Calvin Mason - Gang bang sisters

Whap! Margaret planted one on Cynthia's ass, almost causing Frank to bite her cunt. To get better leverage, Margaret peeled off her cape and swirled it into the air like a matador, letting it sail across the room to a dark corner. Whap! The sound of Cynthia's other cheek receiving a duplicate tattoo.

Whapp! The sound was, louder and the blow harder on Jay's ass. Whapppp!

Margaret stood for a moment with a glazed look in her eyes as she sought the next target. But before she had a chance to strike again, Tom and Hans had her by the wrists, confiscated the paddle and tied her over the back of a chair. The position turned out to be ideal, they thought. They had her wrists tied to the front legs of the chair, while her body was pulled face down, up and over the back of the chair, with her legs tied to the back leg, about six inches off the floor.

"Let me go, you sonsabitches!" Margaret was yelling. "Let me go!"

Tom casually slipped a gag in her mouth and walked back to the group, where Charles and Stella had reached their orgasms and were moving away from the pile. Cynthia was obviously reaching the peak of excitement on Frank's face, while Joan was clutching Frank in a death grip, screeching with delight as she and Jay reached simultaneous orgasms.

And then there was just Frank again, kneeling helplessly on the floor with his limp cock hanging between his legs. Tom untied him, handed him the paddle and shoved him in Margaret's direction. The bull's-eye was irresistible and Frank was seething with frustration.

Whap, whap, whap! The sound rang around the room. Whap, whap, whap!

Tom suddenly realized the moans and groans coming from Margaret were expressions of pleasure, so he removed the gag.

"More, give me more," she whimpered, and Frank obliged. "Mmmmmm… I love it… I love it," she responded to the paddling. And Frank's cock responded with her.

Wwwhappp! The blows were hard now, echoing around the room, while everyone stared wide-eyed. Wwwhaaaap! In slow, deliberate cadence the paddle sounded as it struck the flabby mounds of soft white flesh.

"Ohhhhh…" Margaret groaned after each blow, giving Tom the distinct impression she was having an orgasm with each stinging strike.

Frank's frustrations were spent and his thoughts were focusing on the hard, aching cock between his legs. By now Margaret's ass was red and raw from the rubber dots on the paddle's pad biting into the tender flesh. Tiny drops of blood formed on some of the indentations, but she seemed oblivious to it all. It was Stella who felt compassion for her sister and gently covered the flaming wounds of meat with a soothing application.

"Ahhhh…" Margaret sighed with appreciation.

But as soon as Stella completed her task, Frank drove his index finger into the jar of jelly, scooped out a big wad, separated Margaret's cheeks and deposited the ball on her asshole. His cock had no trouble pressing the lubricating jelly up into the depths of her tight tunnel, in one powerful drive. Margaret let out a grunt of surprise, but accepted the deep thrust without complaint, enjoying the tight fit over his throbbing meat and the strange feel of his shooting juices.

When Frank was finished, Tom offered Margaret's exposed ass to anyone else who might want to have a shot at it, but only Charles gave a hint of interest, quickly withdrawn when he realized his eyes were bigger than his cock at this point. Stella had already drained every last drop of sap from him.

Margaret was untied and helped from the chair, with everyone holding his breath in anticipation of her reaction. She was, they realized, the most feared person in the group.

Three pair of eyes were fixed on the wall opposite the lectern now. Throughout the meeting Tom Dunn had given most of his attention to the dark area behind the audience, but now was the time it usually appeared – just before the end of the services, and the three members watched nervously.

Nothing happened.

The orgy didn't swing into a storm of violent rape tonight either. Everyone was standing around chatting, and Tom and Stella lit some of the dim lights around the room, giving the place more of a party atmosphere. And when Tom left, to go to the kitchen for a beer, a few people straggled along.

"You're not mad, are you?" Stella whispered to Tom in the kitchen.

"About what?" he asked with a frown.

"That I let Charles… you know… make love to me?"

"No, I'm not mad," Tom answered honestly. Perhaps a little too casual, though, because Stella pursued him.

"He's the only one. Honest. I haven't let anyone but you… make love to me, Tom. I didn't even know who it was until it was too late."

"It's all right, Stella… just part of the services… that's all."

"As long as you're not mad," she continued to whisper, following him around the room as he went from the refrigerator to the bottle opener across the room and started back through the rooms. "I would have really enjoyed it if it had been you, Tom."

Whoops! Tom said to himself. What was this? Something just didn't sound right.

"You know I'm crazy about you. I think about you all the time… and especially about the first time we did it… right here… in this room."

Tom had stopped suddenly, in the room off the kitchen, with the first realization of what he thought she was telling him. Now he froze on that spot, not knowing what to do.

"I like you too," he said, gulping on the words. "But… well, you know how it is… we have to make sacrifices for the club and everything… so don't feel bad if you do it with someone else. I have to do it with other girls too… all part of the club and all…"

"Oh, I don't mind," Stella said in a too-loud voice, then caught herself and added in a whisper, "but I wish we could sneak up here when no one else is around and do it like the first time."

"Sure. Oh sure, we could do that sometime," Tom said, taking a deep breath and continuing on his way back to the store. Just what he needed, he said to himself, someone to keep him from enjoying his own club!

Someone had turned on the music and couples were dancing. Ann was over in the corner with her girlfriend, Carol, and Kay's girlfriend, Edna, in a passionate triangle. Tom gave Stella the slip, cornering Gloria for a long-awaited opportunity to put his cock to her. They began what looked like a dance, but was soon recognized by Stella as fucking. She sipped a glass of wine and watched from across the room, wondering if Tom was just doing his duty or if he was enjoying it. But it didn't make her jealous in either case. Then Margaret limped over and stood next to her.

"Sonofabitch… I can hardly move, my ass is so sore," Margaret said.

"Then why do you always want to paddle people's asses?" Stella scolded her.

"I just like it, that's all. It felt good having that brute paddle my ass too. You don't even notice the pain it feels so good."

Stella just shook her head in amazement. Then Kay slipped up beside her and whispered, "I have to take a pee, want to come?"

"No thanks," Stella answered in complete confusion.

"Would you like to pee on me?" Kay whispered back.

"No," Stella said, a little loud, causing some heads to turn. But Kay was gone all at once, leaving Stella baffled by the request. She finished the wine and got another glass, wondering if she'd ever manage to understand all this, when Charles came over to talk to Margaret.

"How did it feel when he reamed his dick up your ass?" he was asking as Stella returned to Margaret's side with the glass of wine.

"I thought he was going to split me in half."

"Did it hurt?"

"Sure it hurt! Took my damn breath away too."

"I'd sure like to try that."

"My ass is so sore I won't be able to sit for a week," Margaret told him, adding in a softer voice, "Next week you can try it, but only if I can paddle your ass first."