2 comments/ 109039 views/ 6 favorites After The Party: Dana By: Quiet_Cool Dana looked at me with a strange twinkle in her eye, one that I knew was in part due to the alcohol we'd been drinking, and I knew she was serious. The fact that she was drunk wasn't really a problem for me; I was pretty lit as well. That she might not really want to do it, that was something I was concerned about. She smiled, her face lighting up, and in that moment, she was all I saw. I couldn't see the people around us or hear their voices. I didn't hear the radio playing in the background. I saw her eyes and her smile and thought, I can't say no, not to her, not looking at her right now. Was she beautiful? Oh, yes. She was about five-six, with an athletic body shape, slightly wide hips and breasts a little smaller than average. She had long brown hair and blue eyes that jumped out at you. And she was one of the nicest people I have ever met. And, although I felt it was wrong to take advantage of her at this point, I couldn't stop myself. When she smiled, I couldn't stop myself from smiling back. "So," she whispered. "Do you want to?" "Are you serious?" She nodded and smiled again, this time blushing and dropping her eyes for a moment, then raising them to meet mine again. My own smile widened just seeing it, and I dropped my head in imitation, without even thinking about it. When she raised her head again, her cheeks were still red, but she kept eye contact and I thought, Yes, she's serious. "Okay," I whispered to her, nodding. She smiled again, and this time, I lowered my head, blushing. By the time I had raised my head again, she was leaning closer, her head tilting to kiss me. I met her lips with mine, kissing softly at first. It wasn't what she had in mind, though. She pressed hers as tightly against mine as she could and drove her tongue between them and into my mouth only a second or two after they met. Instinctively, I raised my hands to her sides and gripped her tightly there, feeling how firm her stomach was for the first time. She worked out fairly often, and I could feel the tightness in her body as my fingers moved over her. Her hands followed suit, each finding my ribs on their respective sides, fingertips squeezing. I kissed her back, trying to meet her level of aggression. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and we twined the two together, taking turns sucking on them. When we pulled apart, I raised my hands to her face and cupped her cheeks, pressing my lips to hers once more before moving my right hand out of the way and kissing her lightly beneath the chin. I was working my way to her neck then, kissing lightly across the skin, barely feeling the contact. When I reached her neck, I snaked my tongue out and ran it from her collarbone to her ear lobe, then back down again, then traced the action with my lips, kissing and sucking the saliva trail that my tongue had left. Her hands found my belt then, and in a moment, the buckle was undone and her hands were undoing the button. I dropped mine to her sides again, where they remained for only a few seconds before sliding up her body to each cup a breast. My zipper was down by then, and one hand reached beneath the waistline of my boxer briefs to wrap around my quickly hardening penis. She stroked it slowly, her free hand gripping my shirt in a bunch and pulling at it as she began to lay back. I followed her lead, not letting her skin escape my lips. Once she was on her back, put my weight on my hands and knees, balancing it just above her, leaving just enough room for that hand to keep working my member. I raised my head to kiss her lips again, driving my tongue deep and having it met immediately by hers. I lowered my weight onto one elbow and put the other hand back to work on her breasts, gripping one tightly, finding the nipple through the fabric of her shirt and bra both, pinching it lightly, then moving it to the other. Her hand's pace sped up a little then, and I decided to give those breasts a little more attention. I reached the hand down, pulled the shirt up above her breasts with it, then raised my weight enough that she could lift herself up for me to pull the shirt over her head. A moment later, we were kissing again, my and her hands both back to their previous tasks. After a moment, I lowered my hand to work at the button of her jeans. In a few seconds, both the button and the zipper were undone. I looked up, shifting my glance around the room at the others. The party had been long and fast paced, and most of them were totally out of it, either drunk and passed out or too wasted to know what was going on around them. A few were still with it, late arrivals like I had been. They watched us carefully, eyes locked on our forms. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling it loose and tossing it to the side, intentionally hitting one of our spectators with it. When he picked it up and looked at me, I winked, letting him know that watching was cool. That was what she wanted, after all, to be watched. She pulled at my shirt, and I raised my arms over my head to make removing it easier for her. She tossed it mindlessly, then reached up to me and pulled me back on top of her again, her breasts pressing into my chest. I kissed her long and hard, our tongues wrapping around one another's again, then found her breast with my hand and started to squeeze and pinch it again as I returned my lips to her neck and shoulders. Her hand was working over time, stroking my penis with a speed that was a little too rough to be comfortable. I could tolerate it, though, for the moment. I lowered my head to her breasts and started to run my tongue up and down between them before taking turns sucking and lapping at her nipples. They were already alert, pointing upward at the ceiling at perfect attention. After a moment, of this, she reached up to my hair and pulled at it lightly, causing me to raise my head and look to her. "Are they watching?" She whispered. I nodded. She let go of my hair and smiled. I leaned back then, reaching beneath her hips and pulling at the waist of her pants and drawing the jeans off of her hips and halfway down her thighs in one good pull. She used both hands to help me pull them off, pushing up at the waist of them while I pulled at them from the ankles. In a few moments, they were laying on the floor next to Delilah, who lay passed out, looking less asleep than dead with her face pale and her mouth open. I went back to kissing Dana's chest again, then really working at the nipples, sucking them into my mouth as hard as I could and rubbing my tongue against them. She let me do this for a few seconds, then took hold of my neck and pulled me up until I was face to face with her. I opened my mouth to question her, but her hands were already pushing down at the waist of my own pants. I quickly pushed them down to my knees, then sat down and pulled them off. I tossed them aside, watching them land on Dana's jeans, the leg actually slapping Delilah in the chest as they hit. Delilah didn't so much as twitch. I sat still for a moment, watching Delilah with sudden concern. She'd been sleeping there for almost two hours and nobody'd gone over to check on her, and she was a heavy drinker. The sudden idea that something might be wrong clutched at me, made my heart seem to stop in my chest. I relaxed when I saw her chest rise and fall in a heavy breath. I looked over to where Dana had been, but she was right next to me then, gripping my shoulders with her hands and throwing one leg across my lap, straddling me. I looked up to her and smiled. She pressed her mouth against mine and started driving her tongue in again, this time pulling mine into her mouth and sucking on it. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her body forward, grinding her privates against mine through the thin fabric of our underwear. I could feel the dampness sinking through the fabric of her panties as it sank in turn through the fabric of my boxer briefs. She caught on to my intentions and voluntarily started to grind against me. I broke our lips apart long enough to let out a long pent-up groan, then raised my left hand to her head and pulled her lips back to mine again, my right hand pressed against the carpet to help balance my weight as I ground my privates upward toward hers. She gasped as the tip of my penis poked at her vagina through the combined restraints of our underwear and pressed her weight down harder, as if we could fuck each other through the fabric. I let my weight rest on the floor again, leaving her to do all the grinding for a moment, and dropped my hands to the waistband of her panties, pulling at them. She wrapped her arms around my head and held my head in place, kissing me harder as she ground harder against me. I tried to pull the panties down, but given how tightly we were pressed together, I couldn't get them past the arch of her butt. She kept grinding as though unaware of what I was trying to do. I gripped her hips, trying to still her. She fought me for a few seconds, then pulled her head back a little and looked to me in question. I pulled at her underwear again, hoping to get the point across that way. "No," she said, shaking her head quickly, "Not yet. The condoms are in my purse." "Where's your purse?" "The bedroom," she responded. I glanced in the direction of the bedroom, then glanced around the room again. There were still about eight people passed out here and there, but the rest were all awake and watching, six of them, none moving, as though if they did, we would see them and lose interest in what we were doing. Instead of insisting further, I got another idea. I wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled her onto her back again, then managing to get her underwear down without effort. She looked at me, surprised and a little defiant, as it must have appeared I was going to try to fuck her anyway. I paused, the underwear at her knees, and flipped my tongue at her, wiggling the tip a little. She relaxed, realizing what I intended to do, then smiled and nodded. I pulled them over her ankles and tossed them aside, hitting Belinda square in the nose with them. The girl pulled them from her face and opened her mouth to protest, but stopped short when she saw Dana smiling at her, her cheeks becoming flush. Belinda smiled back, blushing as well, and the irritation was abated that easily. I realized later that was where contact had been made, that was where it had gone from the two of us being spied on to us being watched because we wanted to be watched. I didn't ponder the thought then, though. I just pushed Dana's legs apart and buried my face between them, driving my tongue as deep into her vagina as I could get it and darting it in and out. She gasped at first, then moaned lightly and gripped the back of my head, holding it in place. I licked for all I was worth, dipping my tongue in and out, curling the tip of it as I withdrew it an attempt to explore as much as her vagina as I could with my tongue. Now and again, I would run my tongue up toward her clit and lick lap at it a few times through the hood before returning to her vagina again. I rounded the lips, kissed her thighs, and probed her repeatedly. After a few minutes, I had her breathing fast and heavy, broken here and there by a whimper or a moan, or by silence, her breath catching in her throat or lungs. I started on her clit then, which had swelled and pressed its way from behind its hood and was out in the open. When I first touched it, she drew in a hitching breath, then whimpered loudly and dug her fingers into the back of my head. I kept at it, licking slowly at first, then taking a quick dip into her vagina and going back to licking again. After about half a minute, I abandoned her vagina altogether and went at her clit full blast, flicking my tongue against it with all the speed I could get behind it, sucking it into my mouth for a few seconds at a time and holding it between my lips while my tongue worked it from inside. After a few minutes of intense work, I lifted my head and glanced around at the others, who sat with their eyelids peeled back and their attentions focused solely on us. Even Delilah, who'd been in a near coma a few minutes ago, was sitting up and looking at us with a distant interest (which, in her state, was more than I could have guessed her capable of), her eyes looking dreamy but locked on us, nonetheless. They had moved closer as well, and were creating a horseshoe around us, a crowd of twelve, half of them close enough to reach out and touch us without difficulty. I only had a moment to see all this before Dana's hand found the back of my head again and pushed my mouth back between her thighs again. This time, she folded her legs behind it to keep me from pulling away again. I wasn't complaining. I just went back to work, licking her clit from outside and inside my mouth alike and working her into frenzy in only a few minutes time. She began bucking her hips upward and grinding her privates against my lips and tongue, moaning loudly, then catching her breath and holding it, then moaning again. Her efforts were distracting, and I gripped her hips tightly with my hands in attempt to hold her down, to keep my tongue in proper enough position to finish what I'd started. After she settled and let her legs rest on the floor again, I raised my head, wiped my lips clean and leaned up to kiss her. She smiled and said, "Okay. Now the condoms." "C'mon," I said, getting to my knees and reaching down to help her up. "Let's finish this in the bedroom." She accepted my help, and when we were up, followed me into the room, waving for those that watched us to follow. Some got up immediately, some looked to each other questioningly. I'm not sure who all followed then, but I think all of them found their ways in eventually. There were three people in the bedroom, two guys asleep on the floor and Mary, who'd thrown the party, resting comfortably on the right side of the bed. The guys were dressed in their regular clothes, whatever they'd passed out in, but Mary had changed to sleep, or at least undressed. She lay on one side, wearing a pair of white panties and a white T-shirt with a beer logo on the front. For a brief moment, I couldn't pull my eyes away from the girl, especially in my aroused state. I was temporarily mesmerized by the way her underwear gripped her narrow hips and accentuated her butt. The T-shirt clung tightly to her small but perky breasts, making me appreciate exactly how well shaped the girl actually was. Her face was hidden by her shoulder-length black hair, but I knew she was plenty pretty enough for any guy. Dana went straight to the closet and started rummaging through her purse, which hung in there next to her jacket. She pulled out a three pack, took one from the box, then tossed it on the bed and put the box back in her purse. She climbed onto the bed, walked halfway to the head on her knees, then turned to face me and dropped onto her hands and knees. Mary bounced lightly as she did this but didn't stir. She crawled back until she was at the foot of the bed, then raised one hand and motioned for me to come closer. I walked over and stopped at the foot. She smiled up at me and reached into my boxer briefs again, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and stroking it slowly. I reacted immediately, beginning to harden the second her fingers touched. After only a few strokes, she pulled my underwear down to about mid-thigh, held my half-erect penis in one hand and licked the tip a few times before pulling her hand away and sucking the head into her mouth. I closed my eyes, feeling them rolling around behind the lids, and rocked my head back. She sucked just the head and stroked the shaft slowly, using her hand not just to stroke but to hold my penis in place as it hardened, keeping it so it pointed forward instead of upward. I was breathing hard already, more inspired by what she would or might do than what she was doing. I looked down at her. She must have taken that as a sign to go further; she removed her hand and pushed her lips down the shaft until they met with pubic hair, sucking harder as she pulled her lips back to meet the head again. She sucked the head for a moment, then started to bob her head slowly up and down the shaft, tightening her lips as they reached the base and sucking harder as she pulled her head away. I watched her for a few seconds, then let my head roll back on my shoulders, trying to break my attention from what she was doing, afraid that if I didn't, I would come right then and there, just looking down at her bright blue eyes shining back up at me as she sucked. After I felt I'd accomplished this, at least to some degree, I looked back down at her. She pulled her lips away long enough to give me a quick smile and run her hand over the saliva saturated shaft twice, then went back to work, sucking the entire thing down again, making my eyes want to roll back in my head again. She worked it faster this time, driving the tip into her throat and pulling her head back, then repeating the process, moving rapidly enough that her long brown hair bounced repeatedly off her shoulders and back. She sucked like that for almost half a minute, before burying it deep in her throat for a moment, holding it there, then sucking harder still as she pulled her head away and let it pop from between her lips, making a smacking sound as it did. She took a few quick breaths, then took it all the way down again, sucking deeply as she pulled away, then leaned back, looking up at me with her lips about an inch from the tip of my penis, smiling and breathing quickly. "Let me know before you come," she said. I nodded in return, breathing too heavily to respond with words. She tossed her legs over the edge of the bed, perching herself on her butt there, and took the head in her mouth again, sucking just on it again, stroking the shaft with one free hand, then reached behind me and gripped on buttock with each hand and started to pump her lips up and down my shaft again. The room was quiet except for the slurping sounds she made, darting her tongue beneath the head to repeatedly touch that sensitive spot there. I groaned then, unable to hold it in any more, and when I did, I heard a gasp from beside me. I glanced over, seeing the others standing just outside the doorway, their heads poking in. All except for Delilah, whose face still looked pasty as ever, but who had obviously made the sound. She stood in front of the others, leaning against the frame of the door. Her cut-off jean shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped and her hand had disappeared into the pink fabric of the panties beneath. I could see the bulge her hand made, and noticed the wiggling in the crotch of her shorts as her fingers went to work there. Her breathing was slightly heavier than normal as well, though not to the extent that mine had become. I watched her for a few seconds, seeing her entire body swaying slightly from her efforts beneath her short, her stringy blonde hair seeming to float on top of the blue fabric of her shirt. I smiled to her; she smiled back, blushing slightly, a touch of color that I didn't think her face could have managed then. I looked back down to Dana, who made eye contact for a second, then gripped my buttocks tighter and really started to drive her head down, her pace so fast then that her hair no longer swayed against her back but bounced off of it in a way that made it seem violent. I let my head roll back again, groaned, and closed my eyes. my breathing was fighting me, speeding until it seemed I couldn't keep up with it. It hitched in my throat at I tried to inhale, then seemed to cling to the inside of my lungs as I tried to exhale. I drew in one deep breath, held it as the sensation of my oncoming climax began to build inside of me, then let it out in one long gust that ended with a long groan. I opened my eyes and looked down at her again. Her eyes were pointed forward, as if she found something about my stomach naval intensely interesting. Her hands had found their way to my hips and were gripping almost tightly enough to draw blood, but I didn't notice, could hardly feel it in fact. My attention was fully taken by the warmth of her mouth repeatedly overtaking the shaft of my penis, her tongue managing to slide beneath the head like the bow of a violin, constantly rubbing against the sensitive spot, making what she was doing impossible to ignore. After The Party: Dana The sensation inside me was building, spreading in my gut and genitals, the intensity of it doubling by the second until it was at its peak. "I'm gonna come," I spat the words between groans, and as soon as I said them, she drove my penis deep into her throat, her nose pressing into my stomach and her hot breath exhaling on my skin. Her lips squeezed tight against the shaft, she waited. I clenched my lower body, as if I could hold onto the sensation a while longer that way. My hands, which I'd managed to keep at my sides until then, reached out for her head. She caught one in each of hers, interlacing her fingers with mine and gripping them tightly. I let loose in her mouth then, feeling her throat twitch against the head as semen emptied into it, three strong spurts, then a couple weak ones, then a few extra drops that I squeezed out afterward. My weight shifted and fell back onto my heels, surprising me since I hadn't realized I'd leaned up on my toes. She kept her mouth tightly over it like that for a few seconds after I'd come, then pulling her lips back, sucking the entire shaft's length one last time before looking up at me and smiling. I stood there for a second, catching my breath, then looked her in the eyes and grinned. She already had a hold of my penis, stroking it slowly, trying to keep the erection from fading, perhaps an impossible task given how hard I'd just come. With the other hand, she pushed my boxer briefs down my legs to the floor. I smiled back. She stood, still stroking, and wrapped her free arm around my head, pulling my face down to hers and pressing her lips against mine tightly, her tongue probing my mouth yet again. I half-expected my own semen to roll into my mouth, something I wasn't looking forward to I can assure you, but it was gone. She'd swallowed every drop. We parted lips a moment later, her hand working my penis more vigorously, still fighting the wilting that usually followed an orgasm. "Good?" She asked. "Amazing," I replied. Another gasp escaped Delilah, and the two of us looked to her in unison. She was leaning against the frame of the door then, her eyes only partially open, her jean shorts down to her knees and her fingers wiggling intensely beneath the pink fabric. Dana looked up at me and smiled, blushing again. It might have been that smile that did it¾that beautiful smile, sweet and alluring. A moment later, blood was once again rushing into my penis, reaffirming the erection I'd thought was going to fade. A few strokes had me nearly standing at attention again. Dana kissed me again, this time leaning back and pulling me with her. When her butt struck the bed, she lay back, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me with her, our lips never separating. Once she was on her back, she reached down and started to stroke my penis again. "Uh-uh," I said, breaking lips for a moment. "The head of the bed." She raised her weight onto her heels and palms and crawled backward, putting one knee to either side of me as she did. I was poised above her, crawling on my hands and knees and kissing her throughout this awkward exercise. Once her head was above the pillow, she let her weight rest on the bed and wrapped her legs around me, holding my head where she wanted it with her left hand while her right went straight back to my penis, as if she were afraid it might start to wilt again. It held strong though, not showing the slightest sign of weakening. To my right, Mary had begun to stir. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, then she groggily lifted her head an inch or so and opened her eyes. She froze as they met the sight in front of her, each eye growing to twice its normal size. She pushed herself onto one side and eyed the scene from our feet to our heads. I felt the bed give near my feet and broke our lips to look back. Delilah was kneeling on the edge, her shorts gone and her shirt hanging from one arm. The hand from the same arm massaged one breast through the lace of her bra while the other hand still worked beneath the pink fabric of her panties. Her mouth was held open and her chest rose and fell in slow, heavy breaths. She smiled when she saw me looking, then closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a whimper. I glanced to my right then, meeting eyes with Mary, who smiled when we made eye contact, a mischievous smile if I'd ever seen one. I smiled back and looked down at Dana, who'd been holding my head as before but was kissing my neck and shoulder instead of my lips. Her other hand had abandoned my penis and was groping blindly at the pillow for the condom. Some of the people who'd been in the other room were circling the bed then, Belinda kneeling just to my left, her head almost resting on the side of the bed, and a guy kneeling on either side of her, one actually reaching out and cupping one of her breasts. He looked to her for a reaction. She glanced down, then gripped the hand and squeezed it tighter as she watched us. The other guy took this as a promising sign and cupped the other breast. She dropped a hand into each's lap and started to massage them through the fabric, her eyes never leaving the scene in front of her. Dana lay her head back on the pillow and looked to her left above her shoulder, searching with her eyes for the condom. I lowered my head to her neck and started kissing her again, letting my weight rest against her and slipping my hands beneath her shoulders to massage the skin there. She was unwrapping the condom as I moved to her chest, kissing and licking, working my way down the middle, between her breasts, toward her naval. I felt a hand on my shoulder then and looked to see Mary, smiling as she gently rubbed the skin on my shoulder, her nipples poking at the white fabric of her T-shirt, as if they intended to mark the beginning and end of the beer logo between them. Her other hand lay on her side, the hand hanging down over her stomach, pressing the cloth of her T-shirt down against her skin there, tightening the shirt against her breasts, accentuating their shape. I smiled back, then moved my head upward again and sucked a nipple into my mouth, watching Mary's face as I did so. Her smile widened, and her hand moved inward on my chest to lightly pinch my nipple. As she increased pressure, I let my teeth rest together around Dana's nipple and squeezed, pulling my head back slightly to allow Mary to see how tightly I'd clamped my teeth around it. "Here," Dana's voice broke in. She held down the condom, then unwrapped. I let go of my grip on her nipple and leaned my weight back onto my knees, then reached down to take the condom. "Wait," Mary interrupted. "Um…can I?" Dana looked to me, not seeming to mind at all. "Sure," I agreed. Mary took the condom from Dana's fingers and sat up, reaching down with one hand to stroke my cock for a moment, making sure it was well prepared, then she placed the condom at the tip and rolled it over the shaft slowly and carefully, making sure to allow enough room at the tip for the semen to fill. She squeezed the extra lubricant from the wrapper onto her palm and rubbed it over the condom quickly before smiling to each of us in turn and saying, "All done." I debated kissing Dana again before entry, but decided not to waste the time. We'd kissed plenty. I gripped my penis with one hand and leaned forward, sliding the tip up and down slightly to separate the labia, then slowly pressing forward. She gasped as I entered her, then reached down and gripped my hips, pulling me forward with them. I drove all the way in then, laying down on top of her again, this time reaching beneath her to grip her shoulders for leverage and pumping into her slowly to start. She immediately started to whimper and gasp, but not loudly. I kissed her neck again, this time pressing my lips against the skin there and repeatedly licking and sucking. She wrapped her arms around my head, wrapped her legs around my waist and used the leverage that gained her to meet my thrusts halfway. Mary's hand massaged my back as I pumped downward, feeling its way long my spine toward my tailbone, then she ran her fingers over the shape of my ass and gripped one buttock then the other, feeling the backside of my body out as if she were a blind woman. Dana either didn't notice or didn't care when Mary's hand bumped into her ankles. She just thrust upward, her hips grinding me deeper into her. I raised my head and looked around again. To my left, Belinda had taken each of the guys' penises out and was rapidly stroking them, her hand making slapping sounds as she did. The guys, in turn, hand gone from carefully fondling her breasts, to fondling both her breasts and her ass. Their hands roamed fro one to the other, as their eyes remained on the sight in front of them. To my right, Mary was watching us with wide eyes, one hand pushing up at her shirt, trying unsuccessfully to take it off while the other continued to explore my back and buttocks. I slowed my pace a little, reaching out with one hand to help her pull it over her head, then pushed her gently onto her back on the bed and gripped one well-shaped breast into the same hand, fondling it, pinching the nipple as she had done mine, then gripping and squeezing the entire breast slightly. She gave me a wide smile and pressed her hips into the air with her legs and pushed her panties down to her knees, then fought them down to her ankles and kicked them away. As I turned to kiss Dana, Mary took hold of my hand and guided down between her legs, pressing it against her. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, then ran my fingers around the outer lips for a few seconds, testing the wetness. She was plenty ready. I slipped my middle finger inside, pressing until the knuckles prevented me from going further and eliciting a gasp from her. Dana glanced to her, pulling our lips apart, then smiled when she saw what was going on. Seeing that smile inspired me. I started to pump faster, increasing the pace just a little. Mary used one hand to help guide my fingers to where she wanted them while caressing her own breasts with the other hand. Still, however, I could feel a hand on my buttocks. I glanced back to see Delilah, her face then gaining some color¾though not much¾gripping one cheek then the other, her bra discarded as well. Her fingers were working overtime inside those panties and her face showed the results. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth poised half open, breaths slipping between them quickly, broken by loud moans and whimpers. Again, I was inspired. I pumped even faster, and Dana met my pace without difficulty or complaint, then wrapping her arms around my waist for further leverage. "Enjoying this?" I whispered the question to Dana. "Oh, yes," she replied, not words of passion, but a general answer, accompanied by a mischievous grin that I knew I could grow to love. I kissed her again, probing her mouth with my tongue, and a moment later, I broke lips with her as one of the guys sitting with Belinda groaned and said, "Oh, I'm coming." I glanced over in time to see him ejaculate, saturating his shirt and pants, not to mention Belinda's hand, with semen. She stroked him for a few seconds afterward, then let go as he leaned back against the wall behind him, catching his breath. Belinda glanced to the other one, who seemed far from finished at that point. She turned her body and lay down on her chest, most of her weight resting on the spent guy's legs, and dropped head into his lap, engulfing his penis and sucking away full blast from the start. I ground faster down into Dana without even thinking about it, wondering if what I felt suddenly brewing inside of me as I watched was what the others had felt this whole time. I drove my fingers deeper into Mary as well, moving them faster and dipping my thumb inside her to wet it. I glanced down at Dana to see if she felt what I did, but she hadn't even noticed the sounds or what they were caused by. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open wide, breathing steadily faster, but not moaning or gasping or whimpering at all. Her left hand had found its way to my head and was toying with the hair in the back, just above my neck. Her right was clamped on my left buttock, pulling me downward as she pumped her hips upward. Delilah's right hand still worked my other buttock, as though she were trying to imitate what Dana was doing but couldn't quite get it right. I went back to kissing Dana's neck, something I thought I'd never tire of, when the first moans came from the foot of the bed. I fought the urge to look for only a few seconds, then glanced down to see Delilah pumping her hips upward, her fingers moving too quickly to follow through the cloth, which had slid down a few inches in her efforts. Then, I could see a small patch of curly blonde hair, partially blocked by her wrist as it vanished beneath the strip of pink elastic. She came, pumping her hips faster forward and pressing the panties further down until she fell onto her ankles and caught her breath, seeming unaware of where she was for a few moments. Dana pulled my face back to hers and kissed me long and hard then. When we broke lips, she panted, "Faster." I increased the pace, making some of the springs creak and the headboard bump lightly against the wall. She started to whimper then, light ones, and she pressed her head back against the pillow, breathing hard through her nose. I glanced to my left, where Belinda still worked her lips around the guy's penis, only during the distraction at the foot of the bed, I'd missed one of the others coming over to where they were. He'd worked her fly loose and pulled the pants down to mid-thigh and was feeling her butt through the white cotton panties she wore, his own penis held in one hand, stroking it quickly. Another guy was working his way around to follow his lead. Mary's hand was fighting to help mine as she started breathing faster. Her fingers pushed my thumb away to work her clit. I yielded to them without much fight. My attention was too strongly focused on everything else that was going on. Specifically Dana, who's breathing was still increasing in speed and depth. She was whimpering every other breath, and her hand demanded I go faster. I obliged, then glanced to my right, knowing that I was going as fast as I could without my other hand. I doubted Mary would miss it much. She seemed pretty intent on pleasing herself at that point. I pulled my fingers from inside her and reached beneath Dana's shoulder again, gripping it tightly and driving forward as fast as I could. Her legs clamped tighter against my sides; her hands sank into the skin where they held, one on my buttock and the other the back of my neck. She thrust upward harder, the sound of my skin slapping hers audible, but barely over the sound of the headboard, which struck the wall with heavy thumps by then. With each thrust, Dana's breasts bounced between us, coming to shoulder height then slamming downward to her ribcage, then being forced to her shoulders again. To my right, propelled by the motion of the bed, Mary's slightly smaller breasts mimicked them. Dana was quiet for a moment, then she started to moan, the first one short and sudden, followed by a quivering inhalation, then a long and loud moan that made me want to pump faster, impossible as that was by then. I gripped her tighter with my arms and tried anyway. Her fingernails dug into skin, not painfully but not in a manner to be ignored, either. She was moaning every breath then, her inhalations quick, her legs starting to shake slightly around me. She continued this way for a moment, then seemed to settle, then went straight back into it again. Twice she did this before calming again and relaxing her grip on my neck and buttock. Her legs loosened around me and her upward thrusts eased in their aggression. After almost a minute, in which she slowed her breathing despite my continued thrusts and blinked her eyes as though waking from a dream, she pulled my head down to her, putting her lips next to my ear, and whispered, "Okay, you can come now." I slowed my thrusts slightly, glancing around the room. Mary lay next to us, watching us intently, her own hand having taken over for mine completely. Delilah still sat on her ankles at the foot, watching as well, her needs temporarily satiated. To my left, Belinda was wiping her mouth with a Kleenex, while the guy she'd been sucking lay comfortably back. One of the two who'd been feeling her ass was leaning over it then, stroking his penis almost too fast to see his hand move. A second later, he shot a thick load of semen onto the white cotton fabric, letting out a groan as he did so. I glanced back to Dana in time to see her watching, that mischievous grin once again on her lips. She looked up at me, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment, but still smiling wide. I pushed my weight back and sat on my ankles just as Delilah sat behind me, pushing Dana's legs out in front of me and gripping her thighs for leverage. I pulled her closer until her buttocks were pressed against my inner thighs and my penis was buried inside of her, then started to thrust away again, then looking down to watch as I drew out of her until only the very tip of my penis was out of view, then thrust back inside again. After a minute or so of this, I decided I couldn't get the momentum I wanted this way, and I lifted her buttocks from the bed, raising up onto my knees, and reached my right arm beneath her, cradling her waist and holding her up, still holding her thigh with my other hand to pull her closer as I pumped into her. My guess was right. I could move much faster this way, and soon, I had the headboard pounding away at the wall again. Belinda had pushed herself up with her arms to watch again. The only guy that remained with her, still stroking away with one hand, was shifting his glance between the cotton-clad butt before him and the bouncing breasts on the bed. After a moment of deliberation, he reached his free hand out and took hold of Dana's right breasts, halting it in mid bounce. Dana looked to me, surprised, then settled into it, smiling and raising her arms over her head to keep them out of his way. Surprising everyone, Mary followed his lead, reaching out to caress the other one with her free hand. Dana started when she realized what was going on, but didn't make any moves to stop it. She let it all happen, watching me for my reaction. I smiled, shrugged and kept thrusting. She smiled and shrugged back. I felt hands then, one reaching around my waist from either side and I was certain they belonged to Delilah, given that they came from directly behind me and I'd felt no one else climbing onto the bed. One ran over my abdomen, tracing the outline of each muscle with its fingertips, while the other worked its way over my chest, searching out a nipple to pinch and squeeze. I let go of Dana's thigh and reached back to find her hip. I pulled at her, getting her up to her knees and then coaxing her forward until her chest pressed against my back. I pushed down at her panties then, managing to get the over only one hip before Delilah pushed them down for me. She pushed them to her ankles, then spread her legs to match mine, placing each of her feet and knees outside of mine and pressing herself fully against me from behind, moving her body with mine as I thrust. I reached down behind her, gripping her beneath one buttock, my fingers resting in the crease where her thigh met her crotch. I could feel the warmth and dampness there, both still intense from her recent actions. She gripped my chest and stomach both, holding herself in place there as I pumped faster, moving as fast as I could with only one hand for leverage. I could feel Delilah's breath on my neck as she leaned her head forward to whisper I my ear. After The Party: Dana "When you come, pull it out for me." I nodded and spat, "okay," back to her between breaths. The guy stroking Dana's breast gasped then, then groaned loudly and ejaculated onto Belinda's panties just as the other had done. Belinda smiled back at him, then looked to the guys still at the door and asked, giggling, "Anybody else?" A couple hesitated, seeming unsure if she was serious, then one hurried over to where her butt was poised in the air and took over where the last had left off, feeling Dana's breast with one hand and masturbating over Belinda's butt with the other. "Any more?" She asked again, smiling at one in particular and motioning for him to come over to her with one finger. He hesitated for a few seconds, then went over and knelt in front of her, opening his pants. She took hold of his fully erect penis and pulled down on it suddenly and aggressively enough to make him wince and draw back. "Oops, sorry," she said, still grinning, then pulled it toward her more gently and took the end into her mouth. "She's having all the fun over there," Mary commented, her hands working more vigorously at her crotch and Dana's upper body, exploring down Dana's stomach as far as her naval and upward as far as her neck, but primarily working that one breast. I let go of Delilah's butt and took hold of Dana's thigh again, thrusting away at full speed, pounding my hips against her thighs. "Tell me when," Delilah muttered. "If you pull it out, I'll do the rest." As soon as she'd spoken, she raised her right hand to her chin and spit a thick wad of saliva into her palm. She moved her left hand from my chest down to my penis, placing it to one side of it and slipping her index and middle fingers down in the crease between my crotch and my leg. Her hand struck the highest part of the back of Dana's thigh, but she didn't seem discouraged. I barely noticed this. Her words were driving me then, helping me find energy I would never have guessed I would still have by then. I drove in repeatedly, each thrust in anticipation of the next, for almost a minute before I felt the end coming, building up even stronger than it had the first time. A groan escaped me as it came closer and my entire body clenched tighter, putting all my weight and strength behind the next thrust, then the next. Finally, everybody's eyes glue on the three of us, I let out a loud groan and spat the words, "I'm gonna' come," pulling my weight backward and drawing my penis out of Dana altogether. Still groaning, though unaware I was doing so, I thrust at the air as if I were still inside her. Delilah gripped the condom at the base of my penis with her left hand and drew it off in one quick motion, tossing it away and taking my penis in her right hand. She stroked it full speed right off, sending the intense orgasm that had seemed to stall for a moment throughout me. I held Dana in place with one hand again and reached around to grip Delilah's thigh from behind, pressing her as tight against me as I could get her. My entire body was fully tense, each muscle at full contraction as my orgasm peaked and I came, firing semen through the air. My muscles relaxed as more semen shot forward and my orgasm faded. As my body relaxed, I lowered Dana's weight onto the mattress and my own back onto my ankles. Delilah stroked until my penis had gone totally flaccid in her hand, then leaned against my back, panting herself as if she'd come instead of me. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and laid her head on my shoulder. I sat there for about a minute, eyes closed, total relaxation sinking in for the first time in who knew how long, Delilah's warm skin seeming to sink into mine, my body feeling as though it were dissolving into the air around me, into nothingness and everything all at once. When I opened my eyes, Dana was looking up at me with a smile that, for the first time, held no embarrassment. My semen had almost reached her chest but not quite. Her stomach was lined down the center with it, and her pubic hair was laced with several thick drops. I leaned forward and kissed her gently, square on the lips, then leaned back on my ankles again, turned my head to face Delilah and kissed her, too. Then it was Delilah's turn to blush. Dana smiled to her as she did. She smiled back and blushed again, the color in her face finally appearing natural. She looked to me again, then to Dana once more, then she kissed me, dipping her tongue deeply into my mouth. That done, he pushed me slightly to one side, bending her body around mine and kissing my chest, then stomach, then pushing me further to the side until my weight rested on my right hip and I was forced to support myself with my right arm. Then she dropped her head in my lap and licked the semen from the head of my penis. I turned my body to make this easier for her, doing so without thinking. After she'd gotten all the semen off, she took me into her mouth and started to gently suck. I lay back, then decided to lay next to Dana and said, "Wait. Come up here." She pulled her head away and let me climb between Dana and Mary, then got on all fours and crawled up to me, laying flatly on my legs and taking me in her mouth again. As she started to suck, Mary leaned over me, pressing her breasts against my chest and ribs and started to lick and suck Dana's nipple. I glanced over to Dana, who smiled wide, letting me know she was all game at this point. "Got 'em all lined up, eh?" I heard Mary ask. I raised my head and glanced over to see Belinda with the last of those who'd been in the door. Four of them. Three were lined up in front of her, their flies open and penises exposed, two waiting for attention and one buried throat-deep in her mouth. The fourth was kneeling behind her, the head of his penis pressing into the crotch of her panties as she stroked the shaft. Her hand was inside her panties, working overtime, just as Delilah's had been a few minutes earlier. Belinda responded by letting out an "ummm," never removing the guy's penis from her lips. "What I'd like to know right now, is this," Mary looked to Dana, eyebrows raised. "Have you ever gotten head from a woman?" Dana shook her head, then glanced at me, a combined look of bewilderment and surprise on her face. "What do you say?" Mary asked. "Okay," Dana replied, after a long pause. "Let me know it you want me to stop," Mary added, kissing her way down Dana's body, licking up the semen, until her lips found the crotch and her tongue separated the labia. Dana gasped then. I reached over and pulled one of Mary's legs over my chest, leaving her straddling me, then looked to Dana and said, "We need to hang like this more often." She didn't reply right away. She rolled her eyes back, then closed them and press her head back into the pillow, letting out a light whimper. I raised my right hand, fingers splayed, and Dana reached up and took it with her left, interlocking her fingers with mine. I lay there for a moment, enjoying the warm sensation of Delilah's lips and tongue and throat, trying to work my penis into yet another erection. I doubted this one would be possible then remembered the same thought from earlier this evening and discarded my doubts. I raised my head and pressed Mary's clitoral hood aside with my tongue, pressing my lips against it to hold it aside. I squeezed her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue against it, causing a sudden gasp from between Dana's legs. I heard Dana's response then. A quiet word, distracted but still audible. "Definitely."