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.
Tom remained in the shadows for a while, viewing his masterpiece. The greatest show on earth, he told himself. Two people fucking! Then his eyes scanned the audience and he noticed unusual movements on some, as they watched Jay and Kay with hypnotic stares. Closer examination revealed what Margaret Leche was doing under her parted cape – probably what Hans and Gloria Schmidtline were doing too – masturbating! Do you believe it? Diddling themselves, when they could be fucking! He was pissed off.
Without saying a word, he marched over to Margaret and took off her cloak, then beckoned Hans with his finger and led them to the coffin. Margaret was positioned face down, so Hans wouldn't be turned off by her looks, her ass straight up for penetration. Hans didn't need coning; his cock ran up the dripping wet cunt so fast he lost his balance and fell on top of her. The weight crushed the coffin under them and Margaret gave out a breathless 'Ohhhh…' as they fell, and… 'WOW!' as they landed and she reached the best climax she'd ever known. Hans was coming when Tom turned to give directions to the others.
The couple Charles had invited was on the floor fucking between their black capes. Looked like a sandwich, Tom thought as he turned to consider Charles. Maybe later, he decided, spotting come all over Charles' cape, shoes and the floor.
Ed Cramer was taking Gloria into the shadows and Tom decided to get Cynthia now, while the getting was good. Besides, Ed's cousin, Ann, was doing her thing with the girl she had brought, and Stella was just watching everything with curiosity.
Cynthia didn't wait for Tom to get to her; she was on top of him before he knew what hit him and he found himself in a '69' position. Her wet mouth devoured his cock, while his mouth tried to get at her cunt, but she kept moving it away from his drooling lips. Then he got the picture; he spread the cheeks of her ass and sucked her tight little asshole.
'Ohhh… yehhhh,' she cooed. 'Make it tingle.'
'Just keep suckin'. I'll make it tingle.'
'Mmmmm…' she purred, filling her mouth with hot throbbing cock.
Tom curled his tongue into a point and shot it up the tight tunnel of her asshole with one fast, penetrating drive; at the other end he pumped her mouth full of sperm. Honey dripped from her cunt and trickled down his neck. As soon as the fragrance reached his nostrils he pulled back his tongue, moved her slightly and shot it into her pussy. Cynthia sucked now like someone drowning and squirmed all over his face, feeling his tongue ream the walls of oozing dew right up to her belly and into her brain.
As it turned out, only Charles didn't get laid. He dropped two loads watching though, and considered himself lucky, confident he'd make it the next time.
On the trip back to Ridgewood Tom settled into deep thought. Amateurs! Rank amateurs, that was what they were! Next week would be different… he'd see to that. No more Mr. Nice Guy!
CHAPTER FOUR
The success of the Halloween Party gave Tom, Charles, Jay and Ed a whole new lease on life. It gave them something to think about – day and night – making even their jobs seem less boring and their friendship closer. They felt revitalized, more energetic and bubbling over with enthusiasm. Now they had something to work for, something to do; instead of sitting in the dingy corner bar drinking beer and talking about what they should be doing – they were doing it.
All their spare time was spent in the store. They cleaned it, rearranged the furniture and continued to bring things that would make it more attractive or more effective. Tom filled the refrigerator with beer, so he could devote his time to the premises without constantly running out to quench his thirst – he didn't even mind when the others helped themselves to a bottle. When there was nothing to do they just sat around reminiscing about the party and throwing out ideas for future parties.
'Why can't we have a few meetings a week?' Jay asked. 'This waiting till Saturday night is driving me bananas.'
'We don't want to ruin a good thing,' Tom answered. 'We'll just take it slow for a while. See how it develops.
