Calvin Mason: Gang bang sisters

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.

As far back as he could remember, Tom Dunn always hated Sundays. Even now, at twenty-four, his mother woke him every week for church. He hadn't gone to church in years. He told her he wasn't going to church any more. Still, she called three or four times every Sunday, the last time just before she left. Just another aggravation; especially when he didn't get to bed until three in the morning.

Tom lived alone with his mother in a six-room apartment. His father had died when he was fourteen, giving both of them a heavy responsibility. Mrs. Dunn had to go to work to supplement their income, and Tom was expected to supply the missing companionship, which hadn't been too difficult until he reached eighteen. Then his interests turned to girls, parties and bars. In the last three years his mother was lucky if she saw him three nights a week for dinner. And, since they didn't have any relatives living nearby, she resented his leaving her alone every night, to spend all his time at the corner bar.

Another reason Tom hated Sundays was the fact that the bars didn't open until one p.m. That meant sitting around the apartment listening to his mother nag him about his "bad habits".

At precisely one o'clock he was sitting on a bar stool waiting for the first bottle of beer to be delivered. By one-thirty Jay Schmidtline was next to him, followed shortly thereafter by Charles. They moved to a booth by the window to get away from the mounting noise and inquisitive ears around them.

Tom was gazing out the window when he spotted Ed Cramer crossing the street with a tall, attractive blonde.

"Who's the fuckin' broad with Ed?" he asked, not believing his eyes.

The others looked and finally Charles answered, "That's his kid sister, Laura."

"Why hasn't he invited her to our little get-togethers?" Tom said to no one in particular, still staring at the disappearing couple.

"Are you kiddin'?" Charles replied. "He's so protective of her it's disgusting."

"Yeh," Jay nodded.

"She did a lot of growing up since I last saw her." Tom's attention was back in the bar now. "How old is she?"

"Twenty," Charles continued to supply the answers. "She's been away to college and spent the summer in Europe."

"Let's get big brother Ed to invite her to church next Saturday night."

"No chance, Tom. Ed wouldn't let his little sister see – let alone participate – in our little games."

"Yeh," Jay said sarcastically. "But he sure as hell likes to fuck my sisters."

"Then we'll go about it in another way," Tom said. "Have one of your sisters invite her, Jay."

"Yeh. Cynthia went to high school with her. She'll do it for us," Jay said, pleased with himself.

"I don't think it will work," Charles said. "According to Ed, she's going to be a virgin until she gets married… and maybe even after, too."

They all laughed and started talking about the fun they had the night before. Each spoke as though the others hadn't been present. After relating the humorous events each had seen, they went into a discussion about which girl was the best fuck and which wasn't. Charles had ended his reign as a virgin and spoke with the most authority now. His two conquests had proven to him that sisters didn't count; it was altogether different fucking girls outside the family.

When the conversation finally wound down to less interesting details, Tom happened to mention the red glow he had seen.

"I saw that light," Jay said. "Weren't you doing it?"

Tom just shook his head. They could see he was serious by his worried expression.

"Are you talking about that vague reflection on the wall behind the spectators?" Charles asked.

Tom nodded.

"I thought you were doing it too," Charles said.

"Why the hell would I do something on the wall behind everyone, where nobody is likely to see it?"

"Then it must have been a reflection from a car," Charles hastened to explain away the unimportant event.

"There's a lot of traffic on that street," Tom continued to press. "How is it that only a few cars cause the phenomenon?"

Charles saw that Tom was upset by the reflection. He gave it a little thought, then became concerned too.

"Maybe it only happens when a bus passes," Jay suggested.

"It just doesn't make sense. A passing red light would move around the room. This just stays in one spot… sort of waving."

"Sure. When the bus stops in a certain spot, with his brake lights on, they flash on the wall," Jay continued to stick to his theory.

Tom just looked at Charles, whose expression indicated he saw through Jay's theory too, then he lowered his eyes without saying anything. After a few minutes of silence, Tom suggested they go to the store to try to figure it out. The others agreed.

On the way to the bus stop they met Margaret and Stella. The girls decided to go along with them for the ride. And during the ride Tom explained their mission, but Margaret hadn't noticed any light on the wall and didn't know why they were so concerned. However, Stella remembered seeing something, but thought it was the wine playing tricks with her eyes.

As they got off the buss, Charles saw his uncle about to enter the bowling alley. Charles called to him, catching him just before he went through the door. The uncle responded with a warm greeting, was pleased to meet everyone and offered to buy them a beer down in the bowling alley.

Arthur Klein appeared to be a pleasant man, Tom thought, and guessed he was in his late forties. He certainly treated Charles good, and Tom made a point of thanking him for the use of the store.

"Forget it," Uncle Art insisted. "And listen, I've got some old furniture and things out in the garage for your club. When you get time, see if you want any of it."

He gave Charles a key and told him which of the bank of garages it was in. Tom tried to buy a round of beers, but Uncle Art had to start bowling with his team and said some other time.

By the time they went up to the store it was after four o'clock and starting to get dark. The skylight still gave the room enough light to see without artificial light, but with enough shadows on the walls to simulate the way it was Saturday night. Tom inspected the wall from every angle while the others watched.