1 comments/ 74836 views/ 8 favorites Strip Black Jack Ch. 01 By: saber6 Chapter 1 – The First Good Hand Written by Saber6, Inspired by Angeleyes Dedicated to all of us who are beyond the prime of our lives, but are still enjoying the prime of life – whose bodies are no longer perfect or even beautiful anymore on the outside, but still possess the spirit and passion of lust on the inside. Enjoy! Angel and Bill had been seeing each other for a number of years. Both were married, although not to each other. They had met through one of those on-line match-up sites, both advertising a need to fulfill some needs they weren't getting at home. Angel had the permission; no, enthusiastic support of her husband; while Bill did it on the sly. Both were in their fifties at that time and hit it off, right from the start. The sex was fantastic, neither one of them ever experiencing anything close to the intensity, intimacy or satisfaction with anyone else. Bill loved eating her to orgasm and then continuing to eat her until she begged to be fucked. He also had a hard time climaxing, but with a little help from Viagra he could keep fucking her for hours, and many times he did, much to the satisfaction of his wonderful little Angel. By their early sixties, their torrid little affair, outlived their mates and they were able to be together on a regular basis. Angel usually spent the end of the week and week-end at Bill's lake side house and he would go up and visit her on Tuesday nights. Thoughts of marriage were discussed; however, that would require so many changes with family, current home and commitments to community; that neither were willing to sacrifice at this point. Both knew though, that over time their lives would become more and more involved. Angel stood five foot eight and was a little overweight. Bill called her pleasingly plump. In the age of Voltaire and other Renaissance nude artists, she would have been considered drop dead gorgeous. She looked to be more in her mid-forties rather than her actual age of fifty-nine. Bill often marveled at the reappearance of her youth as she smiled up at him contentedly in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her shoulder length auburn (sometimes sandy blond, sometimes tinted red) hair curled under a little at her neck; nicely framing a round, pink complexioned face. For her age, her face was relatively wrinkle free; highlighted by a cute unturned button nose, soft sensuous lips, thin sandy colored eyebrows and just the slightest hint of a double chin. She wore relatively little make up, some eye liner, a hint of powder on her cheeks and once in a while a pale shade of lipstick. And then there was that smile – a smile that revealed so many, many sides of her personality. There was her friendly smile that captivated any room she entered. As a nurse she had used it effectively to cheer up her patients. Then there's that faint smile in which the corners of her mouth just barely turn up always in conjunction with a narrowing of her eyes to thin slits that spoke of her cunning and wanton desire – a smile that always foretold of wondrous sensual adventures. And the smile that Bill loved best, the smile of an eighteen year-old Prom Queen who just lost her virginity and loved every second of the experience. She always dressed like a lady in loose fitting clothes to cover her expanding midriff, her girlish figure lost years ago with the birth of two children; both grown, on their own and having babies of their own. Her breasts were not large – B-cups – however, they were as firm as a virgins and gravity had done nothing to detract from their form or beauty. On the rare occasion that Bill could talk her into going out braless, her breast's lack of sag and her small nipples pointing straight out through the material always turned men's heads and made Bill very proud to be seen with her. On these few occasions she normally wore a short black skirt and black mesh stockings that nicely showed off a pair of vary shapely legs. For Angel, being with Bill over the last few years had been the wildest ride she had ever taken. But it was not just the sex that was so wild; it was all the feelings that went with it. When they first started seeing each other, she had to admit, it was just the sex. But after a short time she found herself looking more and more forward to the next time she would be able to see him. She just wanted to be with him, because what she really enjoyed beyond the sex was the pillow talk and the way they cuddled afterwards. She always felt somewhat cheated when they were forced to leave one of their motel sessions without that cuddle time. She loved his company and would have been very sad if anything had ever happened to end their affair. The sex they had was absolutely beyond description, but the love-making they did once they had cooled off was almost better and definitely more satisfying. She never had orgasms with anyone else like the way she had with Bill and she certainly never enjoyed them as much as she did with him. Bill was one of the best things to happen to her and the absolutely best thing to ever happen to her sexually. For those reasons she loved him like no one else in her entire life and constantly tried to show her thanks. Bill shared Angel with other men on occasion, usually old friends of hers; ones she had fucked at her husband's encouragement prior to meeting Bill. Angel always worked out the details of these threesomes, Bill arriving last, after she had gotten the other man warmed up. Both of them loved these sessions. Bill was so proud of the way she could please two men simultaneously and the way she reveled in the pleasure that two cocks could provide her. Angel loved having two men in her at once and having them fawn over her for hours. Angel and Bill often talked and fantasized about what it would be like to have even more men at the same time, but had never made any plans to make it happen. For years Bill and four of his neighbors got together every other Thursday night for poker. Angel had stayed with Bill on two previous poker nights, helping out a little by serving refreshments; but spent most of the time reading or cross stitching blankets for new grand babies. She had gotten to know these men pretty well in the last six months and felt welcome and comfortable in their presence. On this particular poker night she decided things were going to be different. Without discussing it with Bill she decided, that tonight might be a good night to fulfill their fantasy of her taking on more than two cocks. She wasn't quite sure how she was going to go about it or even that she would truly go through with it. That is one of the reasons why she had not discussed it with Bill before hand. She new once they had agreed to make this happen that the Jeanie would be out of the bottle and that there may not be any turning back if she got cold feet. She thought she would just dress real sexy, spend all her time serving the card table and just see what would develop. That might let the Jeanie out of the bottle anyway, she thought. Before leaving her house Thursday morning she looked through her closet and dresser drawers to pick out just the right ensemble. She started with a red shelf bra, with matching thong and garter belt. Then she dug through her drawers in search of a pair of black mesh stockings. She smiled to herself as she pulled them out of the drawer, imagining those dirty old men gawking at her sexily encased legs. To ensure she had plenty of leg to show them, she turned quickly to her closet looking for that black leather mini-skirt she hadn't warn in years, hoping it would still fit. Finally finding it, she pulled it off the hanger, stepped into it and pulled it up around her waist. Sucking in her tummy, she tugged on the zipper and although tight, she was able to pull it up, thinking, I probably won't have it on that long anyway. She turned and looked into the mirror and although some of her belly hung over a little bit and her love handles were clearly visible, she decided that an untucked blouse would cover all that up. She decided she would just have to take off the skirt, before the blouse. She smiled again thinking, The men will definitely be surprised and delighted with that. Turning again to the closet she picked a white blouse that was somewhat translucent. Putting it on, she looked into the mirror as she pulled it tight across her breasts. She was instantly satisfied seeing two dark circles appearing through the material, but only vaguely, not revealing anything but color – a tantalizing view, while still maintaining some of the mystery. Satisfied with her selection, she grabbed a few more undies and some other clothes, stuffing them into a small suitcase, along with some toiletries. She almost ran out of the house – excited by the prospects – jumped into her car and was off for the fifty mile drive south to Bill's house. After dinner and dishes, Angel ran off to the bathroom to get ready while Bill set up the poker table on the enclosed front porch. Bill was the same height as Angel, stocky with his own little gut beginning to develop and a small set of love handles as well. Retired military, he had good sized arms and a well developed, hairy chest. His stomach once flat as a board, quickly expanded several inches after lower back surgery precluded him from running and doing sit ups. However, daily morning bike rides, swims and push ups kept him in pretty good shape for a guy in his mid sixties. He kept his light brown, almost blond hair in the summer time, cut short in a military style. Doing that kept the little bit of grey from showing around the edges. He wore bifocal lenses and his face showed the signs of a life in the outdoors. It wasn't one of those rough, chiseled faces of so many veterans; but there was always a sternness in his look, emphasized by a high protruding furrowed brow, a proportionally set nose, and jaws that always looked clinched except when he was smiling. Bill was captivated by Angel. He worshiped and adored her. From the first time they met he wanted nothing more than to please her in every possible way. He placed Angel on a pedestal worshiping her as his Queen – his Goddess of all passion. He adored her and humbly knelt at her feet for whatever crumb of appreciation she might through her undeserving subject. That didn't mean he was a doormat, in fact just the opposite, he normally played the dominant role in their love making. No, this was more a voluntary and mental subjugation The reason he adored her this way was because as his Queen and Goddess, she humbled herself as well, giving herself to him freely with absolutely no inhibitions, expectations or demands. When she came to him and sensuously revealed her womanly charms without the slightest blush, giving herself to him to be used in anyway he pleased; Bill could do no less then at least mentally bend before her and pay her homage. Then as equals he would passionately love her and make it his duty to provide her with every possible pleasure he could imagine. Bill would take her and ravage her, hoping that what he was doing was done in a way that was totally pleasing and satisfying to her. However, he would always start by kneeling before her fount of all pleasure and drink her juices of passion until he was rewarded by her begging to be fucked. The louder she yelled and screamed in orgasmic bliss the more he felt he had provided her with the pleasure she needed and desired. Bill also believed that Angel was not put on earth to please men, although she certainly did that exceptionally well. No, he believed she was put on earth to be pleasured by men. Most men think they know exactly what pleases a woman as well as themselves. However, any man taking her to bed would very quickly find that true satisfaction is not in taking her and getting off themselves, but in having a woman that needs to be pleased, loves to be pleased, desires to be pleased and then providing her with that pleasure. Bill also felt that she had a mystical way about her that no matter how much the man felt he was in control, she could maneuver him into providing her with the pleasure she so desperately desired. Bill lived in a lake front log house, which sat out on a point with a river running along one side of the house and out into the lake. The view was beautiful and tonight the lake was calm and serene through the windows of the front porch. He lived at the very end of the street that paralleled the beach front homes. The other players were neighbors. Dave, a retired autoworker, in his late fifties and a confirmed bachelor, lived two doors up the river. Larry, also retired, in his late sixties and a widower, lived two doors down the beach. Rick, the baby in his forties, was married with kids still at home and lived off the lake across the street from Larry. Their fifth, George, died of a heart attack, sitting on his couch just three doors down the beach the night after their last poker game. They had played together for over ten years, and it just didn't seem right to go out and find someone else to take George's place right away. Angel opened the door to the bathroom and shouted out to Bill, "Don't bother with the drinks and snacks. I'll set that all up and serve you guys tonight," she paused and then added in a more sultry voice, "as soon as I'm dressed." "Alright!" Bill shouted back as he opened the legs on the green felt table he had especially made up for their poker nights. He wondered what she was up to, since she had pretty well kept to herself the other nights she had been there on poker night. He wondered about that too. Why had she seemed so stand-offish on those other nights? Angel had gotten to know the other players pretty well over the last six months she had been visiting him at his house. There were pot lucks and other little parties every so often and of course they were always in each others yards helping out or just shooting the breeze. As he got the chairs and set them around he stopped wondering, just glad that she wanted to help out. After he unwrapped a fresh set of cards, got the poker chip caddie out and took one more look around the porch; seeing everything in order, he went off to the kitchen to fix himself a drink. Opening the freezer, he took out the ice trays and carried them to the sink. Grabbing the ice bucket on the way, he began emptying the trays into it. "I said I would take care of all that, Babe." Angel said, coming up behind him, running her arms through his from behind and giving him a hung and a kiss on the side of his neck. "I know," responded Bill, "I was going to make myself a – wow!" he interrupted himself as he looked over his shoulder and saw her outfit for the first time. Turning around he looked her up and down letting out a long sigh close to a whistle, thinking, Damn, you look hot. She stood there in front of him, her arms on her hips, smiling with pride as she saw a rapidly expanding bulge on the front of his shorts and watched the surprised look on his face change to one of lust. She slowly pirouetted as his gaze slowly rose up from her glossy black pumps along her shapely mesh covered legs to where they came together just barely covered by the black leather skirt. Her white, not quite see-through blouse, hung about her waist. And when she stopped her turn he could look right between the unbuttoned top edges into her lovely little cleavage. She pulled the front tails of her blouse down so the material stretched tight across her breasts. Bill responded with another long sigh as the red from the shelf bra, and the two pinkish-brown circles showed through the material to his delight. "What are you up to, girl?" Bill, asked, his cock now at full attention and making a very obvious tent out of the front of his shorts. Angel stepped forward and looking him straight in the eye, grabbed his balls in one hand, while the other palmed the erection through the material. She replied in her best sultry voice, "Well, I just thought if I were going to wait on the boys at the big poker game, I needed to be dressed appropriately." Pulling her to him, Bill kissed her hard with an open mouth, which she quickly filled with her tongue. When after a minute or so of them both working their tongues back and forth, Bill broke away and asked, "And just what are you planning to serve?" "Oh, just the usual – drinks, chips and what ever else that's available." She smiled with a knowing grin. "You certainly look available... and damn hot too." He complemented. "Well, I hope so and thanks for the complements." She squeezed and slid her palm up and down the length of his firmness, while kissing him good and hard again. "And just how do you plan to pull this off?" Bill inquired after they broke their kiss. "I just thought I would act as your waitress, show a little ass, bounce my boobies around little... and just let nature takes its course." Angel replied very nonchalantly. "Don't you think we should have a plan?" Bill pushed. Before Angel could answer, Dave walked in the back door to the kitchen. He never knocked. "Okay you two, turn down the heat, or Bill won't be able to concentrate on his cards and I hate to take a man's money when he is playing at a disadvantage." He said with a laugh as he headed straight for the fridge to get a beer. Angel stepped over to block his path, gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, saying, "Good to see you again Dave. If I remember right, you like beer and not the hard stuff, so let me get one for you." As she turned to the refrigerator, she continued, "I thought I would help out tonight and wait on you guys, so you could concentrate even better on your cards. Do you think anyone will mind?" Taking a beer from inside, she twisted off the cap, closed the door and handed it to him at a little less than arms length. He took it, saying quite naturally, as if nothing at all was different, yet looking intently right down into her cleavage "No, not that I can see. Why would anyone object to that – especially when we have someone as young and beautiful as you, waiting on us old codgers?" "You don't think I will be too much of a distraction?" She cooed, and sort of batted her eyes. "Yes, dressed as lovely as you are, you will definitely be a bit of a distraction, but a much welcomed one, after looking at this old cuss" – pointing a thumb in Bill's direction – "for so many years." Dave joked, still looking right down the opening of Angel's blouse. He could see the pushed up tops of her two rounded orbs, down to the point where he could just barely make out the very tops and inner edges of the two darker pink areoles. Since her blouse was no longer pulled tight, he didn't have that erotic view of her red bra or those two dark circles through her blouse, like Bill had earlier. Instead he leaned slightly forward as he took another swig from his beer, to get an even better look down the front of her blouse. "Thank you." Angel said with a smile, taking a step back, while looking him up and down admiringly. Dave was almost six foot, probably approaching 190, broad shouldered, chiseled hard looking face, well tanned, dark curly hair, with a little silver above the temples, probably of Italian descent although there was certainly no accent to indicate that.. He worked out regularly at a gym, so even through his yellow polo shirt it was easy to see his firm, well developed pecks. Angel could hardly wait to see it come off. She had seen him working in the yard without a shirt many times as she slowly drove by. She could hardly wait to see them up close and personal. She wanted to rub her hands over them and his fully developed six pack. He wore only the shirt, a pair of cut offs jeans and sandals. Before anything else could be said there was a knock, a "yoo-hoo" and an opening of the outside door to the living room. Everyone turned and headed that way to find both Rick and Larry coming in through the front door. Both men stopped in their tracks when they saw Angel, mouths agape. Strip Black Jack Ch. 01 Larry was a long, lanky fellow with only a very small bulge at his stomach, slightly taller than Dave. His hair was straight and cut close around the edges, mostly gray with dark hairs showing from underneath. He would probably look a lot better all gray or died back to his natural color. His face was a little drawn and he walked with a slow gangly stride. Larry had a sort of split personality. He was always very jovial at first, his usual greeting being that of a typical four-year-old, "Whaaa'cha doin'?" However, before the conversation gets too far along he starts expressing all the negatives, but this night he was all grins. With a somewhat jolly, high pitched voice for such a big man, he inquired, "What's the occasion, sweetie?" reaching out both arms for a hug. Angel stepped into his arms, wrapping them first around his back and then let them drop down below his hips. She gave his ass a quick squeeze as she kissed him on the cheek and said, "I've gotten bored with just sitting over their by myself all evening and thought I would help out. You know, by bringing out drinks, chips or whatever. That is, if no body minds?" "Who could mind?" Rick quickly responded. Rick was short, maybe five foot six, with sandy hair, cropped short when ever he got a haircut, but was shaggy tonight as he was about a month over due. A carpenter by trade, he also had the rough outdoor look, but looked so much younger than the rest, which he was. He had a good-humored personality, always finding the glass half full, rather than half empty. Angel turned to Rick to give him his hug and kiss as he added almost in a whistle, "You sure are a wonderful sight for sore eyes." "Well, thank you kind sir." She genuinely returned and stepped away after giving his ass a little squeeze as well. "Who am I to complain about getting waited on, especially by such a beautiful young thing?" Larry quickly chimed in as well. "Well, good then." Angel responded rubbing her hands together. "Why don't you gentlemen go get settled while I go get your drinks. If memory serves me right, Larry you like a tall gin and tonic?" He nodded. "Rick you prefer just a coke." "Diet, if you got it." He responded with a grin, maneuvering slightly to get a better look down her blouse. "Not a problem. Dave, are you ready for another beer?" "No. No. Not yet." He quickly responded shaking his head. "I've hardly taken more than a swig out of this one." "And Honey, how about you – your usual, bourbon and coke?" "That will be just fine, sweetie." Bill winked and gave her a knowing smile that told her everything was great and that she had his total support. "Okay then gentlemen, I'll return shortly with your drinks." She turned; wiggling her ass a little more than usual as the four men drooled, watching her leave the room. Angel could feel them watching her, sensed their eyes taking off her clothes, and immediately felt a gush of moisture being released deep in her pussy. Rick was the first to break the silence as she stepped through the kitchen door. "Bill," he sort of half whispered, "You are one lucky son of a bitch. I have always liked her looks, but she is looking hot tonight." "Thanks," was all Bill returned, knowing they hadn't seen anything yet and not wanting to give anything away. He turned and ushered them all out through the opened French doors onto the porch. They all got out their wallets and Bill exchanged $20.00 each into red, white and blue chips. They didn't play for big stakes; just a little money to make it interesting was all. Dave opened a pack of cards and started shuffling as he sat down with his back to the outside door off the porch and facing the French doors they had just come in.. Bill was standing behind the chair directly in front those French doors directly across from Dave, while Larry sat to Bill's left and Rick to his right. So as Bill sat down, after passing out all the chips, Dave was the first to see Angel come through the doors with a tray covered in drinks and two baskets of munchies. She placed the tray on the table between Bill and Larry. She picked up the basket of Chex Mix and leaned across the table low enough so that Rick and Dave would have a real good view down her blouse as she placed the basket between them. Rick took a quick look and then gazed off somewhere else. Dave, on the other hand leaned slowly to his left to get a better view. The blouse hung open so he could plainly see the two nicely rounded orbs hanging down completely in view, including both little hard nipples. Staying that way, so Dave could continue to gaze, Angel reached back and grabbed his drink. She slowly drew it out from underneath, placing it in front of him and slowly licking her lips. Turning to Rick, who could no longer resist looking at the view being presented to him, she did the same for him, noticing his complexion turning a little red. Straightening up, she picked up the tray and moved to the right side of Bill. She picked up the basket of chips and leaned forward to place them between Bill and Larry. She turned a little more towards Bill, so both he and Larry would have a good view down her blouse also and gave them their drinks as well. By turning a little more towards Bill, she gave a real nice view of her hind end to Rick as her short skirt rode up over her ass. The thong string had disappeared into the crack her ass and her pussy lips stuck out from under either side of the small triangle that attempted to cover her pussy. It was already stained in a long darker red line along the center of the material indicating how hot she was already becoming. As Angel leaned across to give Larry his drink, Bill reached underneath her blouse and gave her left breast a quick squeeze. She quickly straitened up, much to the disappointment of Dave and Rick, slapped Bill's still outstretched hand, saying, "No touching Boy's. I'm here just to wait on you and spice up the evening – just as if this were one of those big games in a backroom of some Vegas casino. The only difference," she picked up the tray, "is that I'm not nearly as young, beautiful or curvy as those babes." She quickly turned and walked out, smiling to herself, knowing she was playing with their minds and sending mixed signals. She didn't consider herself a tease and wasn't planning on being one tonight, but for the time being this was kind of fun. "You look just fine to me," shouted Dave as she passed through the doors. "Thanks." Angel waved over her shoulder without looking back. As soon as she was out of ear shot, all three of them bombarded Bill with questions. Bill held up his hand to quiet them, and said, "Fellows, I'm not sure what she is up to. I was asking her the same questions when Dave came in and interrupted us, so I never found out." "Well, how do you feel about this?" Dave asked Bill. "I'm enjoying the hell out of it, aren't you? "Well, of course," Larry chimed in gruffly, "but you know my wife has been gone a year, now. I haven't had any in all that time. There is only so much a guy can take." "I understand," Bill tried to console him, reaching out and putting a hand on his arm, "and I'm sure Angel realizes that as well. Like I said, I'm not real sure what she is up to. Let's just follow her lead. I can tell she is already hotter than hell and I'm sure by the end of the evening we are all going to have a good time. "Are you okay, w-wit-with all of us... having a good time with her?" Rick stammered, a little red faced again. "Yes." Bill replied very emphatically. "She likes three-ways with another guy and we have done that a couple of times. We have fantasized about something like this, although not necessarily with you guys or in these surroundings. Our fantasies were more general in nature, but I am happy to give her that pleasure as long as it is what she wants. So like I said, let's just follow her lead and enjoy. However, when she says no or asks someone to stop... then respect her wishes. It's her choice, not mine or yours. Don't look to me for approval for anything. I'm okay with anything she is willing to accept. Alright? They all nodded and Rick gulped down the rest of his glass of coke and yelled through the open window between the porch and the living room, "Hey, Angel! Make my next drink a 7 and 7! Would you please?" "Alright then, let's play some poker." Bill said as he picked up the deck of cards, shuffled a couple more times and passed them for Rick to cut. Rick tapped the top of the deck with his knuckle. Bill picked them up and began to deal saying, "Five card draw, two's and one eyed Jacks wild." As he dealt, everyone else anteed a dime and Angel returned with Rick's drink. Again standing between Larry and Bill she bent over as low as possible to give Rick and anyone else a clear view down her blouse, she placed it in front of him. Straightening up she asked, "How about the rest of you, anyone need a refill? They had all picked up their cards and were sorting their hands as Bill anteed up and said, "Why not just go ahead and fix another round. Okay, sweetie." "Sure thing. Coming right up." She walked around the table picking up the empties, rather than leaning across and distracting the game. They played steadily for about an hour, the sun gradually setting across the lake to the west. Angel came and went serving drinks, placing them down so as not to interrupt the game, but always providing them with a good view down her blouse if they were in between hands. When she wasn't serving she sat on the couch at the end of the porch behind Larry reading a magazine, crossing and uncrossing her legs for anyone who was interested in looking. As the sun ducked behind the trees on the far side of the lake, Larry said, "Deal me out this hand, I've got to take a piss – excuse me ma'am, almost forgot my manners. I'll be right back." "That's alright, Larry, but thanks for thinking of me." She said standing up and moving to the table. "Let me take these baskets and get some refills." "Larry had a good idea," Dave chimed in, "Let's all take a break. It's not very much fun playing three handed. In fact, four handed is not as much fun as five or do I just miss George?" Not waiting for an answer, he picked up a couple of empty glasses and continued, "Let me give you a hand, Angel." When everyone was gone, Rick turned to Bill and in almost a whisper, asking, "Do you think Angel is really planning on do anything more than show a little T and A?" "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure." He shuffled the cards one more time, put them down and continued, "I'm pretty sure that is what she has in mind. I mean, I think she is planning to eventually get naked and have sex. But, she also might get cold feet. Let's just follow her lead and see what happens." "Do you mean, you think she is planning to fuck all of us?" some red returning to Rick's face. "That would not surprise me one bit." Bill smiled as he imagined her lying naked, surrounded by four hard dicks. "Alright then, but..." and he paused, "I've haven't... ah, I mean... I've never been unfaithful to Joanne.... Do you think... if things go that far... that Angel would be offended if I only wanted a blow job?" "Well, yeah." Bill returned in a harsh voice. "You expect her to satisfy you and not do anything to pleasure her. Come on. If all you want is a blow job that's fine; but you better be willing to give the like in return. You need to be ready to go down on her and give her a good eating out." Looking somewhat relieved he leaned back, saying, "Great, I can do that no problem. No problem at all." the last sounding more like a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like I was scolding. And I can understand you not wanting to be unfaithful. When I get a chance I'll tell her your desires and she will be fine with that." "What do you think the other guys will think, if I don't join in?" Rick asked looking concerned again. "Bah, they won't even notice." Bill waved his question off. "Besides, that just means more fucking for them... that is, if Angel really goes that far. Larry returned and Rick headed out to the bathroom. As Larry sat down Bill suggested, "Dave just gave me an idea. He was saying that playing with four was not as much fun as it is with five." "Yes, there is a certain dynamic that is lost when you loose that fifth player." Larry conceded. "I was thinking that maybe we aught to ask Angel to sit in. What do you think?" "I don't know. Does she know how to play?" "Oh yeah. I don't know how good she will be with the betting part of the game, but she always beats me a strip poker. She knows what takes what and all the games we play." "I guess it wouldn't hurt." Larry gave in, reluctantly. "I'll ask the others first and if we have a consensus, we'll go for it." Bill decided, "Who knows, it might be just what we need to liven things up." Dave followed Angel into the kitchen. He placed his glasses next to hers on the counter and put his empty beer bottle out on the back porch. Returning, he came up behind her as she was filling the glasses with ice. Running his arms under hers, he reached around and grasped her breasts as he lowered his head to kiss her on the neck. "Dave?" she gasped, stiffening. "What are you doing?" However, as his lips found that special spot on her neck, she relaxed and leaned back against him, immediately feeling his hard appendage. She pushed back against it and wiggle her ass a little, forcing the material of her skirt into the crack of her ass. It felt good and the spasms induced by the kisses on her neck were sending copious quantities of hot juices down to dampen that little triangle of cloth covering her pussy. Squeezing her breasts, he responded, "The question is – What are you doing?" "What do you mean?" she asked, turning in his arms to face him. "What are you doing in this outfit? What have you got planned? Where's this leading?" He asked pushing himself up tight against her pelvic mound. "I'm not really sure." She looked down avoiding his eyes. "I don't have a plan. I just thought I would go along like this and see what would happen." Pulling her chin up to make her look at him again, he leaned even harder into her. Bending his head forward, he kissed her hard on the lips, while beginning to gently thrust his cock against her pelvic mound. She responded, kissing right back and thrusting her tongue into his mouth, while pushing out her own hips to increase the wonderful pressure down there. She was already hot from all the parading around and seeing their lusty and appreciative stares. This was only overpowering her last instinct of resistance, not that she had much to begin with. She was just about ready to lay down right here on the floor, spread her legs and beg him to fuck her. After a minute they broke and Dave said, "That's what happens. You get us guys all worked up, and it's not fair to tease." "I'm not just teasing. Although, I'm just not sure I'm ready to take on four guys at once, but that hard thing between my thighs is beginning to convince me." She moaned and rose up on her tip toes to kiss him again. Breaking the kiss after about thirty seconds, she continued. "I promise that everyone will get off, just... maybe just not in me." He bent his head down to kiss her again, but stopped short and said, "We better get these drinks fixed and get them in there before someone misses us. By the way, you sure have nice firm breasts; I can't wait to get them in my mouth." "Thank you sir," she replied as she reached down and began massaging his cock through his shorts. "And you sir, have a nice firm cock and I can't wait to get it in my mouth." Looking up into his eyes with a teasing little smile, her eyes narrowing to small little slits, she dragged the tip of her tongue across her lips, pulled one hand up to the top button of her blouse and continued with, "So, why wait?" She undid that button, the next and then a third. Pulling the material to one side, she fully exposed her left breast and said, "It's all yours." Dave didn't hesitate for a second, quickly bending down; he sucked as much of her tit into his mouth as he could. His tongue began to flick back and forth across her nipple. Angel gasped and felt another deluge of moisture escape, soaking her thong even more. The sensations were terrific and immediately triggered the initial orgasmic feelings deep in the core of her being. She took in one deep breath after another, trying desperately to regain some sort of control. Pulling one hand from the front of his shorts, she reached around the back of his head and pulled him even tighter into her breast. She gasped and moaned a couple of more times, before welling up enough self will to push his head away, saying, "Enough.... Or we will never get back to the card game." "Who cares?" Dave responded and dipped his head right back down to suck in her tit again. She let him, but at least that quick little break was enough to restore her self-control. While he continued sucking her left breast he began to squeeze the other. She felt her control waning again and as a distracter asked, "You're awfully hungry there, for a guy that's supposedly partial to really big busted women." Taking a breath, but without looking up, he answered, "Where did you get that impression?" "Bill said your girl friend is a really big busted blonde bomb shell." Raising his head, he said, "Oh, her. She's not really my girlfriend and I don't see her as often anymore. But she does have nice big tits – thirty-eight double D's. But they were soft and spongy, not nice and firm like yours," trying to make it sound like he obviously liked Angel's over his old girlfriend's. Actually he really missed being able to suck on those huge tits anytime he wanted, but he was also impressed and turned on by Angel's firmness He took his thumb and placed it at the bottom of her breast. He placed his index finger a couple of inches above her nipple and squeezed together, saying, "If I did this to her, I'd be able to easily squeeze until my thumb and finger almost touch. No substance, like a balloon full of water. Yours are much nicer. There's flesh here – something substantial to suck on." He lowered his head and sucked almost her whole tit back into his mouth again. Bill walked into the kitchen and cleared his throat as he opened the refrigerator door and said very nonchalantly, as though nothing unusual was happening, "I was wondering what was taking so long on those drinks." Dave jerked up and Angel quickly closed her blouse over her breasts and buttoned up again. Pulling his head out of the fridge with a coke in his hand, Bill strolled over to the glasses on the counter next to them and started to mix another bourbon and coke. He took a glass with cubes in it, poured a shot from the decanter and proposed, "Say, we were talking out there, that the game was just not the same without George." Then turning to face Dave, he continued, "We have come to the conclusion that the dynamics of the game just aren't the same without five players. So, if you don't have any objections, we thought we would ask Angel to sit in as the fifth player." "Sounds great to me." Dave quickly agreed. "Are you guys sure you want a woman playing poker with you?" Angel asked surprised. "Sure, why not?" Bill quickly reaffirmed his offer. "I know you know how to play." "Well, if it's okay with everyone else, I'd be more than glade to play," Angel didn't hesitate for a second. She knew the game and had even learned to deal Black Jack for several Knights of Columbus Las Vegas Nights. "Good, then it is settled." Bill proclaimed, turning with his drink and heading back out to the porch. Over his shoulder he called back, "I'll make some excuses for you two, so you guys can finish what you were doing. Take your time and enjoy." Strip Black Jack Ch. 01 Angel turned to finish making the rest of the drinks and Dave opened another bag of chips, pouring them into a bowl. When everything was ready and on the tray, Dave went to pick it up. As he did, Angel slipped in between him and the counter. Looking up into his face through the slits of her squinting eyes and with just the slightest little bit of a smile, she asked in a sexy whisper, "Can I get a sneak preview?" One hand went up around his neck and pulled his head to hers before he could even answer, while the other drifted down to play with him through the material of his shorts, finding only a semi-rigid cock. As they broke away from the kiss, Dave not entirely sure of her meaning said, "Sure. What do you have in mind?" Angel stepped away, pulling him around the corner of the counter and over to the kitchen table. Turning around to face him again she sat down on one of the chairs, pulled him closer. She inserted her thumbs into the elastic band of his shorts and started pulling them down, when she noticed a large dark circle about two inches in diameter on the front. "What's this?" she said pointing at the spot. "That's the result of all of your teasing and the heat that teasing produces. Not the kind of heat that burns, but the kind that removes bras and panties." He quickly responded. "Ummmm, I see." She purred with a smile and then said as she continued to lower his shorts. "In fact, I'm hoping to see a whole lot more of that – and not just this thin clear stuff, either. I want a whole lot of that thick, rich white stuff." "Oh my God" she gasped, as she pulled the front of his shorts out, over and down, exposing the largest cock she had ever seen in the flesh, so to speak. "You're huge." Dave had at least a ten inch cock, more than two inches longer than Bill's, which she thought was just about the perfect size for her. He was also nearly two inches in diameter. The head was shiny with a flange of thick skin that stuck out at least a quarter inch around the entire rim of the helmet. Veins pulsed and weaved prominently all across the muscled surface. Without the slightest hesitation Angel took the head into her mouth. Her lips immediately found that protruding flange and she began rolling her head from side to side in an attempt to work those sensitive edges, while her hand grasped the base of his cock and started stroking. Dave moaned, placed his hands in her hair and began to thrust ever so slightly. Angel took the queue and while rotating her head, she simultaneously began bobbing her head so her lips rolled back and forth over those sensitive edges. She continued this for maybe a minute, while Dave's hands reached inside her blouse and played with her tits. Dave then let go of one breast and reached down between her legs, his fingers finding the soaking wet material of her thong. His three middle fingers lightly ran the length of the small triangle, their outside edges sliding along the wet, already swollen lips that protruded around the sides of the fabric. Angel jerked from the surprising and electric sensation, pulling her mouth off his cock and quickly standing up, pushing him back a step. In a slightly raised voice she said, "Sorry. I can't handle that just yet. Another ten seconds of that and we will never get back to that card game." "You shouldn't tease like that." Dave immediately returned a little upset. "I'm not teasing." She tried to explain. "I just know my limits. If I let you touch me down there like that in my current state of arousal... Well, I just can't let you... not yet. "What about my current state of arousal – not fair to get a man all stirred up and then expect him to back off just like that." Dave protested, but his tone belied that he was not as angry as the words sounded. "Be patient and I promise you, I'll finish that blow job or give you a really good fucking... maybe even both." "Alright, but..." Before he could say anymore, Angel rose up on her toes and gave him a hard open mouthed kiss, there tongues fighting each other for another thirty seconds or so. Angel pulled away, turned to the tray, picked it up and handed it to Dave, saying, "Shall we join the others?" "Reluctantly." Dave whispered, taking the tray. "So what have you two been up to?" asked Rick as the two entered the porch. "Yeah! We are just about parched, waiting for those drinks." chimed in Larry gruffly and then added, "As far as what they have been up to, I think that dark wet circle on Dave's shorts might be a clue." They all ignored his comment as Angel again bent over deeply to pass out the drinks. They had brought in a fifth chair, placing it in between Larry and Dave. When she finished serving the drinks, she placed the tray against the door jam and moved behind Larry, running her hands over his shoulders and neck as she passed behind him and sat down. Bill picked up the cards and dealt one card to each player face up, saying, "First Jack deals." He went around the table twice and on the third pass flipped a Jack at Angel. She quickly took up the cards and shuffled professionally several times and placed the deck in front of Larry to cut. He split the deck and she picked up the halves and started to deal just as naturally as any one of the guys, saying, "Seven card stud, low hold card wild, last card down and dirty." Finishing three rounds around the table, the first two face down and the third face up, she turned to Larry and said, "King bets." He checked, so did she and everyone else in sequence. She flipped a seven of hearts down on Dave's five of diamonds and said "Nothing there.... A possible flush," as she flipped another heart on Rick's. "A pair of nines." at Bill's hand. "And nothing," giving Larry a six to go with his King. "Pair of nines showing, bets." she announced. Bill threw in a dime. Everyone else followed suit and drew a sigh of relief realizing that Angel knew what she was doing. Rick ended up with a straight flush and won that first deal. During her second deal, she felt Dave's hand on the inside of her upper thigh. He slowly moved it up until it was only a hairs distance from her pussy. Every time she was about to announce the result of a dealt card, he lifted his little finger so it lightly dragged across the material covering her pussy, causing her to jerk, skip a word or squeal, "Seven of – ah – hearts, nothiiing!" she glared at Dave and he just smiled. "Jack of Dia – ah – monds... possible straight." She stopped announcing and just bit her lip trying to endure. "The straighhhht, bets!" as they all looked at her puzzled, except for Dave, who just kept grinning. Dave leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Pay back is seven fold." She just ignored him, until the hand was over. To add insult to injury, Dave won the pot, but at least he had to remove his hand to rake in the chips. They played for about an hour, Angel winning a couple of times to stay even. Dave reached over and teased her pussy every time she dealt. She had them deal her out twice so she could go replenish their drinks. Each time she returned she had unbuttoned her blouse another button, so by the time she sat down the second time, Larry could see her entire left breast, supported and provocatively pushed up by her red shelf bra; while Dave and Rick (if he leaned just a little to his right) could see her entire right. All three took advantage of the view. By this time they were all ready for another break; everyone having to make a pit stop. As Angel headed for the kitchen to replenish their refreshments, Rick stood up and said, "I think I'll come along this time and help." Angel put up her hand and said, "No thanks. It's not that I would mind your company. I just think it will go a lot faster if I just go alone. Then we can get right back to the game again." Rick started to protest, but stopped when Bill put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. As Angel left, Bill got up and followed her into the kitchen instead. After she put the tray on the counter, Bill clasped her shoulder and gently turned her around into his arms. They held each other tight and kissed a long sensuous lover's kiss. Bill finally broke the kiss and pulling back just a little asked, "Are you having fun?" "Oooh, yeah," she responded with a great big grin. "How far are we going to go with this? Do you have a plan yet or are we still just waiting to see what happens?" he queried. "Still not sure, but as I promised Dave earlier, I will get you all off before the evening is over." She assured. "Are you ready to... to, basically get gang banged?" Bill's interrogation continued. "Ummm..." Angel swooned, closing her eyes. "Now I hadn't thought about it that way, but I guess that is what it would be... if I let all you guys fuck me. I've fantasized about that many times. Always seems hot when you're dreaming about it, but in reality it's a little scary. I'm still not sure I'm ready for that. But I won't let any of your friends go home without some satisfaction. I promise I'll get everyone off at least once." "And a plan?" Angel grinned at him again as her eyes closed to little slits as she said, "Yes, I have an idea." "And?... "I've got to deal the next hand when we get back out there... so not this hand, but the next time I deal... Well,... just watch. I want to surprise you too. Okay?" she teased. "Sure. I just wanted to make sure you were still okay with all this." He tried to sound supportive, but it sounded more like concern. "Are you okay with all this?" she asked, but before he could answer she clarified her question by asking, "I mean, if I decide to let you and your friends..." she paused, again squinting with just the touch of a smile... "gang bang me, are you okay with that too?" "You know I am," Bill assured. "I'm for anything that will give you pleasure. Just remember our little code word. Just holler 'cat' if you get in a situation you are not comfortable with and I'll intervene." "Don't worry..." she slapped his chest with both hands, "I can take care of myself." "I know... I'm just saying, is all." They smiled at each other and then Bill changed the subject. "Listen, Rick is concerned about being unfaithful. If things get that far he would rather just... just.... He would be satisfied with just a blow job or hand job." "Well, that's still being unfaithful," she grinned, "but that's okay, I understand. Let's get these drinks and snacks together before they are looking at your shorts for stains." She reached down, squeezed his balls and cock, turned and started working on the drinks. After a few minutes they were all back at the table and ready to play some more. However, now she had to deal with Larry's hand on her thigh as well as Dave's; although she did like all the attention. Looking around the table it appeared that Bill and Dave were ahead a little and although Rick's and Angel's stacks of chips looked a little smaller, Larry was obviously loosing the most. About 10:30 the deal came back around to Angel. Shuffling the cards, she announced, "Gentlemen, how about a little Black Jack?" Both Bill and Rick nodded in agreement, Rick remarking, "Maybe that will change my luck." Dave gave off a little sigh indicating he wasn't too keen on the idea and Larry just came out and said, "I hate Black Jack, especially when we are playing poker. The dealer always wins, and it takes so damn long." Angel unruffled, suggested as she began to deal, "Well, let's make this a little more interesting then.... How about we make this a game of Strip Black Jack?" Everyone's eyes lit up instantly, except Larry's; who like always only saw the negative side of everything first and protested, "A lot of good that does us. You're the dealer. You'll never loose a stitch. Besides, what constitutes a need to take off an article of clothing?" "Well, let's see." Angel thought, "Dealer has to take a card at 16 or less. If the dealer busts, then the dealer sheds an article of clothing." "No jewelry – clothes only – blouse, skirt, underwear, shoes and socks only. Okay?" Larry interrupted. "Why bother with shoes and socks, especially since most of you are wearing sandals." Angel sprang right back, very calmly, not to be outdone, "Let's just go with the basics; shirt, shorts and underwear." "I would have thought you would have wanted to count each one of those separately, to keep your clothes on as long as possible." Larry speculated. "You said it yourself, the dealer has the advantage. Do you think I want to postpone seeing one you loser's big cocks. Besides you've all had a decent view of most of my private parts all evening." Angel responded without hesitation, laughing. And everyone except Larry laughed with her. "Now, each player that looses to the dealer, has to shed a garment." Angel continued. Larry, ever the pessimist, continued to find problems, asking, "What happens when someone is naked and looses." "Alright, when one of you loose to the house, then I will decide what you have to do. When I bust, then the high winner will decide what I must do." Angel looked around the table and got every ones nod of agreement, then continued, "Now when we are deciding what the person is going to do, let's start out slow, some little showing or touching and gradually increase a level at a time." Again she looked around for every ones agreement. "Now," she paused, then continued slowly, "The winner – when we are all done playing cards – gets to.... f-fuck me." "Alright, let's play!" shouted Rick. But Larry had to ask, "How do we now who the winner is?" "Well, let's cash out some of our chips so we only have ten dollars each. Obviously when we get to the end of this game we won't be playing any more cards tonight, so we won't need them after this game is over. When we are done and have taken the dares as far as we can without going all the way, we'll count our chips. The one with the most is the winner. How does that sound?" Angel suggested. Everyone was fine with that, of course except Larry, "What if you have the most chips?" "Then I get to choose who fucks me." She said without hesitation or any embarrassment. "And what do the rest of us do, just go home and beat off." Larry sounded a little more irritated. "Yeah, are you saying that after you've teased us all evening, we're not all going to get laid tonight." Rick protested also. Angel put up her hands to have them stop, "I haven't been trying to tease you all night. I just wanted to provide all of you with a little pleasure. However, tonight at least, only one of you is going to get laid. I'm just not into getting gang banged, at least not tonight. I promise though that I'll suck off each of you before you go home." She looked around and saw nothing but awe on all their faces that slowly turned to smiles, as she asked, "Gentlemen, shall we play Strip Black Jack?" They all nodded or agreed and she began to deal. After the guys all took their hits or stayed, she had fifteen showing and had to take the hit. She flipped down a Queen and busted. The guys hooted and hollered, including Bill. Angel slowly pushed back her chair and standing up, she leisurely unfasten and unzipped her skirt. Once it was loose, she turned her back to them, shook her hips and let it fall to the floor. She then bent over and pulled the skirt off her ankles and tossed it over towards the couch. Her ass was completely exposed as the string from he thong was hidden deep it the crack. She looked so provocative with those black mesh stockings covering her shapely legs and held up so high on her thighs by that red garter belt. Placing her hands on her ankles, she wiggled her ass a couple of times and slowly dragged her hands up the insides of her legs as she straightened up. Turning back towards the table, it was easy to see that the little red triangle that barely covering her pussy was totally soaked. Before sitting down she looked around the table and was pleased to see large bulges pushing out the fronts of all their shorts. Angel sat down, collecting the cards off the table, making a pile of the used ones and setting them aside. With the remaining deck she dealt again. In this hand, she dealt herself a King and a nine. Everyone else fell short or busted, except Larry who black jacked. Bill, Rick and Dave all reached down almost in unison and pulled their shirts over their heads. The moment Dave's eyes were covered by his shirt, Angel reached over and ran her hands all over his chest and six pack, admiringly, "Ummm, that feels so nice and firm. I hope you have another part of you that is this hard." "You already know it is." He let on in a voice a little louder than a whisper. "And you liked it too." The rest of them laughed and responded with, "I knew you two were up to something earlier. Angel slapped his bare chest with both hands, pushing him back in his seat, as she turned back in hers and picked up the cards. As soon as everyone settled down, Angel dealt again, giving herself two face cards. Everyone this time fell short or busted. Larry pulled his shirt off, while Rick and Bill stood up to take off their shorts. Rick had a pair of boxers and the end of his hard cock protruded out through the opening, until he quickly shoved it back under the material. "You don't have to put him away." Angel said to Rick. "I don't mind at all." Bill stood there proud in a red thong of his own, which covered a lot more than Angel's, however the tip of his cock still showed above the elastic band. Dave remained seated as he worked his shorts off, for as Angel already knew he wasn't wearing any underwear. He sat there naked except for his sandals. "Come on Dave, don't be shy. Stand up like the others and show off that big cock of yours." Angel chided. "I need to loose another hand before you can start telling me what I have to do." He responded with a laugh. On the next hand she stayed with fifteen. They all beat her except for Bill who busted. He stood up, pulled off his boxers hastily without any ceremony and quickly sat down. As soon as his cock appeared, a good hard eight inches of fairly think meat, Angel licked her lips and cooed, "Ummm... that looks good enough to eat." "And I bet you have." Dave teased. "You know it." Angel responded, not the least bit effected by his crudeness. "I'd also bet you enjoyed every minute of it." "Oh, yeah! Many times and hope to again tonight." Angel came right back and started to deal another hand. "Wait a second there, sweet thing." Larry interrupted. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Angel looked at him with a puzzled glare, then responded, "I don't know what that might be." "The rest of us all beat you. You need to take something off." He demanded. "No, the rule was that if the dealer busted, then she needed to take something off." Angel protested. "Then just like I said, the dealer has an unfair advantage. We'll never see you naked at this rate." He argued back. "Alright, alright." She gave in standing up, waving her hands in the air, "The new rule is, if three of you beat the dealer then the dealer takes something off, as well as the other loser. Does that satisfy you?" "Sounds much better, thank you." Larry agreed smiling. With that, she surprised them all again, by turning her back to them and slowly inching her thong off her hips and down her legs. This time as she bent over to take it off her ankles and throw it over with her skirt, she reached up between her legs, stretched out her middle finger, placing it just below her ass hole and slowly drew it from there through her pussy. As she turned around she brought the finger to her lips, closed her eyes and sucked in the finger as she moaned with pleasure. The guys hooted and hollered their encouragement the whole time, "That's it baby!" "Give us a good show!" "You're lookin' hot, sweetie."