“Oh, Come on you little slut! You know you want my nice big cock in your ass!”
“I said, No! Nobody gets my ass.”
“You don’t mean that,” Rick said, pushing me to get me to move away and reaching down to lift her leg out of the way.
I grabbed his arm. “She said no.” Rick looked over at me, and for a moment I thought he was going to push me away, and then he dropped her leg and the moment was over.
Gradually after we all came, the gangbang came to an end. I know I came twice, once fucking Mary, doggie, another time in her mouth, while she was on her back, where she spit my cum onto her chest along with the remnants of several other orgasms. I didn’t realize she hadn’t swallowed, at least some of them, not having paid attention to my frat brother’s orgasms, until then. I suspect we each came at least twice, although I really didn’t know, but as we all came down from our frenzied lust — we all knew that the gangbang was over.
Gary was the first, he just went back to the poker table, pulled his pants and shirt on — and left. No goodbye, nothing. Not worried about collecting his poker winnings — just the door pulling shut and he was gone. Ricky and Mike awkwardly sidled that way moments later, eventually leaving just Roger and me. My lust was gone, and I could tell that Roger’s was too. “Hey, do you want to go clean up?” I said to Mary.
She glanced over toward the door where Mike and Ricky were just leaving. “Not yet.”
“Are you ok?” I asked, suddenly feeling guilty for the five of us banging Marty’s sister. I glanced around, but no Marty to be seen — he had bailed and left his frat brothers to have at his sister.
She at first showed no emotion and then with a smile said, “Oh my God — that was everything I expected and the most fun I’ve ever had. I want ten of you next time.”
“Come on, Bro — let’s go before Marty comes back.”
I glanced at Roger, and then back to Mary, to find her lying with her legs spread, one finger diddling her clit, evidence of our mutual debauchery spread through her pubic hair, and her other fingers wiping cum from her chest onto her nipples. “Thank you.”
I was a bit startled. She was thanking us?
Everything about this gangbang had felt… funny. Not that it hadn’t happened, not that we — the five of us — hadn’t enjoyed ourselves, or that Mary hadn’t enjoyed herself, just that something about it didn’t seem right. I turned, pulled my clothes on, and headed for the door.
“Fuck man! Can you believe that? She was one hot little fucker, wasn’t she?” Roger said as we stepped out to our cars on the street. “Can you believe she’s Marty’s sister? I can’t believe he left her with all of us there.”
“Fuck. I gotta go home.” I said, neither acknowledging his statements nor agreeing with them.
I was nearly back to my apartment when it dawned on me. Reaching for my hip, I suddenly had that awful feeling of being naked in public when I realized I’d left my wallet at the house. I’d pulled out my $20 for the poker buy-in, and then set my wallet with my hat on the counter so it wasn’t bunched in my pocket the whole time. I thought about calling Marty but realized I really didn’t want to face him that way just yet — not on the phone. I pulled over to the side of the road and thought about it, realizing after just a short time there was no way I could get by without my wallet until Monday. I turned around and drove back.
Nothing appeared to be any different than when I’d left 15 minutes before. The lights were still on, and I debated whether to knock, or ring the bell, but decided I could probably slip in, grab my wallet, and leave again — and neither Marty nor his sister would be wiser. If either stepped out and caught me, I had a legitimate excuse — just grabbing my wallet. I tried the doorknob — and as expected, it was still unlocked.
Easing the door open, and not really wanting to face Mary or Marty at the moment, I quietly stepped inside. Through the entryway and over to the counter, my wallet was exactly where I’d set it. I picked it up and went to slide it into my pocket when I heard a moan from Mary. I knew it was her moan — I’d heard multiple moans just like it over the last hour or so while she’d fucked the five of us.
I stopped and listened. Had one of my other frat brothers returned? What was going on to cause Mary to moan? Another moan and this time I heard Marty. “Was it as hot as you thought it would be?”
“Every bit. I wish there’d been ten of them, I’d have done them all. Did you like watching?”
“You know I always like watching.”
“I know. Rick wanted to fuck my ass.”
“I heard, but you said no.”
“Nobody gets my ass but my darling brother.”
“Mmm. You know I’ve always loved fucking your ass, too.” She moaned again. “What was the best part?”
“That you set it up for me. You know I’ve always dreamed of that. Cocks in my pussy and mouth and hands. I wish you’d have come out and fucked my ass at the same time. Play with my clit. Oh yeah, just like that. Next time you’ve gotta join, I want a DP.” The “play with my clit” I recognized as a plea to her brother, and instruction, of what she wanted him to do.
I’d gradually crept toward the hall, where I could hear their voices coming from, as I’d been listening. Now at the hallway door, I cautiously leaned my head around — to find that I had a clear view into one of their bedrooms. I wasn’t sure if it was hers or Marty’s bedroom, but Mary was on the bed on her hands and knees, with her brother, Marty, standing behind her and fucking her in the ass, both of them facing away from me. A bottle of lubricant was on the floor beside the bed — they had both known this was going to happen. As I watched, his arm went around her hip to search out her clit as she instructed and, soon enough, she was writhing in orgasm once again, pounding her ass back into her brother’s cock as much as he was pounding forward into her ass. Even if I hadn’t seen it, the sound of their flesh slapping together confirmed what was happening.
I inched my way back out, turned, and left, quietly closing the front door and heading for home. My thoughts were much clearer now. What brother would leave his perverted friends with his little sister, especially when she was coming on to them? The setup was now obvious, that Marty had set up his sister as a willing participant in a gangbang that seemingly she’d asked for. The supposed complaint of her taking her top off I realize now in retrospect had a slightly hollow ring to it. Her telling him to not turn the porn off, again — not quite ringing true. Listening, watching — I realized that what had seemed unexplained to me earlier was now explained. Marty had set up his little sister with a gangbang using his frat brothers.
And, Marty was in an incestuous relationship with her at the same time. I couldn’t help but wonder if his moving back home had more to do with being able to slide his cock in his sister’s ass regularly than to save money.
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The pink form-fitting tank top did nothing to hide Maryann’s erect nipples or the chain jewelry attached to them. The chains draping together and extending up to the delicate loop around her neck were quite obvious. The pink of the top wasn’t quite completely opaque, I knew if it got wet it would become almost transparent — but as it was it was just a faint hint of the color of her areolas accented the hard buttons of her nipples. I knew they were hard as I’d fondled and tweaked them several times over the last few minutes while we were waiting. I’d had her sitting in my lap and had pulled her shirt back down when Ricky had knocked on the door.
Sitting at the poker table and watching as I was, for the first time I saw Maryann’s backside from far enough away to see the outline of her thong underwear against the skirt she had on. Although I knew that she would know none of our participants tonight, I’d relented and let her wear the eye mask she’d brought along as she’d been very nervous that someone might recognize her which could make her life miserable. Her explanation when she put it on was that she had, a few times in the past when she’d been a submissive, run into people in public that she’d met otherwise in private and the mask helped prevent having to explain to others how she might know someone.
“Come on in,” I said to Rick, picking up the cards and shuffling again. “It’s been a while since I had a hostess for us.”
“Roger and Gary are right behind me; I saw them walking up.”
“Great, right on time,” I answered. Rick headed over toward the poker table after flipping his coat onto the coat tree.
“Hey, where’s the bar?” he asked, turning toward the wet bar that normally had the alcohol set out, but this time was empty.
“Don’t worry about it, just take a seat. What are you drinking? She’ll bring it out shortly,” I answered just as Roger and Gary entered when Maryann answered, with similar eye-opening responses upon seeing Maryann. No sooner had the door swung shut than she opened it again with Marty and Mike the last to arrive.
“Thanks, babe,” I said as Maryann delivered the last drink. Having started my own beer quite some time before she delivered the drinks to the other players, I had nearly emptied mine.
“So, Barry… you going to introduce us to your friend?” Mike asked, nodding his head at Maryann.
“This is Angel,” I said, using the name that Maryann had chosen when I’d asked, simultaneously dealing the first hand of cards, “although that’s a bit of a misnomer as she’s quite the little devil.” The guys all greeted her, and Maryann greeted them in return. She’d barely sat down on the spinning office stool, that I’d brought out for her to relax on, that I had sitting adjacent to me, when I tilted my beer up and emptied it. “Hey babe, can you get me another?”
Without hesitation she did as I’d asked, returning from the kitchen moments later with a cold one. “Thanks, Angel,” I said, taking it from her with one hand while leaning back just enough to slip a hand under her skirt and onto her bottom to squeeze her bum, fondling her in front of my playing partners. The foray of my hand wasn’t lost on them, five sets of eyes watching my hand slipping under her skirt and stroking her bottom.
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