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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.



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