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Sue's 7th: Guess Who's Coming at Dinner 1/5 (orgy)
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my real life!
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GUESS WHO"S COMING AT DINNER, Part 1 of 5
by Sue
I want you to meet a few people. You've been such an exhilarating and
unexpected part of my life these past few weeks, and it's time to introduce
you.... Not to my folks, of course, or any of my other long-term
relationships. But there are a few people I've gotten to know only slightly,
yet I have a very keen sense that they are sexual adventurers, or that they
have a lot of potential for that. I can't say how I know that about them;
it's just a strong intuition, as if I could smell it on them whenever I have
come in contact with them. Some of them I know from my business, some of them
I have met socially. I've never spent more that an hour with any of them.
None of them has met any of the others. Yet I understand something about
them, something that connects us together, a secret society of libertines
that has yet to have a meeting.
Until this evening. I have invited all of them (and you, so much you) over to
my home for a dinner party. Despite the fact that they know me so little, all
have accepted the invite. Perhaps they smell it on me, and can't stay away.
It's a unspoken expectation of something thrilling, but no one really knows
if the others feel the same thing. I have told only you what I have in mind,
and we are the conspiratorial agents of what will to come this evening. We
know, and they can only guess. Maybe it will only be idle chat about politics
or the weather. Or perhaps their intuitions and fantasies, will be fulfilled
tonight.
There are to be ten of us, and tonight there is a beautiful gentle snow
falling through the velvet black sky. The guest arrive one at a time, and as
they shed their coats, I am struck by how easily identifiable each one is. Of
the men, one has a beard, one is bald, one has gray hair, one has a
pony-tail, and of course you are there. The women are, variously, a blond, a
redhead, a woman who is extra voluptuous, and a petite oriental. I announce
that tonight we will not use our real names, only these nicknames: for the
men -- Viking.... Shiny.... Silver.... Tail.... You.... and for the women --
Gold.... Fire.... Earth... Light... and Me. Then you explain that there will
be no talk of our occupations, or of the weather. It is forbidden this
evening. If anyone wants to talk, it must be about dreams and fantasies. "Not
to worry, no one will be hurt in any way," I explain, "the purpose of the
party is quite the opposite. Tonight, all of you will enjoy a grand feast for
your senses. Follow our instructions and you will not be sorry, and you will
not soon forget our feast
Presenting these people with new names, and stripping them of the sanctuary
of their old personae and their normal, vacuous social habits is
understandably disconcerting. And our ambiguous hints at what is to come are
mysterious at the very least. In particular, I notice that Tail and Gold seem
uptight, and I ask them if these rules are acceptable for tonight's party.
Their reluctance is quite plain, but they agree to stay, and to trust us. On
the other hand, Viking and Light have eagerness showing in their eyes, and
Fire is silently talking with a body language that is almost imperceptible,
but which I can translate without doubt. She is already getting sexually
excited. Her thighs are clenching and unclenching, and her hands are clasped
in front of her pubis, ever-so-lightly pressed onto her cunt as the insides
of her upper arms press inward, lifting her amble breasts up slightly. I'm
sure that this presses her nipples into the weave of her cashmere sweater.
There is no doubt in my mind that her panties are already getting damp. Mine
are.
Finally, having gained the ascent of all the guests, we all sit down on the
cushions scattered around the living room. To get the ball rolling, I will
describe a fantasy of mine. Lying on my back in the middle of the floor, I
proceed to describe what happened to us that warm night in the Caribbean. I
leave out no detail as I describe my tingling fears in the darkness that
night, my total abandonment, my animal lust, and the unbelievable orgasm. And
when I come to the point when the cloud cover breaks and I see you stroking
yourself, my audience gasps in surprise. I've been telling the story with my
eyes closed as I relive the moments, but now open my eyes and scan the faces
of our guests. Almost everyone has a light sheen of perspiration on their
brows, but that may be because I have turned up the thermostat to 75 degrees
(I'm planning ahead for a lot of nudity). But the men all have tented pants,
and the women's nipples point straight ahead through their blouses and
sweaters. I am certainly aroused by my own story, and by the act of sharing
it with these almost-strangers. And the warmth of the room is making me even
hotter, so I simply pull off my turtleneck and expose my erect nipples and
flushed breasts to the eager eyes of all. I feel proud to show off my body,
and equally proud to display my arousal.
As I begin to roll my nipples between my fingers, you announce that you would
like to share an erotic tale. And with that, you push some buttons on a
remote control. The 35" TV screen comes alive with the videotape that you
recorded in Geneva. The scene of me being shaved by the black woman in the
tub, and the scene of me being fucking the couple in room 5. There are other
parts of the tape showing me and you doing all kinds of wild and kinky
things. Some of these scenes I haven't viewed myself. I'm getting so turned
on watching this tape, and as I push my pants and panties down off my legs, I
look around to see that Fire has removed her sweater and is using it to rub
all over her breasts and up to her face. All of the men look uncomfortable,
which makes sense because their erections are trapped in their pants. "please
make yourselves as comfortable as I am," I request. An all follow this
suggestion. Shirts, pants, and underwear all go flying into a big pile
against the wall, and there is no doubt left in anyone's mind that this party
will be an orgy.
I roll out a large sheet of heavy white paper on the floor and ask Fire and
Silver to lie down on their backs with their heads along side each other's,
and their bodies in opposite directions. Silver is a little uneasy about
being the center of attention, but his erection doesn't diminish as he takes
up his position. Fire is raring to go, and she is so turned on. I have to
insist that she refrain from fondling her tits and you gently pull her hand
away from her crotch. As you do, her wet finger slides out from her cunt
lips, and you lick her juices from her finger.
As I pull out a few boxes from under the couch, I describe our first
activity. GROUP ART. Out of one of the boxes comes pastels crayons, and we
proceed to trace around Fire and Silver's bodies and to smear the pastels
into the paper. The men are circling Fire, and the women are around Silver.
There is no avoiding touching there bodies as we gradually fill in the paper
with swirls of color, and everyone becomes more and more daring, eventually
using the pastels to draw on our "models'" bodies.That's when I pull out the
finger paints, and before long, Fire and Silver are covered with glistening,
vibrant colors. My hands are the first to reach Silvers upraised erection,
and before I smear on the paint, I lean over and take the head of his cock
into my mouth and very softly suck as my hand paints his balls with a mix of
red and yellow paint. Then I let my lips rise off the tip of his cock,
sucking in a few drops of precome, and my mouth is replaced by the fluttering
hands of Light, who completely envelops Silvers throbbing cock with lavender
paint. As she slowly jacks him off, Gold is kissing Silver, and Earth is
rubbing her black paint into the gray hair on his chest, paying special
attention to his nipples. No longer shy, Silver is moaning and writhing,
spreading his legs apart and pushing his cock up into Light's small hands.
She holds her hands flat and rolls his cock between them as if she was making
a snake out of clay. The paint is a marvelous lubricant, and she kneads his
cock, working particularly on the head. I sit between his legs and reach in
between to work the paint into his large, hairy balls, and gently feel the
filled eggs in his scrotum. From here, I can look up along his heaving body
and the ministrations of the three women, and I can see Fires body being
painted by Viking, Shiny, Tail and You. Fire's whole body is a blaze with red
and yellow and purple colors, and two of you have securely trapped her hands
between your thighs, in an attempt to keep her from helping with the paint
job. She is in a trance, it appears, totally in the power of her rampant
sexuality. Her breasts and nipples are being rigorously swabbed by the two of
you who have her hands trapped, while the other two are massaging her inner
thighs and brush the paint into the folds of her cunt with their fingers. Now
Shiny accepts Fire's verbal demands and starts to rub the paint onto her
clitoris with increasing spead. It is two slippery for him to try to tweak
between his fingers, so he strums across her miniature clit-cock with his
thumb as Viking' thigh massage moves up and under her cunt, rubbing the
bright colors around the lips of her vagina and down around the puckered
entrance to her asshole. He takes his pinky and inserts it into her asshole
just up to the first knuckle and lets it vibrate.
It's hard for all you men to keep in contact with Fire since her body is
squirming and heaving. I can clearly see that she is going to have her
orgasm, and that reminds me to look down at Silver. His name is no longer
applicable, for he is now a swirling rainbow of glossy colors. He too is
about to come, and I let both of my hands rise up to the base of his cock and
pump up and down as Light continues with her clay snake dance on the hugely
swollen head of his cock.
Now they are both coming. Fire's hands finally pull free and she reaches down
to her knees and pulls them out and back under her as she arches her body up.
The men keep up their energetic manipulations of her breasts, clit, and
asshole as she bucks and throbs through an intense climax. Simultaneously,
Silver clenches his thighs in onto my hips and his his whole body clenches
and starts to flutter as his cock flexes rhythmically several times in the
grasp of the four hands. Then several streams of his come shoot out of the
multicolored tip of his cock and arc up onto his chest, mixing with the slimy
paint that Earth is still smearing into his chest. Gold lifts her head up
from Silver's lips and turns her head down toward his cock, catching one jet
of come on her chin, and then correcting her position so that the last jet
lands on her outstretched tongue. She eagerly swallows this, and then leans
over to Earth, who licks the drooling come off her chin.
Silver and Fire are sent off to the showers .... separate showers, so that
they won't be delayed too long. The rest of us roll up the paper and quickly
clean ourselves at the sink with the pile of towels I have left out. Only two
of the ten of us have had any part of our hunger satisfied, and the night is
still young. Dinner is yet to be served. You and I have so many other
"projects" planned for this group, and no one will leave here unsatisfied. I
promise.
To be continued.
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