Calvin Mason: Gang bang sisters

As the others drifted into their sex games, forgetting the fright of the evening and remembering their long weeks of going without sex, Tom sat on the mattress talking to Charles, while Stella went about her own playful acts on his hardening cock.

"Maybe you're right," Charles said, with a very serious face, "but just the same, I wouldn't take any chances."

"Oh, don't worry! I don't intend to do anything to bring down the fires of hell, until I'm sure I know what it is. But I'm going to check out every possible clue to this thing."

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?"