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.
'Ooww!' Lillian cried one minute, followed by 'Mmmmm…' the next.
It confused Stella. She didn't know if the girl liked it or didn't like it; whether it hurt or felt good. But she was satisfied that she at least knew what they were doing to each other. However, she decided she'd just be satisfied with being felt by everyone, or feeling them, and let it go at that.
Frank's performance was poor and it dragged out too long. But Tom had accomplished one thing – he got Lil fucked. That was a big accomplishment, he figured. He looked over the faces of the audience and could see they were getting anxious to do their own thing. His eyes picked up a reddish glow that seemed to be moving in a ghost-like waving motion on the wall. He took off his gasses and cleaned them on a piece of his cape. When he put the glasses back on the glow was gone.
The couple on the table were dripping wit perspiration, still humping with the same dull tempo. Tom beckoned Kay to the center, removed her cape and made her kneel behind Frank. She obeyed. Then Tom pushed her nose in the crack of Frank's ass, spurring Frank on to a faster tempo. Realizing the only way to get on with the show was to help Frank reach a climax, Kay began to kiss his ass. The heat, the sweat, the smell of male and female sex glands juicing together, gave Kay a sense of abandon. She stuck her tongue in Frank's ass. The sensation sent the come shooting into the depths of Lillian, with 'Ohhhh… mmmmm…' sounds from Frank, and 'MORE!' from Lillian.
Tom saw the red spot on the wall again, but when he started to move in its direction it disappeared. He was puzzled. It just seemed to hang there, waving and dancing in the weirdest manner, giving him a chill. Could it be… no, that was ridiculous, he said to himself.
The services were over and everyone moved to the mattresses, pairing off to enjoy sex in their own fashion. Watching the staged sex scenes brought everyone to the peak of desire. Participating in the ceremony had its own reward too: the thrill of knowing everyone was watching, whether you like that idea or not; the fact that you never knew what Tom was going to make you do – or have done to you, and the relief when it was over and the performance pleased the audience. Usually the participants found themselves more excited after the performance, which sent them after a second and third partner for more.
Tom came to the realization that he was always going to be the one to get the leftovers, since the couples paired off while he was 'working'. He had planned on getting Gloria Schmidtline tonight, but she was already in the corner with Ed. A quick glance around the room indicated a choice of Margaret Leche or Lillian. He was unimpressed.
Then he spotted Ann's ass sticking up as she knelt between Kay's girlfriend's legs devouring the girl's cunt. He quickly mounted her dog-fashion, driving his stiff cock into the warmth of her drooling cunt. Ann responded with gyrations, but never took her mouth off Edna's sex-box; her tongue was too engrossed in collecting honey from the walls of the velvet cave to stop, but it was a welcome surprise to have her own cunt plugged with Tom's plunging, pumping cock. It sparked her on to a frenzied attack between Edna's legs when Tom also reached down and milked her aching tits.
Tom hadn't felt particularly 'sexy' when he chose Ann as the target to shoot his load into. But now his mind had been cleared of the nagging thoughts of the opening services and that mysterious spot on the wall, bringing him to the single subject at hand, which took possession of his mind. His cock made long, deep plunges into Ann's warm, moist insides, while he stared into Edna's face, with its delirious expression of gratification. With each thrust of his cock, he saw Edna's expression contort with delicious agony, just as though he were ramming his rod into her body, but in fact, his deep penetrations into Ann were sending her tongue deeper into Edna.
Finally Ann went into a frenzied orgasm and Tom pushed hard with his cock, holding her steady with a strong grip on her tits. Edna grabbed Ann's hair, holding Ann's head between her legs as she went into her own climax, with Tom shooting his semen at the same time into Ann.
It was almost one o'clock when the orgy ended. Most of the members dressed, said their farewells to the ones who weren't in a hurry to leave and left. Margaret Leche had fallen asleep on one of the mattresses from a slight overindulgence of wine, two self-imposed orgasms and one with Lillian. Stella was cleaning up; Jay, Cynthia and Tom were sitting together on a mattress talking.
'Would you bring me a beer, Stella?' Tom asked.
'Me too?' from Jay and Cynthia.
'You should have sacrifices at the mass,' Cynthia was saying. 'You know… someone is strapped to the table and everyone does something to that person.'
'I've been thinking about it,' Tom admitted, surprised to hear this suggestion coming from one of the girls. There were all kinds of things he wanted to do, but was afraid to try for fear of having a revolt.
'Nothing really brutal,' Cynthia said, realizing that Tom's reputation might be true and he'd want to inflict pain on the subjects. 'Just sort of symbolic sacrifices… like tying Lillian down and having all the guys bang her.'
'Who's suppose to suffer?' Jay asked. And they all laughed at the truth of his remark.
Stella returned with the beers, got herself a glass of wine and joined them on the mattress.
'There's all kinds of fun things we could do,' Cynthia continued, squirming a little at the having. 'Like tying someone's hands behind his back, kneeling on the floor and make him kiss everyone's ass.'
'Sounds great. Next week you can serve mass with me and we'll pull off a few sacrifices.'
'Mmmmm… even make the person stick his tongue in our assholes…' She was getting all hot with the prospects. 'Let's show him, Jay.'
'I'm exhausted,' Jay objected. But Cynthia was already up and pulling her brother over. When he refused to take the kneeling position she just pushed him on his back and straddled his face.
Tom smiled, watching the gazed look in her eyes as she lowered her ass on Jay's mouth. 'Whatever turns you on,' Tom said under his breath.
'Feel me up,' Stella whispered in Tom's ear.
'If your sister caught us she'd castrate me,' he whispered back.
