Calvin Mason: Gang bang sisters

When the room became silent, Tom started the ritual as before: "Welcome, my brother and sisters, to Satan's Black Mass…" He sounded more relaxed, a bit more sinister. "Let's all bow our heads and pray to the Angel of Evil… our beloved Satan."

"Ruo rebtaf, ohw…" he chanted in a crisp, more practiced voice, obviously continuing his own version in defiance of Charles' suggestion. Once again he went through the ritual with the chalice, Margaret Leche giving him assistance. Then he returned to the lectern and gave a little sermon about how pleased they had all made Satan at the last mass. And their continued obedience would be rewarded. He switched on the blue and red spotlights, which were focused on a low platform at the foot of the lectern.

"Now I call the Devil's Virgin…" Tom announced. A puff of red smoke billowed up from the lectern and Stella's head seemed to materialize next to him. As he led her around to the platform the gathering looked from one to the other for a clue as to how he managed that little trick. They could see that she hadn't popped up from behind the lectern. Her head appeared so fast and from the neck up – definitely not the way it would happen if she just popped up. Tom had a difficult time containing his grin, pleased with their surprised faces.

Once on the platform and when the room became silent, Stella opened the clasp on her cape, letting it fall to her feet. Her body was all white from the dusting with talcum powder and once again the audience was entranced by her firm, just-developing body. They watched as Tom slowly ran his hands over the swells of her blossoming breasts, squeezing them gently to highlight the small, pointed nipples that hardened even more with his touch. He proceeded to slide his right hand down the front of her and his left hand down the back. The girl stood motionless, though apparently pleased with the feeling he gave her body. She spread her legs when his hand approached her downy fluff and he slid it between her legs, rubbing her sensually.

Margaret was the next to feel the girl all over, followed by Charles, who was visibly shaking when he touched Stella. But he didn't rush through the ceremony; he closed his eyes and drank in the delightful feel of her tight girl-flesh.

After each took a turn at feeling Stella, the chalice was passed around – this time Stella managed to get a drink – and then she proceeded to feel each of the participants in the gathering. Another passing of the chalice and again Stella insisted on participating in the wine ritual.

"Charles Krauss," Tom announced gravely, "please come forward."

Charles wasn't prepared for this. He was expecting a repeat of the last service where a girl was brought out and used as the demonstration model. The nervousness showed as he took his place on the platform. It was worse when Tom Dunn removed his robe and he had nothing to do with his hands but drop them to his sides.

Tom reached over the lectern and switched on the bright white spotlight. Charles was mortified. They were all looking at his hard-on, he kept saying to himself, barely aware of what was going on around him.

"Sister Ann," Tom was saying, which caught Charles' attention. He had been admiring Ed's cousin since the first party. Now all at once he was going to have to perform something – he didn't know what – in front of everyone.

"Since the penis is Satan's scepter, it is one of the most revered parts of the male anatomy," Tom addressed the audience. "Sister Ann will show her dedication to Satan by kissing his scepter."

Ann smiled, walked up to Charles and knelt before him on the platform. Tom quickly went to them and rearranged them so Charles was facing sideways so the audience could see what Ann was doing.

The sight of Ann kneeling before him, her pretty face smiling up at him, sent Charles into a frenzy. His cock was throbbing and he knew the slightest touch would set off his orgasm. Taking a deep breath, he put all his concentration into holding back the climax, but watching her smiling face all the same. Probably the very thing that was making him come, he thought, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. Those sensuous, moist lips – that were smiling now – would soon pucker and kiss his cock… and the thought almost exploded the charge in his balls.

Ann puckered up, as he expected, and gave the ballooning head of his cock a soft, wet, tight-lipped kiss. As she moved away he could see a drop of come on her lips and his cock was dribbling a few drops on the floor. Ann licked her lips and smiled up at him again. Everyone else was dead silent, thoroughly captivated by the scene, which Ann played with such expertise.

Fear, tension and worry filled Charles' brain with distressing signals. What would Ann say when she found out he was dripping come? he worried. Have to hold it back, he told himself. Mustn't get it in her mouth. But Ann's lips were back on the head of his cock and he could see the white cream oozing out, right on those soft red lips. She licked the goo off her lips and went back for more. She licked all the come off his cock and then sucked it into her mouth.

The warmth, the excitement, the realization that she didn't mind the taste of his semen, relaxed him long enough to forget about holding back the ejaculation. He shot a squirt of warm liquid into the back of Ann's throat, realized what he had done and expected the worse. She sucked on his cock and swallowed. Although he didn't have any control of the following explosions, he stopped holding back and just let it blast into her sucking, swallowing, gulping mouth, watching as it oozed out the corners of her lips and down her chin. What a relief! he thought.

Tom noticed Jay make a move to take Ann's girlfriend, Carol, back to the mattresses. The couple Charles had invited, Frank and Joan, were also breaking from the circle.

"Would you please all wait until the ceremonies are over?" Tom called out. The two couples returned to their places in the circle.

Charles was panting from exhaustion and Ann was smiling with delight. Tom asked them to step down, which they did, taking their place back with the group.

"Frank, please step up to the platform," Tom announced, "Sister Lillian, would you please come forward?"

There was a little resistance from Frank, but Tom quickly put him in his place with a sharp look. On signal, Stella pushed the "sacrifice table" into the middle of the circle and Lil was disrobed and placed face down on it, her feet still on the floor. Next Frank's cape was taken and Stella's small hand wrapped around his stiff cock. She led him over to Lil, placing the head of his cock between the thin, flat buttocks that poised before him.

It was all very interesting to Stella, who wasn't quite sure what it was all about, or exactly what they were doing. She knew she liked what she saw; liked to have everyone feel her, especially between her legs, and she liked feeling them. But since she didn't have any friends, with Margaret as her only source of intimate information, she didn't know why they were doing it or what they were doing. The wine had made her a little tipsy and she decided to stay close to this action to see for herself, despite Tom's signal to move away.

The performance wasn't very interesting to the others though. Frank spread Lillian's legs and began to insert his cock. There was resistance. He pushed a little harder. Then Stella bent closer, spread Lillian's buttocks to see where he was sticking that "man thing". Tom looked over to see what Margaret had to say about all this, saw a glazed look in her eyes, her cape moving in that telltale way to indicate she was masturbating again.

The fact that he was fucking a virgin, with another inquisitive virgin sticking her nose practically in the middle of it, gave Frank the stimulus to go on. He backed up, giving Stella a chance to see where he was sticking it, then lunged forward, ripping his way into the depths of Lillian's cunt.