Message-ID: <17513eli$9811240426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Martina Lee" Subject: Blind Date (from Oh Susana) FM+M+... Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981123163135.24741.qmail@hotmail.com> Here is the second new posting from my short stories collectively entitled Oh Susana. I am also re-posting Pool Party and The Frog. More to come. Martina. Blind date Not for the first time, Susana wondered what she was letting herself in for. All that Neil would tell her was that he had a special surprise lined up for her, and it went without saying that the surprise was a new sexual experience. The question was: What? He had been very mysterious all evening, giving nothing away, and her mind had roamed through all the erotic possibilities she could imagine, to the point that by now she was wet with anticipation. As they stopped at the door to the hotel room he reached in his pocket and took out a small bundle of black fabric. He unrolled it, revealed it to be a padded sleeping mask. "Come here," he said, and slipped the encircling elastic over her head, then adjusted the pads over her eyes. "No peeking," he said. "This stays on until I say you can take it off. OK?" She giggled, a little nervously, and nodded. "Yes, master," she said, pretending meekness. "OK," he said again, and she heard him fit the key in the lock, open the door. The mask was a perfect fit. She could see absolutely nothing. Her ears had nothing much to offer, either. There was hotel music, not loud, and some muted muttering from what she took to be a turned-down television set. Apart from that, nothing. Neil took her by the elbow, ushered her inside, then stopped. She heard him close and chain the door. He took her arm again, led her further into the room, turned her gently and settled her into an armchair, then pulled off her shoes. "Here," he said, and pressed a glass into her hand. She was surprised for a moment, then remembered that he had left the bar for a few minutes just before they came up here. Obviously he had been in the room then and poured the drink (drinks?) in advance. Ice chinked in the glass as she raised it to her lips. Vermouth. Susana had been drinking it all evening, and was what she liked to describe as "just a little bit pissed". She took a good swallow, licked her lips. "Now what?" she asked. Neil didn't answer. Instead, she felt his hands on her thighs as he leaned over her and kissed her on the forehead, then knelt on the floor in front of her and urged her legs apart. She did not resist, in fact raised her hips slightly to meet him as he ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and began to finger her pussy. Her knickers were already damp, and became wetter as he smoothed the fabric into her slit, rubbed and stroked. "What's the blindfold for?" she asked suddenly. "Just to give your imagination a chance," he said, working a finger under the loosely-elasticated leg of her knickers and probing into her cunt. "For instance, what if we're not alone in here? For all you know, there might be half a dozen people watching us." The thought sent a new shiver of excitement through her. "You're joking, aren't you?" she said. "I'm not saying," he replied. "But just suppose it's true. How would that make you feel?" He put both hands behind her knees, urged her forward so she was reclining against the chair back and her buttocks were right on the edge of the seat cushion. "Suppose there are two other guys in here," he said, folding her skirt right back and spreading her legs further apart, then working two fingers into her pussy. "What do you think they're doing right now?" Susana squirmed, took another long sip of her drink. "Watching," she whispered. Then: "Is it true?" He didn't answer. Instead, he hooked the leg of her knickers to one side, and she squirmed again as he ducked his head between her legs and lapped at her slit. "Is it true?" she asked again. He withdrew his tongue, resumed rubbing and probing with his fingers. "I'm not saying," he repeated. "But what if it is? Use your imagination. Let's say there is one guy sitting by the table in the corner, and another one lying on the bed. Do you think they're turned on?" Susana conjured up the image of two guys watching as Neil worked a finger in and out of her cunt and stroked at her clitoris with the tip of his thumb. "Yes," she said. "Yes, they're turned on." She thought again, refined the image. "The one on the bed is playing with himself," she said. "He's got a big cock." Neil continued to toy with her dripping pussy. "What else?" he said. "Are they naked?" She fine-tuned the fantasy further. "One of them is," she said. "The one on the bed still has his socks on. And a cowboy hat." The image played like a movie on the inside of her blindfold, and she began to add more detail to the fantasy as she gave herself up to the sensations produced by Neil's caressing fingers. The guy on the bed was a big fellow, and he really did have a big cock. He was licking his lips at her, stroking his balls with one hand and tugging slowly at his huge shaft with the other. The fellow in the corner was staring at Neil's hand busying itself in her cunt. He was holding his erect cock in his left hand and massaging the tip with the palm of his right. Susana's excitement mounted as the image intensified, and she felt her juices flooding out of her over Neil's probing fingers. Abruptly, he took his hand away. "Stand up," he said. He took the glass from her hand, helped her to her feet, drew her one pace forward of the chair. "They're still watching," he said, and she felt his hands at her waist, unbuttoning her skirt. He let it fall, then pulled down her half-slip and helped her to step free of both garments. The movie in her mind wavered, then steadied again and she imagined the guy on the bed sitting up to see better. Neil pulled her top over her head, carefully so as not to disturb the blindfold, and unhooked her bra. Her nipples hardened as his lips and tongue caressed her right breast, then her left. "They want you," he said. "So do I." He took her hand, pressed it palm first against the front of his trousers. She traced the outline of his erection with her fingers. "I want you, too," she said. "All three of you." Neil released her hand. "Show us," he said. "Show us how much you want us. Touch yourself. Show us." Susana thrust her pelvis towards the imagined figure on the bed, ran the fingers of her right hand over her breasts, and worked her left hand inside her knickers and down between her legs. "Go on," said Neil. "We want to see you do it." She spread her knees slightly, arched her back and worked away at her sopping slit with her fingers, as in her mind's-eye the guy with the big cock moved down to sit on the end of the bed in front of her, his tool jutting enormously from between his legs, and the one in the chair stood up and moved closer, rhythmically milking his dick. "Get down," Neil said. He took her arm, turned her to the left and pressed down on her shoulders. She sank to her knees and he grasped both her hands, placed them on the bare flesh of his hips. Susana ran her hands up and down his body and discovered that he had undressed completely. She groped for his cock, grasped it lightly and drew it into her mouth. "They're still watching," he said again, recalling her to the fantasy and encouraging her to play to her imagined audience. He was burning hot and trembling with lust, and his cock twitched and jerked as she nibbled and licked at the shaft, covering it with saliva, then teased at the tip with her tongue and finally pulled him deep into her throat. She imagined the guy on the bed leaning forward to watch more closely as Neil's prick slipped in and out of her mouth, imagined his big cock growing even bigger and harder, and found she really was performing for his imagined benefit. She dug her fingers into Neil's buttocks, pulled him closer and dived slowly on to him until there was no more of him to swallow. Then she pulled back, raised her head and said: "More cocks. I need more. More cocks." She bobbed her head again, hunting for Neil's tool, found it and resumed sucking. Neil laughed, said: "Do you think it's true, then? Do you think I'd get two other guys in here to help me fuck you nicely?" Mouth still crammed with cock, Susana nodded. Her head swam with the thought of Big Cock's hands on her hips, gripping her tightly as he worked his huge prick into her cunt from behind, and she felt a new flood of wetness drenching her knickers. She slurped and sucked at Neil's dick, reached out with her right hand towards where she pictured the bed to be, and imagined taking hold of the pole between Big Cock's legs. Her fingers encircled nothing, but she persisted with the fantasy, pumping at thin air. Then she remembered the other fellow, imagined him stepping around to the other side of her, began tugging at his imagined tool with her left hand. "That's right," said Neil. "Three cocks. All for you." He tangled his hands in her hair, steadying her head as he worked his cock in and out of her mouth. Susana whimpered, barely able to separate fantasy from reality as she pumped away at the imaginary dicks on either side of her. Suddenly there was a hand on her left wrist, an unfamiliar voice said, "Here," and thin air was replaced by a real, warm, pulsating prick. Susana froze, but only for an instant. So it WAS true. Her heart skipped a beat, settled into a faster rhythm, and she felt the blood pounding in her temples. Her hand closed around the new, anonymous cock and she whimpered again as Neil pressed deep into her mouth, then pulled all the way out of her and took his hands away from her head. "Give it back," she said. She groped blindly for him with her right hand, discovered that he had stepped around to that side. She ran her hand up his leg, grasped his spit-slippery dick and tried to pull him back to her mouth. "Wait," he said. She turned to her left, tugged at the new prick in an effort to bring it within reach of her lips. "Wait," said the unfamiliar voice. "Pump it," said Neil. "Pump that prick. Pump us both. Pump us. Pump us good." Susana pumped, her arms extended to either side of her and her hands at shoulder height, beating a steady rhythm . . . Pump it . . . pump it good . . . pump it . . . pump it r-r-real good . . . pump it, pump it, pump it. Then there was a hand under her chin, and another voice. "Eat this," it said, and she gasped as her lips were brushed with the hot, velvety tip of a third cock. She parted her lips, gasped again at the size of the newcomer as it invaded her mouth. Big Cock. She had seen pricks like this in blue movies, had wondered how the girls managed to get them in, even "deep-throat" them. It seemed she was about to find out. "Eat it," Big Cock said again. "Eat it all." Susana was more than willing to try, but doubted that it was possible. As near as she could tell, only the head of it was in her mouth so far, and already she felt crammed to capacity. She rolled her tongue around the tip, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and inched her lips down the warm, silky-smooth shaft. Big Cock placed a hand on either side of her head, pulled her steadily forward until she gagged on the tip of his prick, jammed tight in her windpipe, then began to rock her backwards and forwards, each time managing somehow to cram another few millimetres of meat into her mouth. "Hey," said Neil, reminding her of the tasks in hand, "what about us?" Since the arrival of Big Cock she had been neglecting her efforts in that direction, but now she resumed pumping at the pricks on either side of her, matching the rhythm to the regular bobbing of her head as Big Cock worked it back and forth, back and forth, over his incredible shaft. Susana's jaws ached, her arms ached, but she was aroused as never before and didn't want to stop. Finally, Big Cock pulled his dick from her mouth. "Time to fuck," he said. His strong hands slipped beneath her arms, lifted her to her feet. Neil and whoever the other guy was made no protest as she let go of their pricks. Apparently, Big Cock had taken charge of the proceedings. He pulled her towards him, his enormous tool digging into her stomach, and pressed her head against his massively muscled, hairless chest. Her mouth went hunting, found a tiny, erect nipple. She flicked it with her tongue, hunted for the other one and gave it the same treatment. She pushed a hand between them, grasped his cock and explored it with her fingers. There was no way she could swallow all of that; for all her efforts, and his, she can't have had more than about two-thirds of it in her mouth. Big Cock pried her hand from his dick, spun her around and held her tightly from behind, his fingers teasing at her nipples. Somebody's hands ran up the outside of her thighs to her waist, took hold of the waistband of her knickers, and peeled them down her legs. She stepped out of them. A hand slipped between her thighs, urged them apart and slid up to her crotch. She spread her knees and arched her back, pressing her shoulders into Big Cock's chest and thrusting her pelvis forward as questing fingers rummaged in her juice-slick crack. "That's enough," said Big Cock after a few moments. "Lay her across the bed." The teasing fingers withdrew, two strong hands gripped her behind the knees, and she was lifted into the air, carried a short distance and deposited face-up on the bed. A hand brushed her lips. Then there were hands all over her, caressing her throat, her breasts, her belly, her legs. Someone urged her knees up and apart, and a tongue darted into her cunt. Someone else kissed her on the mouth, slithering his tongue deep inside as her lips parted. A mouth closed over her right breast, sucked at her swollen nipple. Another tongue lapped at her navel, licked its way up to her left nipple. Another tongue? That made four! Susana's mind reeled. Just how many of these guys were there? She reached to pull off the blindfold, but somebody grabbed her hand. "Naughty," said another unfamiliar voice. "That stays on until Neil says it can come off." Susana relaxed, gave herself up to the sensations produced by caressing hands and probing tongues. The mouth at her cunt withdrew, the bed shook as somebody clambered up between her legs, and two arms hooked themselves behind her knees, lifted her legs high and apart. She felt the tip of a cock pressing between her legs, raised her hips to position the target, and moaned as it penetrated and she realised who it was. Big Cock. Three mouths and three pairs of hands continued to suck, tickle and tease around the rest of her erogenous zones, but she was barely aware of them. Almost all of her attention was centred between her legs, as her cunt stretched to its limit and the huge tool bored into her. Susana slipped her hand under whoever was ministering to her left breast, reached between her upflung legs and groped for the pole that was threatening so nicely to split her in two. It was so big she could barely close her hand around it, and although she felt it could go no deeper there was still a good hands-breadth of it outside. Big Cock had no intention of stopping, either. He pulled out of her, worked the tip of his cock up and down her slit to lubricate it, then fitted himself once more into her cunt and thrust in slowly but relentlessly until she cried out. Again, Susana tested his progress with her fingers. Still about five centimetres to go. She wanted it all, took a deep breath, and whispered furiously: "Do it. Fuck me, fuck you." Big Cock wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulled back halfway and then rammed into her. Susana felt she was being torn apart, but it didn't matter. "Go on," she said. "Fuck me. Split me. Fuck me." She began a muttered chant, "Fuck me, fuck me, split me, fuck me," and Big Cock settled into a steady rhythm, in, out, in, out, in, out, in time with it. Susana groped for the bodies on either side of her, found they were crouched on their knees on the bed, and worked her hands between their legs to find their pricks. They rose up on their knees, and she began pumping their cocks to the same beat, still chanting. "Fuck me, FUCK me, FUCK me." The fourth guy (were there still only four?) put a hand under her neck, raised her shoulders high off the bed and jammed a couple of pillows under them. Her head flopped back, and she felt the bed give as he clambered up on to it. "FUCK me, FUCK me, FUCK me," she chanted, until she was stopped by the fourth cock working its way into her mouth. This was the fuck to end all fucks, she thought. Big Cock was pounding away at her over-stretched pussy, her busy hands tugged, pumped and pulled at pricks two and three, and number four was trying to tamp her tonsils down her throat. She sucked, slurped, pumped, bucked her hips, and suddenly she was coming. Big Cock changed his rhythm, stroking longer, faster, harder, and Susana thrashed her captive legs as the tide of orgasm swept over her. It was a giant of a climax, wave after wave of it, and there was no rest when it was over. Number four was making short, stabbing movements with his cock, just the tip of it inside her mouth. Number two had his hand wrapped around hers and was fucking her fist. Number three leaned forward until the tip of his tool was directly above her right breast. He was growing noticeably harder as she pumped him, and she sensed he was close to coming. Meanwhile, the big cock in her cunt seemed to be drilling deeper into her with every thrust. Susana raised her head, sucked number four further into her mouth, followed as he drew away and was gratified when he altered pace to a steady, deep stroking. She allowed her head to drop back, sucked avidly at his tool as it churned away in her mouth. Number three was coming. His cock jerked in her hand, and she heard him making choking noises. She gripped tighter, stroked faster. He stiffened, groaned, and she felt warm sperm splashing on to her breast. She eased her grip, slid her hand over the tip of his cock in time to catch the next surge of sperm, then used it as lubricant, spreading it down and around the shaft then squeezing tighter and pumping faster to milk the last drops from his balls. He softened rapidly, and she laughed to herself with satisfaction as he slipped from her grasp and apparently rolled off the bed. Now she had a free hand, she could devote some extra attention to number four. She reached over her head, dug her fingers into his backside and showed him how to match the pace of his mouth-fucking to the efforts of Big Cock at the other end. In moments she had them stroking in unison, in and out together, both of them digging so deep that she wondered stupidly whether they would meet somewhere in the middle. Number two was coming. He stopped fist-fucking, took his hand away from hers and half-turned towards her head as he shuffled nearer on his knees. Susana squeezed his balls, then resumed milking his dick. It hardened and lengthened in her hand, poked closer to her throat. She pressed hard with her thumb on the soft underside as it spasmed, counted ten more strokes and then released the pressure. Warm semen jetted against her upturned chin, trickled past her cock-filled lips and down her cheek, and soaked into the blindfold. She re-directed the hose in her hand, pumped again, and more juice spurted over her throat, from where it dribbled slowly into her ear and on into her hair. It tickled, and the air reeked of sperm. Susana gave the softening dick in her hand a final tug for good measure, let go and wiped her spermy hand on her hip. Number two flopped back on the bed and lay there, breathing noisily. Two down, two to go. Big Cock hauled his dick from her cunt, leaving a yawning, aching void between her legs. "Turn over," he said. Number four pulled out of her mouth, and Big Cock rolled her over on to her stomach, put his hands under her hips and heaved her into a hands and knees position. He laid his enormous prick in the cleft between her buttocks, and she realised suddenly that he was going to try the other entrance. The prospect of all that cock forcing its way into her tiny, virgin bottom hole filled her with dread but, before she could protest, number four had her by the ears and was worming his dick back into her mouth, cutting off any attempt at speech. Then number two and number three were swarming all over her again, their hands roaming from breast to thigh, to back, to freshly vacated cunt, and she became almost delirious with fresh arousal. "Poop-ip-pimm," she burbled around the cock in her mouth. "Peev. Poop-ip-pimm." Number four lifted her head off his tool. "What?" he said. She turned her head, spoke over her shoulder to Big Cock. "Please," she pleaded. "Put it in." Big Cock spread her cheeks with his thumbs, sawed his prick up and down the cleft from belly to spine to belly and back to spine, placed the tip squarely against her back door and pushed. Susana hunted again for number four's cock, crammed her mouth with it to prevent herself from crying out as the gigantic tool tried to wedge its way into her arse. Then the pressure stopped. She heard Big Cock muttering, "Maybe next time," and she gulped with relief as he changed his aim and bored back into her cunt. She pressed back against him, urging his pole to its greatest depth yet, and sucked wildly at number four's cock. Number three wormed his head beneath her and chewed at her left nipple, number two squeezed and kneaded her right breast, and Big Cock grabbed her by the hips and fucked her furiously. She was coming again, and she shuddered out of control as the climax hit her. Dimly, through the black haze and silver sparks of orgasm, she felt Big Cock tense, felt his tool jerk as he emptied his load deep inside her, felt the warm fluid gushing out of her cunt and trickling down the inside of her thighs. Number four was coming, too. He made as if to lift her head from his cock, but she dived deeper onto him, worrying her lips right down to the base of his tool and taking the first powerful jet of sperm deep in her throat. She gagged, salty juice filling her mouth and flooding out past her lips, sucked eagerly and swallowed the next spurt. Big Cock continued to churn away at her cunt, and she came again, still sucking and pulling at number four with her lips and tongue until he had nothing left to give and dropped away from her. Big Cock pulled his softening tool from her cunt, wiped it on her buttocks, and she felt him slide off the bed. Number two and number three slipped away from her and she heard the four of them laughing softly. Exhausted, fucked to perfection, aching all over, she stretched out face-down on the bed and fell instantly asleep. When she woke, the blindfold was off, and Neil was snoring softly alongside her. There was no sign of the others, and she never found out who they were. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----