Surprise Party
by
Shaded Voice
Dorothy strode into the club happily and confidently on Jim's arm. She was wearing the new hat her parents had given her for her 22nd birthday. Jim was treating her nicer than he ever had, now that he had finally made supervisor down at the plant. She never dreamed he would bring her to her favorite club on her special night. They sat in a booth right on an outside corner where they could see every part of the dance floor. They had a clear view of the bandstand too, or at least as clear a view as could be had through the cigar and cigarette smoke. The band was hotter than ever. She had a secret crush on Billy Sticks, the drummer, and his distinctive way of playing. She tried not to look at him, but her false lashes bowed to him as soon as she was seated. He winked back. The lead trumpet player smiled at her between phrases, a red half-moon on his upper lip where he had been kissing his horn all night. No one screamed like Johnny Z.
Jim asked Dorothy what she wanted to drink. The cocktail girl was there already and she hadn't noticed. "Oh, just a cold beer, please," she answered sweetly. Jim repeated the order and ordered one for himself as well. He put his hand on Dorothy's thigh and removed his Fedora as Fiorino stepped forward from the row of sax players. Dorothy shifted in her seat. The slit in her dress fell open, exposing the top of her dark stockings and Jim's hand covered the edge. Her mouth fell open too as a haunting solo oozed out of Fiorino's tenor sax and wet the silk of her panties.
The waitress came by with her glass of beer, which she sipped. Then David came by. "Dot! I heard it was your birthday! Happy birthday, baby! Wanna dance?" She glanced at Jim, who smiled and helped her unpin her hat and place it on the table. She danced a vigorous swing with David, smiling and laughing and conversing, then returned to the table more energized than before and kissed Jim.
"Thank you for bringing me here tonight, Darling."
"My pleasure, Sweetheart."
"I hope you'll ask me to dance someti-"
"Dotty! Jim!" It was Stephen and Gloria. Gloria and Dorothy kissed the air near each other's faces and the two newcomers sat down at the booth, Gloria by Jim, Stephen by Dorothy. "Happy birthday, Darling! Has this clod asked you to marry him yet?"
"Why should he? I wouldn't say 'yes' if he did!"
All four laughed.
"Are we dancing or just gossiping and smoking?" Stephen suggested.
All four rushed to the floor after Dorothy refreshed herself with a gulp of beer. Gloria spun and ended up in Jim's arms. Stephen grabbed Dorothy's hand and they all danced the rest of the jumping number the band was playing. When the number changed to a ballad featuring a trombone solo by a tall dark man Dorothy didn't know but couldn't stop looking at, they switched partners and Jim pushed himself as close to Dorothy as he could.
"You having a good time tonight?" he whispered.
"Lovely," she cooed, "absolutely perfect!" and she pressed her leg into his groin as he swept her across him and then wiggled her eyebrows as they looked into each other's eyes.
"I have a surprise for you later," he beamed. His grin was uncontainable.
"I bet I know what it is," she beamed back.
"I bet you don't!" he almost laughed and his dimple began to show again.
They danced with each other and with friends until the club closed. She had no idea what time it was but her feet and legs were sore all the way to the middle of her back from dancing in heels, her eyes stung from the smoke and she was feeling a little tipsy from all the beers she had drunk just to quench her thirst. Gloria drove off by herself and waved.
They walked right past his Packard and up an extra half block to a nearby hotel. "What's this? Where are we going?" she protested.
"The gang pitched in on a birthday present for you," Jim said, slightly nervous now.
"A night at a hotel? How sweet!"
"No, that's my present to you. The present from the gang—the surprise—is inside." He led her past the front desk, up the stairs, took off his necktie. "I need to blindfold you so it's a surprise." He helped her take her hat off once again, covered her eyes and tied the necktie tightly behind her head. "Can you see anything?"
"Not a thing! Why the blindfold? I don't see it now, I'll see it in a minute. What's with the cloak and dagger?"
"You'll see."
"No, I won't, I'm wearing a blindfold."
"Very cute." She heard the skittering of a brass key in a substantial lock, a latch retracting, hinges creaking, felt him take her hand and lead her into a space that sounded smaller, but also more crowded. There was a boozy sweaty smell. This couldn't be a hotel room. It was full of people. Was there a party here? A cake? At this hour?
There was a door closing sound. Jim started kissing her and unbuttoning her dress. She knocked his hands away and stepped backward. "Not in front of all these people, Jim."
"What people?"
"The people I can hear and smell. Uh, hi everyone! Welcome to the party! Sorry about the floor show, but you didn't really want that anyway, right?" She started to untie the blindfold. "Gloria, Stephen, David, Roberta…whoever's coming out of a cake naked tonight it's not me." She got the blindfold all the way off. She looked around. Gloria wasn't there. Roberta wasn't there. The room was full of men. And she was the only one dressed. Well, besides Jim, who was undressing and nearly naked.
"Jim! What is this?!" She covered her eyes. "Help me put this blindfold back on!" Everyone laughed. She laughed. "What are all these people doing here? What are all these MEN doing here?! Naked?!!"
He did help her put the blindfold back on. Despite the blindfold her hands were over her eyes and she was bending down hiding her eyes. "This is your wildest dream, Honey," Jim said patiently and laughing.
"Um, yes, wild it is. Dream! Yes, that it is too. What in the hell is going on?!"
"They're here for you to do whatever you want."
Dorothy tried to calm down. In the few seconds she had looked around the room she had not seen all of the people whom she had expected to see, but she had seen a few who were actually there…their friends Stephen and David and Richard and Charlie with whom she had been dancing. But who else had she seen? Was that really Billy Sticks? Fiorino? Johnny Z.? The beautiful tall dark trombone player too? "Jim, get over here!" She sat on the bed and gestured. Now she whispered. "Jim is this serious?" She tried not to show her excitement, the erectness of her nipples, the puffiness and wetness of her pussy, the gooseflesh on her arms and legs, the hair standing up on her spine from her ass to the top of her head.
Someone put on some music, not too loud. Someone else offered her a drink, putting the crystal tumbler into her fist firmly. She gulped it blindly, not worrying about what it was.
"It's serious, baby," Jim said, "Happy birthday."
Someone else whispered in her ear, "Happy birthday." She wasn't sure who it was. But it made a thrill run up her leg and made her pussy tingle. Then two voices whispered "happy birthday", then five, then eight. She lost count. She lost the ability to resist. Her legs and her mind turned to jelly. Was this gin or magic she was drinking? Someone unbuttoned her dress. Someone took off her shoes and rubbed her feet at the same time. Then someone was rubbing both of her sore legs at the same time. Four hands were doing that. Her silk panties got dark and soaked. She felt her slip and girdle come off. She was beginning to lose track of what she was wearing now and where she was being touched. She started to feel like she was floating. Floating as if borne on a thousand strong hands to a cloud where she was squeezed by pressure all around, massaged, kneaded, stroked.
Her ass was caressed and stroked. Fingers went inside the back of her panties and she moaned and convulsed. Her back and arms felt the fingers too. And her shoulders and head. Then her brazier suddenly snapped. The clasp was released. At least six hands that had been stroking the thick padded silk cups began eagerly stroking the now unprotected sensitive flesh. Breast flesh gently squeezed and stroked, nipples pressed, flicked, then squeezed, prodded, turned, twisted, pulled. Something was flicking at the tip of her clitoris through the thick silk of her wet panties too. It surprised her. Dorothy arched her back and tried to control the flailing of her arms as an orgasm tore through her. Someone else controlled her arms for her. She was grateful. She liked losing control like this. Having someone else in control. Some six or eight or a dozen someones in control, even. Jim knew her better than she thought.
"Oh my god, oh my god," she whispered, "take my panties off and fuck me! Someone fuck me hard!" It felt good to say it. It felt slutty and wonderful and liberating and it almost made her cum again just to say it.
"Jim," she said loudly, "Jim, get over here!"
"Yes, I'm here," he whispered.
"I want to keep my blindfold on, but I want you to tell me who's fucking me, okay?"
"Okay, baby."
"And protect me, please. Don't let anyone hurt me permanently or trap me; you know how I don't like feeling trapped."
"I'll be by you."
"You know what I need, Jim," she confided, "help me, please. Help me." Then she turned over and surrendered herself to what seemed to her an ocean of male flesh, her arms stretched straight out from her sides, her legs split, her back arched slightly and writhing slowly, her knees tucked a little, ass out, pussy glistening, only her stockings and jewelry still clinging to her tingling skin.
She felt something hard and hot and fleshy brushing her face and she opened her mouth. It was a cock, as she suspected. She sucked it and tapped with her fingers at where she had heard Jim's voice. He whispered, "That's Fiorino's cock you're sucking. He's thick and dark and uncircumcised and has huge balls and he's getting ready to hold the back of your head." A sudden surge of energy coursed through her and her nipples ached as she imagined swallowing a load of this sensitive sax player's cum. She started to suck him eagerly and energetically when she felt him grab her hair, slowing her down, controlling the thrusting of her mouth over his challenging member. Then he held her head completely still and he did all the thrusting, fucking her face forcefully, demandingly, strongly. She surrendered and drew strength from him, resisting just enough to make him push her. She relished his discipline. She drew secret pleasure from his moan when he nearly lost his control as she tickled the underside of his cock with the tip of her tongue and then he tugged her hair sharply.
Suddenly a cock penetrated her soaked pussy from behind. Her eyes burst open but the blindfold prevented her from getting the query to Jim. She moaned a deep gurgling moan against Fiorino's dick. Jim whispered in her ear, "that's Charlie doggying you. He shaves his pubes and has a long thin pink circumcised cock." This he didn't need to tell her. She could already feel the tip of his cock poking at the deepest part of her cunt and it was scratching an itch that hadn't been scratched in a long time. She wrestled her ass against him to feel the thickness of his shaft against the sides of her slippery cunt walls. She clenched and struggled. Fiorino held her hair tightly and grunted in resistance, then pulled out and splashed hot fizzy cum all over her nose, lips, cheeks, chin, neck, collar bones and tits. Dorothy licked her lips and swallowed and panted for air. Fiorino grunted more and continued cumming. "Fuck!" Dorothy exclaimed out of breath, "You have more? Let me suck it out!" And she plunged her face down over his tip and sucked the juice out of his pumping convulsing cock as he cursed and shouted and held her head still.
Charlie's thrusts became more and more insistent, nearly ramming his pubic bone up her asshole, his balls swinging against her pussy lips, until he too lost control and unloaded a storm of cum deep inside her as he cursed and called her a fucking slut and made her ass shake and her pussy clench harder with orgasm. Dorothy nearly lost control of that one, but she sent her mind away to a distant cloud and watched herself from a distance, saw it as just one orgasm of many, wondered how much pleasure she could allow herself to have without doing any damage and managed to have the best orgasm she had ever had up to that point without passing out. Or maybe sending her mind away was passing out, she wasn't sure. When her mind came back, there was man cum from her nose to her nipples and from her clit to mid-thigh and she was still breathing. Jim was doing his job.
She felt her body roll over, her head roll back, a body under her, a body on top of her, a cock slide into her mouth and down her throat with her head back and her throat straight as if she were a sword swallower. A cock struggled to slide into her asshole, one slid suddenly into her cunt. Her fists were full of cocks. Jim told her who was who, what was where, but she couldn't hear or remember. She was all holes and all holes were full of men, that was a about all she cared about in that state. The air was full of grunting and moaning and cursing, some of it hers. She bucked against all the thrusting and fucking, but there were five of them and only one of her. Whoever was in her cunt was thick and kept hitting her g-spot and it was making her legs kick hard. She was about to cum hard. Immediately. And she did. She thought she was screaming, but couldn't tell because her throat was full of cock. Then cum. Then gagging and choking. She was cumming again and cum was everywhere from the two cocks in her hands. Her arms and tits and stomach were covered. Cum was shooting into her cunt and ass and back out again around the cocks buried in those holes. She was cumming again and again and again and she didn't want those cocks to leave her. Luckily there were more.
Good old Jim had saved her from almost certain death from choking to death on a shooting cock. Now he was under her, soothing her raw nipples, her back to him. That certainly felt like his cock sliding against her slippery messy cunt, too. "I'm here for you now baby. I'm going to fuck you from behind. Trevor's going to fuck you too."
"Who's Trevor?"
"Bone."
"Huh?"
"Trombone."
"Oh god yes!" and she tore off the blindfold, wanting to see this man. He was getting on top of her, his lean dark face over hers. She reached down and grabbed his cock. Jim was already inside her pussy from behind. She didn't care. She pulled her knees to her shoulders, relaxed her pelvic muscles and guided his beautiful firm cock into her juiced cunt alongside her boyfriend's and then ground herself down against both of them with a nasty look in her eye, her teeth bearing down, savoring the delicious pressure of two cocks filling her pussy. "Fuck me Trevor!" she growled, "fuck me nasty if you're a man. Fuck me until there's nothing left inside you and no emptiness left in me."
Seven men sat and stood around watching the duel take place unseen inside Dorothy's tight little pussy. Some of them knew firsthand how tight it was. Some only guessed. Some of them stroked themselves watching. Trevor changed angles and adjusted the position of his hands, then changed his mind and supported himself on Dorothy's shoulders instead. "Yes, hold me down," she whispered, "Don't let me fly away from pleasure." Trevor's eyes never left hers. The knotted necktie hung around her neck. She held his wrists. They both bit their bottom lips as each thrust shook her body and made her turn red and curse. With some thrusts, Jim's cock slid against his side-by-side; with others they slid together back-to-back. For a moment, they thrust in unison, then alternating. The thrusting became faster, more manic, harder, until it was frenzied, sweat droplets hitting random men observing close by. One of the men jerking off nearby spewed cum, hitting Dorothy's face. She licked at it, arched her back, made Trevor grunt more loudly, then Jim, then another man spurted, then another round of louder grunting. Trevor's eyes widened and his thrusting hitched, then he thrust again, hesitated and Dorothy convulsed with a shout as she felt his hot load burst inside her and splash out onto her thighs, followed by Jim's. Suddenly she was a messier cum slut than she had ever imagined and she reached down to claim the geyser of man juice between her legs. She licked at her handfuls and the men were still cumming! Both of them shouting, writhing under her and on top of her, sweaty and sticky, all that fluid belonging to her, making her cum again and again and again. Another man in the crowd let go with a stream of cum and she lunged at him with a snarl, catching most of it in her mouth. She had never felt so perfectly animal before. She wanted this never to stop. But soon Jim and Trevor began to flinch uncontrollably. As her second orgasm stopped, they withdrew in panic, oversensitive, ticklish, out of control. She lay on the bed panting, stroking her clit to a third orgasm, her knees spread wide, her shoulders heaving up and down, almost laughing.
Nine men stood around her wide-eyed and completely satisfied and she wanted more. "Who's ready to go again?" she teased.