"Gang bang sisters" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mason Calvin)

CHAPTER FOUR

The success of the Halloween Party gave Tom, Charles, Jay and Ed a whole new lease on life. It gave them something to think about – day and night – making even their jobs seem less boring and their friendship closer. They felt revitalized, more energetic and bubbling over with enthusiasm. Now they had something to work for, something to do; instead of sitting in the dingy corner bar drinking beer and talking about what they should be doing – they were doing it.

All their spare time was spent in the store. They cleaned it, rearranged the furniture and continued to bring things that would make it more attractive or more effective. Tom filled the refrigerator with beer, so he could devote his time to the premises without constantly running out to quench his thirst – he didn't even mind when the others helped themselves to a bottle. When there was nothing to do they just sat around reminiscing about the party and throwing out ideas for future parties.

"Why can't we have a few meetings a week?" Jay asked. "This waiting till Saturday night is driving me bananas."

"We don't want to ruin a good thing," Tom answered. "We'll just take it slow for a while. See how it develops. Then maybe we'll add a meeting for Wednesday nights. Let's see how it goes first."

"Your girlfriend was the only one disappointed Saturday night," said Ed Cramer. "Says you ignored her and she didn't get any of the fun."

"She's not my fuckin' girlfriend," Tom snapped back. "I used to take her out once in a while. That's all. And shit… who wants to fuck that skinny beast anyway?"

"Nobody else complained," Jay said, throwing out his chest with a bit of arrogance. "Not with 'The Kid' there to service them. They don't call me 'The German Oak' for nothing."

They all laughed at that, accepting the statement as part of the privilege of being a member.

"Don't you guys go shooting off your mouths about our parties," Tom Dunn got serious. "We'll have the fuckin' cops raiding us, or some jerks trying to crash in. Just keep it quiet."

"That's right," Charles added with a touch of nervousness showing.

"Hey look…" Ed said, "who wants anybody else getting in on the act? Broads, okay, but not guys. The next thing you know you're competing. And I say we've got a good thing going – so let them get their own ass."

The others agreed wholeheartedly.

They were sitting on mattresses they had positioned around the walls of the store. Tom got up to get another beer and added, for emphasis, "Then don't go bragging to anybody or you'll blow the whole thing."

He returned with bottles for everyone, amazing them with his sudden generosity and thoughtfulness. Then they realized they had all changed. Each one had become friendlier, more cooperative, with a much happier outlook.

"Are you going to invite Margaret Leche again?" Ed asked. "She gives me the creeps."

"I wasn't going to. I figured I'd drop her and her sister after the first meeting – Lillian too, but they were the first to pay their dues for this week. What could I say?"

"Who cares?" Jay defended the action. "The more broads the better. You've got to have a few in the bullpen just in case."

That made sense to Ed, noticing the change in Jay had been for the better too. Jay was getting smarter, he decided.

"There's a few things you should know, Tom," said Charles. "In a Black Mass ritual, the Lord's Prayer is not only said with words backwards; the entire prayer is reversed. You start with 'Amen' – or 'Nema' – and end with 'Our'. I've been reading up on it."

"Who gives a shit!" Tom exploded.

"Well, I… just thought you'd like to know."

"What do I look like, the Pope?" Tom cut him off. "We're only doing this to get laid – not to have a spiritual experience!"

"I know, but…" Charles tried to cover his need for perfection, while still trying to make his point, "… I just figured it would be more realistic."

"Fuck it! I don't have time to go through Satan's seminary. Just sit back and enjoy the fun. Stop worrying about the services and start thinking about getting the broad you want."

Jay and Ed agreed with Tom. Charles went back to thinking about his other problem; getting laid. He considered himself a virgin, since Kay was the only one he ever fucked and she didn't count because she was his sister. At the party he found himself so engrossed in what the others were doing he didn't get any for himself. Although, he recalled, he did come, watching Jay jam it into his sister, and again when he saw Tom and Cynthia in the sixty-nine position. But he wanted his own experience at the next party and had been making plans all week on how to go about it.

The second Black Mass was entered in the same manner as the first, only this time everyone was anxious to get started and not nearly as nervous. The three bells beckoned at eight-thirty and they filed into the dark store. The "casket" wasn't replaced after Hans and Margaret collapsed it; just the lectern, the two black candles and Tom Dunn were visible.

When the room became silent, Tom started the ritual as before: "Welcome, my brother and sisters, to Satan's Black Mass…" He sounded more relaxed, a bit more sinister. "Let's all bow our heads and pray to the Angel of Evil… our beloved Satan."

"Ruo rebtaf, ohw…" he chanted in a crisp, more practiced voice, obviously continuing his own version in defiance of Charles' suggestion. Once again he went through the ritual with the chalice, Margaret Leche giving him assistance. Then he returned to the lectern and gave a little sermon about how pleased they had all made Satan at the last mass. And their continued obedience would be rewarded. He switched on the blue and red spotlights, which were focused on a low platform at the foot of the lectern.

"Now I call the Devil's Virgin…" Tom announced. A puff of red smoke billowed up from the lectern and Stella's head seemed to materialize next to him. As he led her around to the platform the gathering looked from one to the other for a clue as to how he managed that little trick. They could see that she hadn't popped up from behind the lectern. Her head appeared so fast and from the neck up – definitely not the way it would happen if she just popped up. Tom had a difficult time containing his grin, pleased with their surprised faces.

Once on the platform and when the room became silent, Stella opened the clasp on her cape, letting it fall to her feet. Her body was all white from the dusting with talcum powder and once again the audience was entranced by her firm, just-developing body. They watched as Tom slowly ran his hands over the swells of her blossoming breasts, squeezing them gently to highlight the small, pointed nipples that hardened even more with his touch. He proceeded to slide his right hand down the front of her and his left hand down the back. The girl stood motionless, though apparently pleased with the feeling he gave her body. She spread her legs when his hand approached her downy fluff and he slid it between her legs, rubbing her sensually.

Margaret was the next to feel the girl all over, followed by Charles, who was visibly shaking when he touched Stella. But he didn't rush through the ceremony; he closed his eyes and drank in the delightful feel of her tight girl-flesh.

After each took a turn at feeling Stella, the chalice was passed around – this time Stella managed to get a drink – and then she proceeded to feel each of the participants in the gathering. Another passing of the chalice and again Stella insisted on participating in the wine ritual.

"Charles Krauss," Tom announced gravely, "please come forward."

Charles wasn't prepared for this. He was expecting a repeat of the last service where a girl was brought out and used as the demonstration model. The nervousness showed as he took his place on the platform. It was worse when Tom Dunn removed his robe and he had nothing to do with his hands but drop them to his sides.

Tom reached over the lectern and switched on the bright white spotlight. Charles was mortified. They were all looking at his hard-on, he kept saying to himself, barely aware of what was going on around him.

"Sister Ann," Tom was saying, which caught Charles' attention. He had been admiring Ed's cousin since the first party. Now all at once he was going to have to perform something – he didn't know what – in front of everyone.

"Since the penis is Satan's scepter, it is one of the most revered parts of the male anatomy," Tom addressed the audience. "Sister Ann will show her dedication to Satan by kissing his scepter."

Ann smiled, walked up to Charles and knelt before him on the platform. Tom quickly went to them and rearranged them so Charles was facing sideways so the audience could see what Ann was doing.

The sight of Ann kneeling before him, her pretty face smiling up at him, sent Charles into a frenzy. His cock was throbbing and he knew the slightest touch would set off his orgasm. Taking a deep breath, he put all his concentration into holding back the climax, but watching her smiling face all the same. Probably the very thing that was making him come, he thought, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. Those sensuous, moist lips – that were smiling now – would soon pucker and kiss his cock… and the thought almost exploded the charge in his balls.

Ann puckered up, as he expected, and gave the ballooning head of his cock a soft, wet, tight-lipped kiss. As she moved away he could see a drop of come on her lips and his cock was dribbling a few drops on the floor. Ann licked her lips and smiled up at him again. Everyone else was dead silent, thoroughly captivated by the scene, which Ann played with such expertise.

Fear, tension and worry filled Charles' brain with distressing signals. What would Ann say when she found out he was dripping come? he worried. Have to hold it back, he told himself. Mustn't get it in her mouth. But Ann's lips were back on the head of his cock and he could see the white cream oozing out, right on those soft red lips. She licked the goo off her lips and went back for more. She licked all the come off his cock and then sucked it into her mouth.

The warmth, the excitement, the realization that she didn't mind the taste of his semen, relaxed him long enough to forget about holding back the ejaculation. He shot a squirt of warm liquid into the back of Ann's throat, realized what he had done and expected the worse. She sucked on his cock and swallowed. Although he didn't have any control of the following explosions, he stopped holding back and just let it blast into her sucking, swallowing, gulping mouth, watching as it oozed out the corners of her lips and down her chin. What a relief! he thought.

Tom noticed Jay make a move to take Ann's girlfriend, Carol, back to the mattresses. The couple Charles had invited, Frank and Joan, were also breaking from the circle.

"Would you please all wait until the ceremonies are over?" Tom called out. The two couples returned to their places in the circle.

Charles was panting from exhaustion and Ann was smiling with delight. Tom asked them to step down, which they did, taking their place back with the group.

"Frank, please step up to the platform," Tom announced, "Sister Lillian, would you please come forward?"

There was a little resistance from Frank, but Tom quickly put him in his place with a sharp look. On signal, Stella pushed the "sacrifice table" into the middle of the circle and Lil was disrobed and placed face down on it, her feet still on the floor. Next Frank's cape was taken and Stella's small hand wrapped around his stiff cock. She led him over to Lil, placing the head of his cock between the thin, flat buttocks that poised before him.

It was all very interesting to Stella, who wasn't quite sure what it was all about, or exactly what they were doing. She knew she liked what she saw; liked to have everyone feel her, especially between her legs, and she liked feeling them. But since she didn't have any friends, with Margaret as her only source of intimate information, she didn't know why they were doing it or what they were doing. The wine had made her a little tipsy and she decided to stay close to this action to see for herself, despite Tom's signal to move away.

The performance wasn't very interesting to the others though. Frank spread Lillian's legs and began to insert his cock. There was resistance. He pushed a little harder. Then Stella bent closer, spread Lillian's buttocks to see where he was sticking that "man thing". Tom looked over to see what Margaret had to say about all this, saw a glazed look in her eyes, her cape moving in that telltale way to indicate she was masturbating again.

The fact that he was fucking a virgin, with another inquisitive virgin sticking her nose practically in the middle of it, gave Frank the stimulus to go on. He backed up, giving Stella a chance to see where he was sticking it, then lunged forward, ripping his way into the depths of Lillian's cunt.

"Ooww!" Lillian cried one minute, followed by "Mmmmm…" the next.

It confused Stella. She didn't know if the girl liked it or didn't like it; whether it hurt or felt good. But she was satisfied that she at least knew what they were doing to each other. However, she decided she'd just be satisfied with being felt by everyone, or feeling them, and let it go at that.

Frank's performance was poor and it dragged out too long. But Tom had accomplished one thing – he got Lil fucked. That was a big accomplishment, he figured. He looked over the faces of the audience and could see they were getting anxious to do their own thing. His eyes picked up a reddish glow that seemed to be moving in a ghost-like waving motion on the wall. He took off his gasses and cleaned them on a piece of his cape. When he put the glasses back on the glow was gone.

The couple on the table were dripping wit perspiration, still humping with the same dull tempo. Tom beckoned Kay to the center, removed her cape and made her kneel behind Frank. She obeyed. Then Tom pushed her nose in the crack of Frank's ass, spurring Frank on to a faster tempo. Realizing the only way to get on with the show was to help Frank reach a climax, Kay began to kiss his ass. The heat, the sweat, the smell of male and female sex glands juicing together, gave Kay a sense of abandon. She stuck her tongue in Frank's ass. The sensation sent the come shooting into the depths of Lillian, with "Ohhhh… mmmmm…" sounds from Frank, and "MORE!" from Lillian.

Tom saw the red spot on the wall again, but when he started to move in its direction it disappeared. He was puzzled. It just seemed to hang there, waving and dancing in the weirdest manner, giving him a chill. Could it be… no, that was ridiculous, he said to himself.

The services were over and everyone moved to the mattresses, pairing off to enjoy sex in their own fashion. Watching the staged sex scenes brought everyone to the peak of desire. Participating in the ceremony had its own reward too: the thrill of knowing everyone was watching, whether you like that idea or not; the fact that you never knew what Tom was going to make you do – or have done to you, and the relief when it was over and the performance pleased the audience. Usually the participants found themselves more excited after the performance, which sent them after a second and third partner for more.

Tom came to the realization that he was always going to be the one to get the leftovers, since the couples paired off while he was "working". He had planned on getting Gloria Schmidtline tonight, but she was already in the corner with Ed. A quick glance around the room indicated a choice of Margaret Leche or Lillian. He was unimpressed.

Then he spotted Ann's ass sticking up as she knelt between Kay's girlfriend's legs devouring the girl's cunt. He quickly mounted her dog-fashion, driving his stiff cock into the warmth of her drooling cunt. Ann responded with gyrations, but never took her mouth off Edna's sex-box; her tongue was too engrossed in collecting honey from the walls of the velvet cave to stop, but it was a welcome surprise to have her own cunt plugged with Tom's plunging, pumping cock. It sparked her on to a frenzied attack between Edna's legs when Tom also reached down and milked her aching tits.

Tom hadn't felt particularly "sexy" when he chose Ann as the target to shoot his load into. But now his mind had been cleared of the nagging thoughts of the opening services and that mysterious spot on the wall, bringing him to the single subject at hand, which took possession of his mind. His cock made long, deep plunges into Ann's warm, moist insides, while he stared into Edna's face, with its delirious expression of gratification. With each thrust of his cock, he saw Edna's expression contort with delicious agony, just as though he were ramming his rod into her body, but in fact, his deep penetrations into Ann were sending her tongue deeper into Edna.

Finally Ann went into a frenzied orgasm and Tom pushed hard with his cock, holding her steady with a strong grip on her tits. Edna grabbed Ann's hair, holding Ann's head between her legs as she went into her own climax, with Tom shooting his semen at the same time into Ann.

It was almost one o'clock when the orgy ended. Most of the members dressed, said their farewells to the ones who weren't in a hurry to leave and left. Margaret Leche had fallen asleep on one of the mattresses from a slight overindulgence of wine, two self-imposed orgasms and one with Lillian. Stella was cleaning up; Jay, Cynthia and Tom were sitting together on a mattress talking.

"Would you bring me a beer, Stella?" Tom asked.

"Me too?" from Jay and Cynthia.

"You should have sacrifices at the mass," Cynthia was saying. "You know… someone is strapped to the table and everyone does something to that person."

"I've been thinking about it," Tom admitted, surprised to hear this suggestion coming from one of the girls. There were all kinds of things he wanted to do, but was afraid to try for fear of having a revolt.

"Nothing really brutal," Cynthia said, realizing that Tom's reputation might be true and he'd want to inflict pain on the subjects. "Just sort of symbolic sacrifices… like tying Lillian down and having all the guys bang her."

"Who's suppose to suffer?" Jay asked. And they all laughed at the truth of his remark.

Stella returned with the beers, got herself a glass of wine and joined them on the mattress.

"There's all kinds of fun things we could do," Cynthia continued, squirming a little at the having. "Like tying someone's hands behind his back, kneeling on the floor and make him kiss everyone's ass."

"Sounds great. Next week you can serve mass with me and we'll pull off a few sacrifices."

"Mmmmm… even make the person stick his tongue in our assholes…" She was getting all hot with the prospects. "Let's show him, Jay."

"I'm exhausted," Jay objected. But Cynthia was already up and pulling her brother over. When he refused to take the kneeling position she just pushed him on his back and straddled his face.

Tom smiled, watching the gazed look in her eyes as she lowered her ass on Jay's mouth. "Whatever turns you on," Tom said under his breath.

"Feel me up," Stella whispered in Tom's ear.

"If your sister caught us she'd castrate me," he whispered back.

"No she won't." Stella coaxed him on, not knowing what "castrate" meant anyway.

Without much enthusiasm, Tom began running his hand over Stella's breasts and stomach, sipping beer from the bottle in his other hand. He toyed with the hair between her legs, but observed all the restraint he was taught about playing with little girls, still aware of Margaret's presence and loud mouth.

Stella knelt next to him, so he could run his hand down her back while she examined and played with the limp finger of flesh between his legs. She watched it harden, wondering all the time why the girls were so fascinated by this curious-looking "male thing". It was sticky from a combination of juices from Ann's cunt and his own semen, but Stella continued to fondle it, noticing that Tom was putting more enthusiasm into the massage he was giving her. She bent closer to kiss it, the way she saw the other girls do it, but jerked short when the odor stung in her nostrils.

"Go ahead and kiss it," Tom whispered.

Hesitating at first, she finally took a deep breath and pressed her lips on the sticky, purplish head that reminded her of a heart. She licked the sticky stuff from her lips, decided it didn't taste too bad, then went back to try again.

The sight of her virgin lips pressing against the tip of his cock sent Tom into a wild, urgent need for her mouth. He gently placed his hand on the back of her head, pressing it onto his cock. Her lips parted, stretching over the head, then letting it penetrate into her small mouth. The sight of his shaft sinking into Stella's virgin, unsuspecting mouth quickly drove Tom to the peak of excitement, but he wasn't sure how she'd react to the surprise of his cock firing in her throat. A short squirt escaped without warning – not that he would have been able to stop it – which Stella accepted without any fuss. Just a questioning look came into her expression. He couldn't take his eyes off her sweet, innocent face, with its changing expression as the experiment continued. Then he spent his load, his cock jerking and spitting behind those delicate lips.

Stella reacted with a calm acceptance, letting him fill her mouth to overflowing, swallowing some accidentally, but spitting most of it into her wine glass. She wiped her lips and chin on her bare arm, then smiled at him.

"Would you do that to me?" she asked, pointing to Cynthia, who was still astride Jay's face.

"Sure," Tom answered. "Turn around."

Tom was sitting with his back against the wall, so Stella had to bend and back up to him. She watched over her shoulder, backing up, with her two hands reaching down to spread the cheeks of her ass. Tom kissed her asshole, licked it and sucked at it. Strange feelings ran through Stella; her heart began pounding and she felt as if she were getting dizzy. Suddenly Tom's hand was between her legs, with his palm pressing into her moist snatch, when his tongue began snaking up the tight little tunnel in back. It was all so different from anything she had ever experienced that she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. Then she had an orgasm, which scared her at first, but was thrilling when it was over. She squeezed Tom's tongue out of her rectum and stood up.

"That was great!" she announced happily.

Tom just laughed; she had suddenly discovered sex, he thought, and wanted them to know she approved of it.

Cynthia had her orgasm. As she got up her ass spread before Tom's eyes and he could see the imprint of Jay's teeth around her asshole.

"Let's get out of here," Jay grunted.

They woke Margaret, dressed and went out into the cold night air.

"We'll never get a bus at this hour," Jay moaned, just as a taxi came down the street.

"My limousine is at your disposal," Tom said as he hailed the cab.