in his own darkroom, and began to get cold feet about confronting the kids. He hated himself more now than ever, but just couldn't bring himself to come out in the open to make his threats. That's when he began working on another plan – scaring them with their own performance.

Slowly, week after week, he developed his plan, testing his ideas when they weren't in the store and building his scheme gradually to work out any imperfections. By hiding a small speaker in the room, he could talk to them from outside, without giving away his location. The image was developed on movie film and projected on the wall with much more realistic effect. But there was always the outside chance that someone would catch on to his trick, so he had to do something to dull their minds enough to prevent them from trying to figure out, or find flaws in his act. The answer came to him – hide pot in the incense pans so it burns with the incense and they all breathe in the smoke, which will cause some effect on their thinking, taking their minds off solving the mystery.

As a final protection, he chose his niece as the subject for the first act. If anything went wrong at the last minute and he was caught, he could threaten his nephew and niece with the photographs, by convincing them that his sister would kill them if she knew what was going on at their parties.

The rest was simple to work out. As soon as the subject was tied and blindfolded, and the others left the room, he slipped downstairs and entered from the front door. Once inside the room he could lock them out until he was finished enjoying the "sacrifice" they had set up for him.

"You should hear Kay's description of her rape by Satan," Charles was saying as Tom, Jay and Ed sat with him in their favorite booth at the corner bar.

"Like what?" Tom asked with a frown.

"Like it was the best thing that ever happened," Charles began with a big smile. "His prick has grown to the size of the one on the chair by now. And even though she was scared, it seems it was the best fuck in the world. The thrill alone was worth it."

"What are the other girls saying?" Tom directed his question to Jay and Ed.

"Cynthia and Gloria can't wait 'til next week," Jay answered. "They think it's great."

"Ann said the same thing," Ed added.

"Cynthia hopes she'll be next," Jay said. "But she's been interested in that Devil shit for a long time."

"Most of the girls think it's great," Charles said.

"I didn't know they went in for Satanism that much, but they all seem to know about it. And they want to learn more."

"Hen I am breaking my ass trying to salve the mystery," Tom said with aggravation, "and the damn broads are enjoying it. Don't they realize how serious this could be?"

"Naw… Cynthia ain't worried," Jay said. "She thinks it adds spice to the meeting. And Gloria is so excited she keeps asking Kay to tell her about what happened over and over."

"Margaret and Stella think you're doing is," Charles said.

"What's the matter with these people?" Tom was getting excited. "How could I do it, when I was in the kitchen with everybody else? Suppose it's some nut and somebody gets hun?"

"I hadn't thought of that," Charles responded with growing concern.

"Suppose it really is the Devil!" Jay added fuel to the fear.

"Does anybody know what the Devil would do to us?" Ed asked.

"As long as we obey his orders," Charles speculated, "I guess he'd treat us pretty good. But if we did something to aggravate him… I'd hate to find out what he'd do."

"I think it's some nut trying to take over our club," Tom snapped back at them.

"Then how do you explain that funny feeling in the head that everyone had?" Charles asked.

"Someone could have spiked the wine," Tom said.

They sat in silence, thinking about the problem. All but Tom were convinced it was something supernatural. Their minds preferred to dwell on that aspect rather than strain their heads to find a solution to the puzzle. Then Cynthia and Ann came in the door, which gave Jay, Charles and Ed an excuse to stop thinking about the problem, and they called the girls over to the booth.

"Margaret and Stella are standing outside," Ann announced, sitting herself on Charles' lap playfully.

"Why don't we go to the store?" Cynthia said, without opening her coat. "Margaret won't come in, and Stella can't. And we can't leave them out in the street."

The vote was unanimous, just by the expressions on their faces, and they hastily exited from the bar. Before they got to the bus stop Tom flagged a cab and they were happy to get out of the cold. The eight of them packed into the taxi, giggling and getting into a party spirit, even over the cab driver's objections.

Once they were at the store, Tom found he couldn't get them to discuss anything serious, so he got a bottle of beer and sat on one of the mattresses weighing his thoughts alone. Meanwhile, Ann and Jay slipped out to the first bedroom, with Ed and Cynthia in the second. Charles was already pulling Margaret's panties off and setting her up for his favorite rear attack. When Stella saw she couldn't get Tom interested in any play she decided to go out to the kitchen for some wine. She only got as far as the bedroom with Ann and Jay, when she stopped to watch.

"Not so fast," Ann was telling Jay. She was standing in the middle of the bed fully dressed, with Jay standing next to the bed, naked from the waist down. "I want to have some fun first. You're not going to drop your load and run."

Jay gave a begrudging nod of acceptance.

"Take off all your clothes and let me look at you."

He took off the rest of his clothes and waited for instructions. Stella looked longingly at the big stiff cock sticking straight out from between his legs. She had always felt Jay was too big and fat to fall in love with, but she envied the long tool that went along with his big belly.

"You can undress me now," Ann said, moving to the edge of the bed so he could unbutton her blouse, while she tantalized him with teasing glances at his naked body.

Jay was all fingers, fumbling with the buttons, which seemed to take forever to open. Stella was impressed with the way Ann conducted herself like a princess, ordering Jay to do this and that, making him remove the garments and fold them precisely the way she wanted them. It struck Stella as comical, the way Jay moved awkwardly around the bed with his chubby body all nude and bouncing loosely.

When Ann was stripped down to bra and panties she stopped him and had him join her on the bed. She made him kneel, while she examined his cock, the way Stella imagined a doctor would look at it for a disease. There was a wisp of a smile on Ann's lips, which Stella realized was from the torture she was putting Jay through.

Satisfied with the inspection, Ann removed her bra and expanded her conical tits at Jay. With a deep breath she reached out and took his head, forcing one of the cones of flesh into his longing mouth. But she wouldn't let him feel her or do anything but suck on her tit. Then she fell back on the bed and grinned up at him.

"Know what's waiting for you under my panties?" she cooed, spreading her legs, but keeping her brief, black panties between Jay and what he was longing to get at.

Jay just nodded. He was speechless with anxiety, afraid to take the initiative for fear of losing the reward.

Stella felt the inside of her own panties getting damp just watching. That Ann knew how to handle a man, she told herself.

"Well all you have to do is take off my panties," Ann whispered with sexy movements of her lips, "but you have to dolt with your teeth."

Jay dove to the task, snipping and biting at the flimsy material, making Ann squirm and giggle as he desperately tried to remove her panties without tearing them. But the fragrance that was coming from the damp spot between her legs was driving him wild. He took time out to lick the moist spot, but the smell and taste triggered his urgency and he tore off the garment with his hands, diving frantically between her legs to mouth the fur-covered cove that oozed with honey. His tongue worked furiously inside her cunt, sipping, sucking, drinking the nectar that oozed out of the walls for him.

And was no longer the coy little kitten, teasing the giant – she was writhing on the bed from the snaking tongue in her weeping cunt. She didn't resist when Jay replaced his tongue with his throbbing cock, but reached up to desperately pull him down on herself. The bed bounced from the hard drives of his cock working in and out with squishing sounds.

The room reeked with the smell of sex as the couple reached a climax. Jay fired his charge into Ann with a loud grunt of relief. And Ann just gurgled with pleasure. The two bodies squeezed tightly together as the last spasm of their orgasm spent itself.

Stella hadn't realized that she had slid down the doorframe and was squatting on the floor in a heap of trembling flesh. She didn't care either. Her hand was inside her own panties, coaxing and teasing the burning itch of her longing slit in an attempt to satisfy it. Then she felt two hands lift her to her feet, turned to see Tom with his stiff cock sticking out of his pants. She pulled down her panties and impaled herself on the waiting cock, almost knocking Tom over in the process. It was a precarious position, with her feet off the floor and Tom supporting her weight with tight grips on her ass, but Stella bounced and struggled to unleash the demon that drove her to this state.

As soon as Tom released his come, the two had to struggle to keep from toppling over. Stella was all grins of satisfaction, but her cunt ached from the weight of her body on his cock. It felt as though it were being torn by a blunt instrument. She was standing with her legs apart, rubbing the soreness and grinning at Tom, when she caught Margaret out of the corner of her eye. Then she realized that Margaret, Charles, Ed and Cynthia had watched her pounce on Tom. She was suddenly embarrassed.

"Does it hurt?" Margaret said, approaching in that "take-over" way of hers.

"No," Stella said weakly. Margaret was already lifting her skirt and looking at it, while the others watched.

"You could hurt yourself trying something like that," Margaret scolded her, rubbing the sore spot with the palm of her hand.

"She'll be all right." Cynthia came to Stella's aid, realizing the girl was embarrassed by the way she was being treated.

Charles came up with the idea to punish her for being a bad girl. He wanted to tie her over a chair and paddle her ass, then all the guys would fuck her asshole. He was getting all worked up over the prospect when Tom told him to knock it off. The others felt the same way.

"Leave Stella alone," Cynthia finally said. "She's entitled to enjoy herself just as much as the rest of us."

Margaret suggested they punish Charles instead. There was a brief argument, but gradually everyone drifted away, leaving Charles and Margaret to battle it out themselves, while they went back to their original partners for a last-minute quickie before going home.

They were all in the store, on the mattresses, with Charles and Margaret in the bedroom off the kitchen. Tom was drinking a beer from the bottle, while he "punished" Stella by making her give him a blow job. There was a yell from the other room, then a call for help. Everyone rushed out to see what had happened.

Charles was standing alongside the bed with a sheepish look on his face and Margaret was on the bed looking madder than a bull.

"What's wrong?" Tom directed the question at Charles.

Margaret answered, "He stuck a beer bottle up my ass and can't get it out!"

"Sonofabitch," Tom snarled, while the others snickered and laughed, with Jay howling the loudest.

"What'll we do?" Charles whispered.

"The hospitals get this shit every weekend," Tom explained, thoroughly, annoyed. "By forcing the neck of the bottle in, it causes a vacuum and you can't get it out."

"You ain't taking me to no hospital," Margaret declared.

"What we have to do," Tom continued, "is break the vacuum."

Everyone joined in the project, getting tools, towels, warm water and petroleum jelly. They didn't see Margaret's ass until everything was ready and Tom told her to get off the bed. More laughs went around the group at the sight of her struggling with the trapped beer bottle protruding from her ass. Even Tom had to smile, against his wishes, at the sight.

"I thought everyone knew better than this," he said, then cracked up with laughter.

He told Margaret to bend over and hold the bed. Jay and Ed supported the bottle while he laboriously drilled a hole in the bottom. Everyone watched in amazement. When the electric drill finally went through the glass, Tom gently slid the neck of the bottle out of her tight grip.

"You sonofabitches are lucky it worked," Tom said with a sigh of relief. "Don't fuck around with bottles any more!"

Stella bent to the task of applying petroleum jelly to Margaret's red anus, wondered as she gently rubbed the cool jelly on the tender spot why Margaret did these crazy things. She always thought Margaret was bubbling over with wisdom.

Margaret looked up at Charles, who was still upset by the mishap, and she started to laugh. The whole scene, now that it was over, struck her as hilarious. Charles began laughing then, relieved that there weren't any hard feelings, and soon everyone was laughing, telling each other how Margaret looked with the beer bottle stuck in her ass and laughing harder.

The dainty derriere that was facing them, wiggling gently as Stella went about healing her sister's wounds, was being eyed by Jay and Ed, but it was Ann who approached it and began a gentle caressing. When Stella saw who it was she just gave Ann a short smile, not knowing what else to do.

Everyone was watching now as Ann bent over to plant a warm wet kiss on Stella's sleek white ass. It was one of those situations where Stella wasn't sure how to respond to pull away might insult Ann or make the others think she wasn't a good sport; to do nothing might give them the impression she liked girls too. Stella decided to play it safe and not do anything. But Ann's experienced, talented fingers were soon working on her small breasts and the feeling began to excite Stella. Ann's hands knew exactly where to touch, how to get the best results and when to move on, which had Stella breathing heavy.

They were on the bed now, with Ann's slender fingers gliding around Stella's lips, her ears, her neck, while Ann continued a soft milking action of her tight-nippled breast. Stella closed her eyes, giving in to the tender touches. A warm mouth engulfed a hard nipple; tongue slithering around it, then a sucking sensation; all while a soft hand slid down her flat stomach to comb its way through the triangle of hair between her legs. Then that wet mouth was covering her body with its warmth.

Stella was reaching the peak of excitement when she opened her eyes to see Ann's hairy cunt just inches over her face. No! She told herself. She wouldn't do it! She'd never kiss a girl… but she felt the heat of Ann's mouth cover her own nest and it felt so good she puckered up and kissed the moist intersection of Ann's legs. Ann's tits were pressed against her stomach, Ann's fingers were running up and down her legs, while the hot mouth covered the whole sensitive area of her cunt. It was more than Stella could take – she reached up, dug her nails into Ann's ass, driving the hairy cunt down to her own open mouth.

Stella heaved and bounced with an orgasm when Ann's tongue slithered between her hot vaginal lips. She could only respond with a plunge of her own tongue in Ann's cunt. A deep, swift penetration. But Ann was much more experienced; she toyed with Stella's tongue, drawing it deeper and deeper into the walls of her juicy cunt, before reaching a climax. And when it was over Ann continued to kiss her, caress her tits, bringing Stella down to earth slowly.

When they got up the room was empty. The others were back on the mattresses in a group orgy. Ann smiled at Stella and ran her hands up and down Stella's naked body one more time. Stella was pleased with the new experience.