Poker night to remember part2

David returns, just as Jordan has finished the next deal, and the conversation dies off as everyone looks at their cards. I take a long pull from the beer, and turn to look at DJ’s cards again.

As my head turns, he leans up and kisses me.

"Jesus," he says. "Your face is cold as hell - how cold is it out there?"

"Oh, it's freezing... I think it might go down below zero tonight. Here, feel my hands."

I reach over and take his hand so he can feel how frigid I am.

His other hand moves inside my dress and squeezes one breast, thumb rubbing hard against the nipple.

"No wonder your nipples are so hard," he says, smiling, keeping it light, just a tease.

"Very funny," I reply.

"No seriously, rock hard," he says, and pinches one.

I moan – the tiniest, quietest moan in the back of my throat. Not loud enough for anyone else to hear, but enough for DJ to catch it, and to understand what it means: I liked it.

I liked that you did that. I liked that you did it in front of your friends.

David pipes up, laughing: "Fuck, man, stop talking about her nipples dude. You're going to make us all look like 13-year old-boys at their first dance, hiding hard-ons under the god damn table."

I smile.

"Well, don't bother hiding them then," I say, quietly, shyly.

The table goes very still, the hand of poker frozen in mid-play.

"No hiding?" DJ says with a wink. "You first then."

He pushes the dress open a little wider, undoes the clasp between my breasts, pulling the bra away and to the sides, letting it hang on either side of my bare tits.

"See," he says to the other guys, his eyes pinned on mine. "Rock hard nipples."

And he takes one nipple between his fingers and pinches it again.

This time, my moan is a little louder, more obvious.

I know exactly what DJ is thinking: after years of hanging out with these buddies, making jokes about sexual fantasies, listening to them complain about their boring sex lives, he knows this moment is the sort of thing they’ve all imagined at least once.

There’s no turning back now. The door is open – they’ll either walk through it with him or freak out.

He dips his head down, and takes my other nipple between his lips, and sucks.

My head falls back, and though I'm focused on the sensation of my nipple in his mouth, his tongue sliding back and forth over it, his lips sucking it in, I am still aware enough of my surroundings to hear the other three shift, clear throats, move in their seats.

"John, don't you want to see how hard her nipples are?" DJ says, his lips still at my breast, his hand moving away from the other one to allow John to touch. "It's ok, isn't it baby?”

I look at John, my mouth open slightly from the sensation of DJ’s mouth on me, and nod, smiling a little. I pull the dress open wider, till the shoulders have slipped backwards, my arms still in the sleeves that are now bunched around my elbows.

On my next breath, my chest rises up, and John's hand moves out to connect, cupping his whole hand over my breast at first, gently squeezing.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh," I say, breathy, eyes closing now, loving the sensation of it all.

The other two are riveted, and in the split second that I open my eyes, I see DJ watching them closely. Will they spook? But they look totally engrossed; in fact, David has one hand under the table like he's probably rearranging himself to deal with the erection making his pants uncomfortable.

"Stand up, baby," DJ says quietly.

I do so immediately, like I’m hypnotized. No question now – I want this.

Just seeing the looks on their faces – total complete overwhelming lust – has me so aroused I can feel my pussy making my panties wet. He pushes me back gently towards the table till my butt hits the edge of the small card table, and says, “lay back.”

I do, with my rear end right at the edge of the table, my head hanging back just slightly off the other side. DJ takes my legs in his hands, and pushes them up, putting my feet on the table, too.

The movement makes my dress slide up my legs, pooling over my hips and abdomen. He pushes it up further, exposing black panties and bare legs. He tugs the top part down more, exposing my breasts completely, and letting me pull my arms from the sleeves.

The cards are under me, forgotten, some scattered to the floor. Laying back, eyes closed, I now have one person at every side – North, South, East, West – with DJ at the south between my legs.

I can feel myself quivering, on display, and realize I’ve never felt this aroused before.

"Tell me what you were going to do to me when you got to the bottom of the stairs. If you'd found me alone."

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

"Tell me," he says, firmly.

"I was going to... hope that you were sitting on the couch, and... get on my knees... and... I was... well... I was going to... you know..."

"No, baby, I don't know, tell me."

"I was going to... open your pants... and… umm..."

He starts playing with my nipple again, leaning over me to do it. I can feel his breath on my neck.

"Tell me, baby."

"I was going to get your pants open and suck your dick..."

"And?"

"And... lick you..."

"And?"

"And... then get on top of you..."

"And?"

"And ride you till I came."

"And?"

"And…"

"And then what? What next, baby?"

"And then..."

I’m breathing hard now, saying all this as these men listen so intently.

"Tell me."

"And then... ask you to fuck my ass, too.”

I hear one of the men curse under his breath. DJ smiles.

"Hmm. That would have been great. But I think I'll like this too."

And then he pulls my panties aside, and slides two fingers into me.

The suddenness of it, the thick dragging feel of his two fingers in my wet pussy, makes me lose control and I'm instantly moaning, hips curling, begging.

He slides his fingers in and out for a second, watching, eyes intent between my legs. I can feel myself wet, dripping now, as my pussy lips pull along his fingers each time they slide out.

I almost forget anyone else is there, his fingers hypnotizing me as they push in over and over again.

But then DJ speaks, and I remember we’re not, in fact, alone.

"Well boys, you heard her... she wanted a cock in her mouth, and one in her pussy, and one in her ass. I think we’ve got enough manpower here… for the job?”

He grins, and there’s a moment’s pause. But then, one by one, they each reach forward, touching the part of me that is closest to each of them. DJ’s fingers are still inside of me, and I’m wet enough that I can hear the noise of it every time he slides out.

"DJ," says John, suddenly serious. "Is this..."

"Trust me, it's more than ok. We've talked about doing this, exactly. You guys, doing this. With her."

My eyes are mostly closed, but I nod, giving my consent.

“Please…” I say, a quiet whisper.

John's eyebrows go up, and I hear David and Jordan groan almost simultaneously. One of them whispers, “Fucking hell.”

"Baby, open your mouth."

I do, and DJ nods towards me while smiling at John.

"Well?" says DJ.

John moves around the table, opening his pants. His cock is big, hard. He's stroking it slowly as he comes around. I open my eyes as I hear him come closer, then let my tongue slide out over my bottom lip, opening my mouth wider for him, smiling. My eyes go to his cock as it hovers over my face. Tentatively, he puts his tip to my lips and I instantly start licking, sucking, closing my mouth around his cock. He throws his head back, groans, and pushes further into my mouth, then pulling back again, starts a rhythm of small short thrusts.

The other two move their hands from where they were touching my body and unzip as well, their own cocks also hard and ready. DJ pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and leans over the table.

"Taste," he says, and I let John's cock pop out of my mouth, closing my lips around DJ’s fingers instead. "How do you taste, baby?" he asks.

I grin.

"Delicious, actually."

"Do you think you'll agree, David?" DJ asks, pointing towards my open legs.

David comes around the table, kneels down on the floor, and drops his head to my pussy, licking slow at first.

DJ puts his hands on one of my knees, pulling me open wider to get a better look, then steps aside to take off his pants and shirt, motioning to Jordan to do the same.

I close my eyes, lost to the feeling of David’s warm tongue on my cunt and and John’s cock in my mouth. DJ whispers my name and when I open my eyes, he nods at Jordan. I can’t turn my head with John’s cock in my mouth, but I move my eyes sideways to see Jordan standing next to the table. I move my hand to him, start to stroke him, loving the feeling of his soft silky skin in my hand.

I’m overwhelmed - the taste of John in my mouth, the feel of the others touching me, licking, my hands on them. Am I dreaming this?

I hear John start groaning, cursing – “fuck, fuck, fuck” – and I know he’s close to cumming. I reach up with my other hand and cup his balls, squeezing, gently and then he suddenly thrusts harder into my mouth. I’m trying to keep up with it, but a tiny bit of cum leaks out at the corner of my mouth as I swallow his load.

I see DJ watching. He rarely finishes in my mouth, preferring to be in my pussy when he cums, but I can tell he’s enjoying watching this.

As soon as John recovers, he turns his attention to my breasts again, leaning over me, sucking.

I’m so close to cumming, I start to beg.

“Fuck, fuck, please…” I moan out.

"Hold on, guys, hold on... get over on your tummy baby."

DJ helps me sit up, and then I turn around, bend over the table. Standing with my legs wide and my chest and cheek to the table top, I can feel my pussy wet from David’s tongue and from my own arousal.