Calvin Mason: Gang bang sisters

"He rents it out from Easter through Mother's Day," Charles answered. "The same guys sells plans and flowers at that time."

"The fucks really know how to wreck a place," Tom said as he walked slowly through the rooms, viewing the situation and deciding how much effort to put into cleaning it up.

"It smells like a pine forest in here," Jay said, taking a deep breath and enjoying the aroma.

"It's going to take a crash program to get this place in order," Tom said. "So let's get on the STICK! We'll go back to Ridgewood and round up as many people as we can for tomorrow night. The girls can clean the floors, kitchen and bathroom, while the guys give this joint a coat of paint."

"We only have two nights to paint this whole place?" Charles said doubtfully.

"Six guys should be able to get most of it done," Tom said. "And what we don't finish Friday night we can come back Saturday morning."

"Just bring on the beer," Jay said optimistically, "and we'll do it in one night."

As it turned out they did manage to finish painting by late Friday night. The girls scrubbed the floors, the appliances and the bathroom fixtures in one night and joined in with the painting on Friday. Everyone worked with feverish determination, not wanting to wait a minute more than necessary to get back to their sex games. For most, the five weeks had been void of physical contact completely. Only exhaustion, and the fact that it was too late to bring in the mattresses Friday night, prevented them from beginning a night earlier. But by Saturday afternoon everything was back to the way it was before Christmas and Tom was working himself into the proper state of mind to lead them through the rituals.

As the hour he had waited so patiently for finally neared, Tom Dunn began to experience nervous anxiety. Not since theft last meeting had he given any thought to that mysterious, spooky glow on the wall. Now it was all he could think about. Was the answer to eliminating it as simple as just not mentioning Satan's name? Then why? That would only confirm the fact that it was supernatural. What else had they done about Satan? He wrestled with the decision a little longer and finally decided to go along with the latter.

By turning over the services to Cynthia, he would lose control of the group and never get a chance to release some of his sadistic ideas, he reasoned. And Cynthia didn't put on enough showmanship when she was leading them. His decision began to make more sense as he caught the bus to Maspeth, arriving before the others to set the scene for the meeting.

The four trays that held the burning incense hung from wall brackets in each corner of the room, almost above his reach. His last chore before ringing the bell to summon the congregation was to light the sticks of incense, reaching up and dropping them one by one into the trays. Then he opened the skylight enough to allow just a slight venting of the room, so they wouldn't be uncomfortable.

The congregation filed in, beaming with broad smiles and nervous anticipation of the delights they were about to witness. They took their places, kneeling on the pillows and looking around the room to see if Tom was considering any surprises tonight. They all liked it better since he began putting the colored spotlights on right from the start, giving them enough light to check the room for the presence of any large items they might have to contend with.

"Brothers and sisters," Tom began, "we are gathered here once again to enjoy the fruits of life that we have found in each other."

"It has occurred to me that our real devotion is to one another, rather than an outside force, so we have eliminated the other services, making this ritual a sign of our dedication to ourselves, to each other. Nothing else has changed. Only now when we drink from the cup of wine, we drink to the group. And when we make our sacrifices, we are sacrificing for the benefit of this close-knit family we have developed."

He lifted the chalice and took a sip, then went out and served each member. All the excitement and pleasure of the first meeting flooded back into his head as he watched each member reach out to take the cup, their robes opening to expose naked flesh to his devouring eyes.

"Tonight," he announced, "our sacrifice to the group will be the very lovely… very beautiful Sister."

Sighs of relief went through all the girls who weren't chosen and big grins of approval spread on the faces of the men as Ann got up and walked to the center of the stage area. They all watched with wide eyes as Tom turned Ann to face the group, turned on the white spotlight and removed her robe. They liked the way Ann always acted with a cool confidence when she was chosen to participate. Not brazen – just reined, with her chin up and a faint smile curling up the corners of her lips.

Tom made a show of putting Ann in the position he wanted, his hands never missing an opportunity to touch her body in some sensual way for all to see and enjoy. He placed his hands between her legs, the tips of his thumbs probing the nest of hair that rapidly dampened, then slowly spread her legs so she was standing with her feet wide apart, smiling at her wide-eyed audience.

"This dildo," he said, holding up an object that was shaped like a cock, with a little stretching of the imagination, "represents the group. All of us. Take it and place it between your legs… thereby making love to the entire group and accepting us all into your body."

Ann took the object, noticed a little switch, which she flipped on and off quickly to see what it was she was going to insert inside herself. It was a battery-operated vibrator. How nice, she said to herself, waiting for Tom's instructions.

Tom stood behind her, reached under her arms to cup her breasts, then whispered in her ear to insert the prick slowly. As Ann lovingly inserted the vibrator into her cunt, Tom milked her tits, his hard-on sliding up and down the crack of her ass. Ann gave a good performance, stopping just before the end of the vibrator entered, leaving the switch on the outside.

Now Tom turned her sideways and had her bend at the waist. He produced an object that everyone recognized as an electric toothbrush, without the bristles.

"Now, Sister Ann, insert this replica of our sex into the other opening."

Ann took the toothbrush and began inserting it into her anus, having trouble maneuvering from the awkward position. However, the audience was if entranced by the performance, staring wide-eyed with jaws dropping as they watched her struggle. Finally Tom had to complete the insertion for her. He walked around her, then, for the sake of the audience, inspecting his handiwork. Then he removed his robe and pressed his cock against her lips.

"Now, Sister Ann, reach down and turn on the switches," Tom said, waiting for her to obey before inserting his cock into her mouth.

Ann looked like a bit of a contortionist as she turned on the battery-operated dildoes and had to hold them in place to keep them from falling out. Sensations ran through her body as the vibrators tingled the walls of her cunt and asshole. She almost immediately had an orgasm, her mouth filling with saliva and dribbling out the corners, around Tom's penetrating cock. She reached another climax moments later, losing her strength as she felt the third building up almost as soon as the second orgasm was over. Tom had to grab her head to keep her from slipping to her knees, forcing his throbbing meat deeper into her drooling mouth, almost choking her with a sudden plunge forward as his balls exploded a charge of cream into her throat. They both felt strangely lightheaded as the dual climax ended.

Ann slid to her knees when Tom backed away. She turned off the vibrators and slowly withdrew the spikes from her insides – a slow, agonizing withdrawal of the objects from very sensitive openings.