Calvin Mason: Gang bang sisters

One by one they drank from the cup, while Tom and Margaret eyed their naked bodies. All cocks were shriveled, Tom noticed, a sign that he had them nervous.

That finished, he returned to the lectern and replenished the wine in the cup, announcing, "Now that you have sipped the blood of the sacrificed virgin we are all united under Satan. And by his will the virgin will arise."

A blue spotlight from one corner of the room and a red spotlight from another splashed light on the coffin. Dramatically, the lid began to rise by itself. Everyone took a step backward. Slowly it opened, revealing the form of a girl laid out in a black cape.

Margaret smiled proudly at the sight of her sister in the coffin. Kay Krauss realized now what had happened to the sixteenth cape she had made. And Stella played the role of a corpse with seriousness – staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

"Rise now, daughter of Satan. Virgin no more."

Stella stood in the box and Tom came to help her step out. The cover was dropped and Stella was helped up on what was now the stage. On cue she placed her arms out straight and they all fixed their eyes on her body. Small, just-blooming breasts, flat stomach, and triangle of… no wait, there was hair, but it was powdered white. So was her entire body.

Tom ran an open hand over her small breasts – her nipples quivered – down her stomach and between her legs. Stepping back he signaled to Margaret to come forward and said, "Touch the child of Satan."

Margaret had difficulty keeping the grin off her face as she ran her hands down Stella's front and between her legs. Next was Charles, who was visibly shaking as he extended his hand to touch the powder-smooth skin of the lean girl, who stood straight and proud before him. His hand slid gently over the extended, tight-nippled tits and down her silky stomach, paused briefly and then slipped between her legs. A hint of dampness greeted his fingers, sending chills through him.

Stella also began to enjoy the great attention and lingering hands of these admirers. But Margaret had warned her about the dirty things men would try to do to her, so she just paid attention and waited. For the most part, the girls touched her quickly and moved away. Jay Schmidtline took the longest, feeling each tit sensuously and letting his hand linger between her legs, his fingers probing at the crevice in the rear. Juices tingled in her virgin cunt and she pressed hard on the palm of his hand to relieve some of the itch.

As soon as everyone had a turn, the chalice was passed around and everyone drank deeply.

Tom took Stella's arm and assisted her from the stage, turned to face the group and stood motionless as Stella parted his cloak and ran her hands down his chest. All eyes watched intently as she reached the upright cock and slowly stroked the smooth long rod. Then she turned from Tom and repeated the ritual on the others.

Up to now it was all calculated. Tom had figured from past experience that there was little hope of getting any of the girls to volunteer for the role of being the first one undressed, touched, or fucked. And until the ice was broken, there would never be any sexual activity in the group. It wasn't easy talking Margaret into letting Stella participate, but he decided that once they had all touched the girl, they couldn't very well reject being touched by her. Now, as he had promised Margaret, he must remove Stella from the center stage and replace her with one of the older girls.

"Kay Krauss," he said as Stella finished the "feeling-up" ceremony. "Please come forward." Kay stepped to the center of the group, between Tom and Stella, facing the audience. "As a member of Satan's beloved daughters, do you solemnly swear to abide by his laws and commandments?"

"Yes," she gulped.

"Step up on the coffin," he ordered. She obeyed and he prayed the reinforcements he had built into the cardboard box would support her weight. They did!

With a bit of showmanship, he stepped before her, opened the clasp and the cape dropped to her feet. Tom ran his fingers over her body, quickly at first, then slow, almost as though he were examining her for the audience.

"Bend over, please," Tom instructed, indicating that her ass was to be aimed at the viewers. She turned and bent. A white spotlight went on and the stage was now well lit. Tom spread the fat balls of flesh for all to see her small, puckered asshole. A flush of embarrassment went through Kay. Then he had her sit on the coffin and spread her legs. All eyes centered on the pink lips, which Tom spread with his fingers. Kay wanted to scream from embarrassment, but couldn't. And Tom was extremely pleased with her reaction to this ritual, which he considered an important breakthrough, shattering old taboos they had all been brought up to respect. He was sure their sex life, like his own was restricted to a single partner in a dark room: not any more!

"You have pleased Satan with your obedience," he told Kay, taking her by the hand and leading her to the center of the circle, where Stella stood holding a small jar. Ceremoniously, Tom dipped a finger in the jar and applied the purple rouge to her nipples. Another dot at the navel and a circle on her buttocks, at the approximate location of her hidden asshole.

All this attention sent tingles through Kay's body, which grew into flames when Stella began to caress her big tits. She felt the girls fingers dance down her stomach, around to her ass, back to her stomach and finally tiptoe through the hair between her legs, to tantalize those moist, pink lips. She wouldn't dare utter a sound, but her mind screamed, MORE!

While Stella continued to delight Kay, Tom brought Jay to the center and took his robe, revealing a big fat cock, oozing with anticipation. Jay sucked in his belly for the benefit of the crowd and grinned at his victim.

This was it! Kay told herself.

Tom produced a sturdy, low table and Kay was directed to sit on it. They Jay was given the "dancing finger" treatment by Stella as she led him between Kay's legs.

You could hear the panting of the other members as they watched wide-eyed. The girls all eyed the big slab of meat that was going to spear into Kay's belly, their own cunts twitching with envy. Only Stella, who wasn't yew bright anyway, watched with curiosity, wondering if Margaret wasn't even aware of her sister's presence.

Jay's body glistened with perspiration, the odor mixing with the incense and losing its sting. Kay, who was also perspiring, broke out in a cold sweat when the purple, heart-shaped head touched her dew covered cuntlips. He paused and she wrapped her chubby legs around him to pull. He pushed, she pulled.

"Ohhhh…" she moaned.

"Oh?" he groaned.

There was a wall of resistance holding back his plunge into ecstasy. The huge head quivered and lunged forward. Nothing. The third lunge drove deep into Kay's belly; she shrieked and startled everyone, but it was short-lived. The shock quickly turned to pleasure and Kay's shriek ended in, "Mmmmmmmmmm!"

The gathering sighed and grew impatient to join in the fun. They watched Jay, whose feet were still planted on the floor, reach down to fondle Kay's flattened boobs, keeping his arms straight so there would be plenty of space between their bodies for the audience to see his cock slide in and out. Kay just sucked her thumb and cooed.

Tom stepped out of the circle to do something about the heat, smoke and strong smell of incense. They were all perspiring, but not aware of their discomfort while their attention was fixed on the scene at center-stage. Rather than open the transom over the front door, which would risk having someone on the street hear or possibly see what was happening, Tom decided to open the skylight that took up a eight-by-eight foot area in the center of the store's ceiling. He had difficulty finding the chain in the dark, but once he located it and cracked open the large windows, the smoke billowed out.