I T Ch 05

I pushed against Maryann's naked bottom, causing her to slide forward. "On your knees, Angel. Pop that boner out, Roger, and give my little Angel slut her reward."

"Her reward?" he laughed, as he slid his chair back. Maryann dropped to her knees and crawled the two feet to him. Sitting back on her haunches, she looked expectantly at Roger, who moments later dropped his zipper and fished out his cock. That apparently wasn't good enough for Maryann as she instead reached for his belt and pants, opened them and as he raised his butt off the chair, pulled them to his knees.

Gripping his cock with her hand, she bent it forward and at first just stuck her tongue out, swiping up and across the shaft and head before slipping it between her lips. "Oh my God!" Roger groaned, "Suck that bitch!"

Gary, seated beside them, reached down with one hand and cupped one of Maryann's tits, pinching her nipple, before reaching back to his own belt and zipper, saying "Oh I gotta get me some of this."

"Uh! Uh!" I said, getting his attention and shaking my head 'No'. "Just wait. You'll get your turn." He looked puzzled but pulled back.

"Oh My God," Roger said, his hands coming down to stroke Maryann's hair, "Where have you been all my life? Such a good little cock sucker you are." His hand, which had been stroking, now gripped her hair and forced her harder, forced his cock deeper into her mouth. "Oh fuck! Goddamn, Barry! You've been holding out on us." Suddenly Roger shifted, pushing forward in the chair, and stood, bending Maryann slightly backward, at least until she herself slid backward to get a bit more space. Gripping her hair once again, Roger now pulled Maryann onto his cock and began face fucking her. Maryann gagged each time his cock hit the back of her throat but made no effort to stop him pummeling her face. "Oh My God! You ready for this, you little slut? Oh... Oh.... Here it... Ungh!" he groaned as his hips shoved forward. That he was spewing his cum into her throat, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward with each spurt, was readily apparent to the rest of us.

Maryann never took him from her mouth. Whether Roger'd sent his seed cleanly into her throat or into her mouth wasn't visible as she now slipped back until just the head of his cock was again in her mouth. Roger grimaced from the intensity of the touch of just her lips and tongue on his cockhead. "Wow!" Roger said, pulling back and reaching down for his pants. "Damn! I think I like playing poker where there's a consolation prize. You are one fine little cocksucker."

"What do you say my little slut?" I spoke to Maryann when she didn't say anything.

She looked at me, and I nodded to Roger. "He just told you that you're a fine little cocksucker..."

"Thank you, Sir."

Roger finished pulling his pants back up and acted like he was about to sit back down.

"Hey, Roger."

"Yeah?" he answered quizzically.

"Don't sit down, my little Angel will show you to the door."

"You're serious?" He acted as if I hadn't said it before.

"You're holding the rest of us up from our consolation prizes."

~

Gary and Mike appeared to be the next two that would be going out. I'd been holding my own, although Gary was the bigger winner, of those two, so far. When Gary got a good hand and bet his pot, calling all in, it was obvious that one of them was likely going down when Mike called. Unexpectedly, Marty, who hadn't really shown much until then, not only called but raised enough to cover the rest of Gary's stash, too. Gary stopped and really thought about it before calling. He sat there playing with his stack of chips, ostensibly calculating the odds, but he was just putting off the inevitable. I knew he had to go for it: if he folded he lost everything he'd already bet and barely had enough left to cover a blind, so it was virtually an all-or-nothing bet. As it turned out, Marty wasn't bluffing, but neither were the other two. Still, Marty's four 3s beat the two full-boats, and Mike and Gary both went out on the same hand.

"You fucker!" Gary complained, "You did that on purpose."

"Sho enough!" Marty laughed, pulling in the chips from the table and sorting. "You wouldn't have done any different."

"Whip 'em out boys! My little slut loves to suck cock."

"Fuck Barry! What's my wife going to say if I come home smelling like pussy?"

"No worries about that, Mike, you're not going to fuck her. She's just going to suck you off. How long has it been since anybody but Suzie's been in your pants and had your cock in their mouth anyway?"

Gary didn't say anything, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was comparing this evening's entertainment to when Marty had set us all up to gang-bang his sister. Gary dropped his pants and sat back on the edge of his seat; Maryann again dropped to her knees and crawled in front of him.

"Go ahead," I said to Mike, "whip it out or go without."

"Fuck, both of us at the same time?" he hadn't yet moved although Maryann already had Gary's prick in her mouth.

"No different than when you and Gary double-teamed Monica Hudson, or we all did Marty's sister."

"You knew about Monica?" He did a double take, glancing up at Marty about the reference to his sister.

"We

all

knew about Monica," I laughed. "My God she was a noisy one. And let's not forget BJ," I added. BJ was the nickname we had for Karen, a mousy little thing that loved to suck cock. She never did it in public, but we all knew that she'd sucked every one of us in the frat house, many of us on the same day or night. As far as I know, she wouldn't fuck anyone -- but she did love to suck cock. She had cute little titties, small enough that she never wore a bra, and always took her shirt off when she was blowing you, so you wouldn't get cum on her shirt but would never take her pants off. You could play with her tits all you wanted and loved for you to slip your hand in her pants and finger her off but, as far as I know, she technically could have been a virgin. Come home from a date with a new girl who wouldn't put out? BJ was almost always hanging around and willing to go to your room and take the edge off.

"Fuck me," Mike said, gripping his belt and began opening his pants. Seconds later he dropped them, his already hard erection popping free. Reaching down he gripped Maryann's hand to raise it to his cock, but she was already reaching. Pulling Mike towards her, she urged Gary to stand back up and moved both cocks in front of her so she could work them both at the same time. A hand on one cock, sucking the other; swapping and taking the other in her mouth while now stroking the first. When she reached up two-handed and gripped both cocks, moving them closer to each other, eventually she got them both to shove their dicks in her mouth momentarily at the same time, although that didn't last long as she obviously couldn't put as much attention on getting them off as she, or they, wanted.

Gary was the first to blast off. With an "Oh Fuck!" he reached down and gripped Maryann's head, holding her on his cock head while his hips thrust forward. When his convulsions stopped, she looked up into his face and opened her mouth, showing her mouthful of jism -- and then turned back to Mike.

Pulling Mike's cock into her already jism filled mouth she, apparently, swallowed Gary's cum and Mike's cock at the same time. Now concentrating just on Mike, she rapidly got him to the edge -- and then with a groan he pulled back, coming out of Maryann's mouth, his cock erupting with three spurts of cum onto her face. Maryann's face raised, trying to keep his spurts out of her eyes, and ended up with cum on her nose and cheeks. She managed to keep it out of her eyes and after he quit spurting his man juice, reopened her eyes. With cum all over her face she pulled Mike's cock back to her mouth and sucked him back in, suctioning the last of his cum from his cock.

Reaching down with his hand, Mike took his fingers and wiped a glob of cum from Maryann's nose. She pulled away from his cock and he pushed his finger into her mouth where she readily sucked it clean.

"Oh my God, you are one fine little slut, Angel!" Mike said, pulling his pants up as he did. "I might have to start spending more time here at Barry's if you're going to be around."

"Don't worry about that, special occasions only," I answered. "Angel, clean your face, you've still got cum on your cheek." She reached up and found it with her finger, wiping it off and slipping it into her mouth. "Better," I said and then turning to Mike and Gary said, "OK guys -- see you next time."

"Shit Barry, what the fuck am I going to tell my wife?"

"I don't know, Mike," Gary laughed, "maybe you should tell her to practice her cock-sucking so you can host next time?" I knew that Gary secretly lusted after Mike's wife -- he'd commented many times in the past about 'what a catch' she was.

"Oh yeah, as if. No way your dick is ever getting anywhere near my wife." Mike's response was both good-natured and truthful. We may have been pretty wild together when we were in college, but Mikey's wife had pretty much put an end to his wild days.

"Well at least you're not going home with your cock tasting like pussy," Marty chimed in.

Gary and Mike finished their drinks and headed to the door, the poker game momentarily having come to an end. "Or tasting like ass," I said after they'd stepped outside.

"What?" Marty said. I wasn't sure whether he was pretending to not understand the reference or wanted to ignore it.

"How's your sister? Still tapping her ass?"

"Fuck you, asshole."

"You are, aren't you! Does her husband know?" That his sister had gotten married, and now had two kids, I knew from the pictures on his wall, although living out of state -- I hadn't seen her since the night he'd set us up to fulfill her decadent desire of a gangbang. His head shook no in answer, but I didn't believe him. "How do you manage that anyway? Does

your

wife know?" I pressed.

"You never told the other guys, did you?"

It was my turn to shake my head no. "Nope, didn't make any difference to me. She's your sister, she was just pussy to us. So what do you do? Family get-togethers, just tell your wife to give you and your sister some privacy so you can tap her ass?"

"Fuck you," he said. "Deal the fucking cards so I can get my consolation prize and head for home. Angel, can you bring me another beer?" Wordlessly she rose and departed to the kitchen.

"Hold-em?" I asked, shuffling, confirming we were still playing that.

"How about Acey-Deucy?"

"What rules?" I'd played multiple times, but the rules weren't always the same.

"Two cards dealt to me. I decide whether the next card will be between them or outside of them. If the first card's an ace -- I get to say whether it will be high or low, if the second card is an ace it's always high. Bet made after the deal. Hit an end card where it's neither between or outside and the bet is automatically doubled and lost. You deal to me, and then I deal to you."

"Got it," I said, and dealt the cards.

The first card up was a trey, the second was a five, and he called "outside, $20". I flipped a 9, and passed him $20. I passed him the cards and he dealt to me.

We went back and forth, probably 20 hands. We both won some and lost some, and then the cards were back in his hands. He dealt an ace -- and waited for me to define. "Low", I chose -- and he immediately flipped the next card -- also an ace. Ace high and Ace low, how could I lose? "All in," I said, knowing his stash was much larger than mine and I was about to double mine.

At least I thought so -- right up until he flipped the third card and it was also an ace.

My eyes popped open, as did his -- the only way that I

could

have lost, the one in chance in just over 5,000 -- happening. Suddenly he was the ultimate winner.

"So you get a consolation blow job?" He asked, and although it hadn't been mentioned all night long, only then did it occur to him that if the losers got a blowjob, the winner might actually be the loser in the sexual favors department. "What does the winner get?"

Turning to Maryann I reached out my hand, and when she rose and took it I pulled her to me. She thought I was going to pull her into my lap, but instead, I stopped her in front of me, turned her around, and gripped the string of her thong, all that she'd been wearing for two hours except for her "come-fuck-me" heels. I pulled it down, slowly exposing her pussy to Marty. She lifted her feet one at a time, allowing me to pull it off, now standing nude between us.

"You get to fuck her pussy... or pretend she's your sister and take her ass."

"Fuck you man!" He said, wide-eyed at both the first time I'd ever mentioned him fucking his sister to anyone else and seeing Maryann's naked pussy. "So I get to fuck her ass and you get left out?"

"Oh hell no," I said, fondeling Maryann's thong, realizing that it was practically soaking. That she'd been aroused, perhaps even more than my guys had been, was obvious. I raised them to my nose, smelling her arousal before saying "Here," and tossing them to Marty. "Hey Angel, your panties are soaked. Do you think you're ready for a good fucking?"

"Oh my God, Sir. I've been ready almost from the start."

"I know you have been..." I stopped and glanced over at Marty. "But you know what Marty is famous for?"

She shook her head no. "No Sir."

"Yeah, you wouldn't." I tossed Maryann's soaking thong to Marty. "In college, he was famous for eating pussy. He

loved

to lick pussy. Fucker would go around at parties and whisper into girls' ears that he'd love to eat their pussy, and damned if he wouldn't disappear during a party multiple times." I stopped, a thought suddenly crossing my mind, and I couldn't believe how it had never happened before. Suddenly it all came together in my mind: that he'd been fucking his sister's ass even before college, and that he was already a veteran clit licker when he was there with us. "God Damn, Marty, you learned to eat pussy on your sister, too, didn't you?" He didn't say anything -- he didn't have to. I could read it on his face. "Damn buddy, you better give our little slut a treat before you bone her. She's been a good little cock-sucker all night and we haven't let her have a single orgasm yet."

"Come on, Angel, up here," I said, indicating the poker table, "on your back and spread 'em. Marty's going to give you a treat." I took her hand and guided her to the table, letting her catch a chair with one foot, slipping her bottom onto the edge and then I pushed her back. "I can't believe I never thought of this before, Angel. Marty set us up for a gangbang, with his sister, and I've had a secret on him ever since. She came onto us at a poker party and Marty disappeared, pretending to be mad at us. She fucked us all -- my god was she a horny little bitch -- and then we left. I left my wallet, but then remembered and went back to get it. I heard them going at it and then saw him boning his sister in the ass. Fucker had been boning his sister for years. She wouldn't let you fuck her pussy though, would she? She'd only let you eat her." I paused. "Isn't that right Marty?" He didn't have to answer, again I could read it in his body language. "What was it first Marty? Fucking her ass or eating her pussy?" I only had to think about it for a moment and I came up with the answer. "You were eating her pussy and she loved it, but she wouldn't let you fuck her, right? And then you made her let you fuck her in the ass. That's why you couldn't wait to move home that year -- to be near your side piece

all

the time."

I ran my hand down Maryann's naked body after I pushed her onto her back. I pinched her nipple momentarily, before continuing over her stomach, and down to her pussy. I rubbed against her clit and slipped a finger into her vagina. "Oh My God, is she wet! Marty, you better get over here and eat this pussy or I'm going to." I stepped back and Marty moved forward and did indeed start with eating the pussy that was virtually begging to be fucked. I watched as I began to take my clothes off. I realized what I needed to do and retreated momentarily to my bedroom and retrieved a tube of lubricant.

Returning, I watched Maryann as she enjoyed the pleasures of Marty's tongue, her body writhing, her hips rising to push her pussy into his face -- gauging correctly that she was on the verge of an orgasm before I said something. "You're not going to cum without permission, are you my little slut?"

She didn't answer, and I said, "Marty, knock it off. My little slut hasn't asked for permission to cum yet." He didn't immediately pull away, and it took a second for Maryann's mind to clear enough to realize what I'd said.

"Oh God, don't do that! Please Sir, may I cum?"

"Hmm, well, since you asked nicely, I suppose we can allow that. Go ahead Marty, finish her off." Marty had completely ignored me, it was all in Maryann's mind that I'd tormented her -- and now, just seconds later, her body did indeed convulse in orgasm.

I moved closer to the poker table and reached over to her body, palming her breast. "What do you think, Marty? Hasn't she got the cutest titties?" Neither of them said anything, and I let my hand run down Maryann's arm, taking her hand and pulling. She looked over at me, and I said, "Let's move over to the couch so we can both fuck you at the same time." Until then I hadn't said anything to either of them to indicate that I was planning on double-teaming her.

Maryann didn't move initially, still recovering from her orgasm, but a second later she responded to my pull and began to slip out from around Marty's head and sit up. Marty moved aside, and said, "It was her idea."

It took me a second. I realized I had no idea what he was talking about. "What was whose idea?"

"She said I could never fuck her pussy but I could have her ass. I don't think she ever let anyone but me or her husband fuck her ass." I realized he'd gone back to respond to my previous question about him and his sister.

"So, do you want her ass or her pussy? I knew what his answer would be, although I'd tried anal before, I never saw the point in doing a poop chute when a cock sleeve was so readily available. "How do you want her?" I asked as we stepped up to the couch. "Doggie?"

"Absolutely! You know how I love a pretty ass, and she does have a gorgeous ass, doesn't she?"

"That she does." I sat on the couch and leaned back, my cock and ass at the edge. I pulled Maryann forward, gradually straddling my legs. I reached up with one hand to finger her, slipping a finger into her pussy, and finding her dripping wet. "There's a bottle of lube on the poker table," I said to Marty, knowing he hadn't been paying attention to anything except the pussy that I was now fingering. "Here you go," I said to Maryann, gripping my cock and holding it upright, pointing toward her. "Slide up onto me here."

Looking down at our crotches, Maryann did as I said, sliding forward and lowering herself onto my erection. "Oh my God, my little slut... you're so wet. Does that feel good? Finally having my cock inside you?"

"Oh Yes Sir!" she answered, rising and falling on me again. Marty had immediately turned and grabbed the lube and now stepped up behind Maryann, his hand reaching to her side. I gripped Maryann's hips, holding her down, and then slipped them up to her shoulders to pull her upper body to me and in doing so tilted her ass backward just a bit. Maryann's eyes got wide as Marty dribbled lube around her butt hole, and she started a bit -- her eyes widened and her body tensed -- and I suspected he'd forced a finger into her ass but I couldn't see.

"Just relax my little slut. You don't want to deny him his reward now, do you?"