“Deal,” he ground out, and we were on.
The cards flew, hand after hand, chips changing hands at lightning speed, the stakes ramping up exorbitantly, but that’s how pro players roll. It’s fast, we’ve seen every hand thousands of times and make split-second decisions, gambling thousands at a time, our eyes sharp, the risk immense. But I was losing my concentration because Tina was grinding against me, her lush behind rolling against my dick and I tried keeping her in check, placing one hand firmly on a swaying hip as the other grasped my cards.
“Fuck, little girl,” I whispered in her ear, “stop that, would you? I’m trying to play cards here.”
But the brunette just giggled and wiggled more, my cockpole firmly pressed between her ass cheeks now, the only thing separating us her panties and the fabric of my jeans. I could feel the flesh rolling against my rod, the lushness, the fleshy orbs massaging me, distracting me from the most important game of my life.
“Stop!” I hissed in her ear again, clamping my hand down on her thigh. “There’s a thousand on the table, I need to concentrate.”
But Tina giggled again, ignoring me and suddenly I felt a wet gush against my leg. Holy cow, her pussy must have been leaking gallons if there was enough cream to soak through denim. My cock jerked involuntarily, causing the brunette to titter again, covering her mouth with her hand.
“What the fuck?” ground out Kristian, looking at us hard. “You playing or what?”
And I paused a moment before answering.
“Yeah, all in,” I said, slapping down my cards and putting both fists on the girl’s waist to keep her in place. My bro merely shot me a quick glance before turning away – the stakes were high and we couldn’t afford to lose.
But Tina by now had managed to reach behind herself, stealthily pulling down the zip to my jeans, my dong popping out and hitting her rear end before she edged back, covering it with her butt cheeks. And I felt her touch me then, her pussy lips glued to each side of my dick, lubing me with her copious nectar.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as she began moving, ever so slightly. Because the little girl was giving me the camel toe under the table, running that sweet pussy up and down my shaft as I played my hand, her pussy lips parted horizontally around my shaft, sucking on my dick, gliding it along it lengthwise as I tried to focus. Of course, that was impossible and I was almost panting now, eyes at half mast, unable to do anything but focus on the sensations in my groin, the little girl’s dance on my hot rod.
But before I could come, Kristian let out a low growl.
“How about you come and sit in my lap for a while?” he asked casually, too casually. “Pot’s up to two thousand,” he remarked, tossing in a couple more chips.
And I almost gasped when that hot pussy departed, the cold air rushing over my dong like a punch to the face. Tina, meanwhile, daintily got up and shook out her skirt before walking around the table and depositing herself in Kristian’s lap.
“Oooh, good play!” she squealed, giggling. “Here’s a kiss for good luck,” turning her head to meet Kristian’s lips but something must have happened under the table because she gasped suddenly, her eyes flying open, breasts heaving.
And I knew, just knew what must have happened. Sure enough, a glance below the table revealed that Kristian had pulled her panties to the side, revealing those sweet, bare cunt lips, glossy with need, and he’d stuck a big finger inside, the little kitty pulling him in tight, the dew already starting to drip off his wrist.
“Ohhh,” Tina murmured, grinding down with her hips, bearing down hard, sucking the big digit in to the base. “Oohhh!”
And Kristian just grinned while jamming his fingers up even higher before starting a sweet slide.
“Shh, keep it down,” he hushed, “we’re playing cards here.”
But the finger fucking continued for a precious minute or two as we dealt a new game, even though it was completely obvious now that Tina and Kristian were having some manual sex on the downlow. With a grunt, Karl interrupted.
“My turn,” was all he said. Did he mean it was his turn to deal or his turn to have Tina sit in his lap? Evidently both. The girl stood up again, not even pulling down her skirt, Kristian’s fingers popping out with a slight squelch and stretched a bit.
“Oh I’d love to come over,” she purred, “but it’s getting hot, isn’t it? Let me take this off,” she wiggled, and the top of her dress came sliding down, her bra coming right after. “There we go,” she said slyly, giving us coy looks. “My girls were getting lonely.”
And my twin was practically slavering now, his dick weeping, looking at those creamy jugs, ready to ream.
“Come here,” he ground out, and Tina pranced over flirtatiously, this time sitting in his lap facing him. Of course, my bro had already whipped out his dong, stroking it as the girl disrobed, his massive hand massaging pre-cum over and all around his pole, getting it ready to do some damage. And Tina caught it between her boobs as she sat, pressing her orbs tight around the long, fleshy club.
And rub they did. The brunette held a breast in each hand, pushing them together to form a valley and my twin began running his pole up and down through that sweet space, getting the friction going, those creamy mounds chasing him to heaven. His grunts were low and throaty, moans of arousal joining the girl’s breathy sighs, the brunette’s head dipping to lick the tip of his glans on each upswing, swiping a drip or two of cum on each stroke.
“Mmm,” she moaned, spreading her legs wide as he tit-fucked her, “mmm, tastes good.”
But right when he was about to come, the veins in his dick pulsing, his ball sacs high and tight, Karl stopped.
“I wanna come in your pussy,” he growled. “It’s been too long.”
And the girl giggled and hopped off, thighs wet with moisture, big boobs bouncing enchantingly.
“I guess the card game is over?” she asked pertly, nodding to the table.