Calvin Mason: Gang bang sisters

They were all in the store, on the mattresses, with Charles and Margaret in the bedroom off the kitchen. Tom was drinking a beer from the bottle, while he "punished" Stella by making her give him a blow job. There was a yell from the other room, then a call for help. Everyone rushed out to see what had happened.

Charles was standing alongside the bed with a sheepish look on his face and Margaret was on the bed looking madder than a bull.

"What's wrong?" Tom directed the question at Charles.

Margaret answered, "He stuck a beer bottle up my ass and can't get it out!"

"Sonofabitch," Tom snarled, while the others snickered and laughed, with Jay howling the loudest.

"What'll we do?" Charles whispered.

"The hospitals get this shit every weekend," Tom explained, thoroughly, annoyed. "By forcing the neck of the bottle in, it causes a vacuum and you can't get it out."

"You ain't taking me to no hospital," Margaret declared.

"What we have to do," Tom continued, "is break the vacuum."

Everyone joined in the project, getting tools, towels, warm water and petroleum jelly. They didn't see Margaret's ass until everything was ready and Tom told her to get off the bed. More laughs went around the group at the sight of her struggling with the trapped beer bottle protruding from her ass. Even Tom had to smile, against his wishes, at the sight.

"I thought everyone knew better than this," he said, then cracked up with laughter.

He told Margaret to bend over and hold the bed. Jay and Ed supported the bottle while he laboriously drilled a hole in the bottom. Everyone watched in amazement. When the electric drill finally went through the glass, Tom gently slid the neck of the bottle out of her tight grip.

"You sonofabitches are lucky it worked," Tom said with a sigh of relief. "Don't fuck around with bottles any more!"

Stella bent to the task of applying petroleum jelly to Margaret's red anus, wondered as she gently rubbed the cool jelly on the tender spot why Margaret did these crazy things. She always thought Margaret was bubbling over with wisdom.

Margaret looked up at Charles, who was still upset by the mishap, and she started to laugh. The whole scene, now that it was over, struck her as hilarious. Charles began laughing then, relieved that there weren't any hard feelings, and soon everyone was laughing, telling each other how Margaret looked with the beer bottle stuck in her ass and laughing harder.

The dainty derriere that was facing them, wiggling gently as Stella went about healing her sister's wounds, was being eyed by Jay and Ed, but it was Ann who approached it and began a gentle caressing. When Stella saw who it was she just gave Ann a short smile, not knowing what else to do.

Everyone was watching now as Ann bent over to plant a warm wet kiss on Stella's sleek white ass. It was one of those situations where Stella wasn't sure how to respond to pull away might insult Ann or make the others think she wasn't a good sport; to do nothing might give them the impression she liked girls too. Stella decided to play it safe and not do anything. But Ann's experienced, talented fingers were soon working on her small breasts and the feeling began to excite Stella. Ann's hands knew exactly where to touch, how to get the best results and when to move on, which had Stella breathing heavy.

They were on the bed now, with Ann's slender fingers gliding around Stella's lips, her ears, her neck, while Ann continued a soft milking action of her tight-nippled breast. Stella closed her eyes, giving in to the tender touches. A warm mouth engulfed a hard nipple; tongue slithering around it, then a sucking sensation; all while a soft hand slid down her flat stomach to comb its way through the triangle of hair between her legs. Then that wet mouth was covering her body with its warmth.

Stella was reaching the peak of excitement when she opened her eyes to see Ann's hairy cunt just inches over her face. No! She told herself. She wouldn't do it! She'd never kiss a girl… but she felt the heat of Ann's mouth cover her own nest and it felt so good she puckered up and kissed the moist intersection of Ann's legs. Ann's tits were pressed against her stomach, Ann's fingers were running up and down her legs, while the hot mouth covered the whole sensitive area of her cunt. It was more than Stella could take – she reached up, dug her nails into Ann's ass, driving the hairy cunt down to her own open mouth.

Stella heaved and bounced with an orgasm when Ann's tongue slithered between her hot vaginal lips. She could only respond with a plunge of her own tongue in Ann's cunt. A deep, swift penetration. But Ann was much more experienced; she toyed with Stella's tongue, drawing it deeper and deeper into the walls of her juicy cunt, before reaching a climax. And when it was over Ann continued to kiss her, caress her tits, bringing Stella down to earth slowly.

When they got up the room was empty. The others were back on the mattresses in a group orgy. Ann smiled at Stella and ran her hands up and down Stella's naked body one more time. Stella was pleased with the new experience.

Excitement was at a peak as the members gathered in the kitchen for the next meeting. The girls all seemed to be thrilled with the prospect of another visit from the "Devil". The men weren't the least bit thrilled and showed their concern openly. But both sides found their hearts beating faster, palms clammy and nerves tingling.

For the first time since he began these rituals, Tom Dunn was nervous. Tonight he experienced the fear of the unknown, which he had diligently perpetrated on the other members all these weeks, getting a great deal of pleasure from their discomfort. He had been the master. Their fate was in his hands during these ceremonies, governed only by his conscience and the restraint he exercised over his sadistic desires. There had never been a moment of discomfort for him; he was never the object of a "sacrifice", never had his ass paddled, or the slightest fear that he ever would. Tom Dunn only participated in the enjoyable aspects of the ritual – the others suffered at his hands.

Suddenly everything was changed. Now someone else – or SOMETHING else – had taken away his power. He was only an instrument now, to carry out another's orders. And he didn't like his new role one bit. Only the challenge of his conviction that it was all a hoax and that he would solve the mystery forced him to continue. Otherwise he would have put an end to the club after the last meeting.

Stella and Cynthia took their places beside him as he prepared to summon the congregation into the hall. He gave a last look around the room: the colored lights were lit, the black candles and the trays of incense were lit – everything exactly as it was the week before. He'd play along with the villain just to prove that he was intelligent enough to solve the mystery. And when he found the culprit he'd have his revenge.

The bell sounded and the audience filed into the room. Everyone entered with their eyes searching the wall for a sign of their visitor.

Tom opened the services with a brief statement about how their loyalty to one another should come before anything else. He avoided any reference to Satan. Then he lifted the chalice to his lips, as he had always done, but tonight he only pretended to drink the wine. He was determined to keep a clear head at all costs. Then the chalice was passed to the others. Charles also pretended to take a drink and didn't, having decided to conduct an investigation of his own – secretly. Since Tom was his prime suspect he hadn't mentioned his plan to anyone.

After the chalice went around the group, Tom turned the meeting over to Cynthia, who surprised him by chanting a string of vows to Satan. Tom suddenly realized that Cynthia wanted to believe the visitor was Satan.