Danas Story Ch 48 49

The sex party continues. Dana makes some new friends with benefits.

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Dana walked with him into the empty room, hips brushing as they walked, his hand sliding around from the small of her back to her side to keep her close. She smiled at that, pleased by the gesture. She put her arm around his waist as well. The heating unit beneath the window was roaring gently, keeping the room warm enough to be comfortable for naked people.

They stopped at the foot of the bed near the window.

He turned to face her, his hands on her waist. They were warm against her skin. "Here we are," he said. He was a head taller than Dana.

"Yes," Dana agreed, nodding.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?"

Dana grinned at him. "I'd mind if you

only

kissed me."

He answered her grin with one of his own. "Well, then," he said, and leaned in to kiss her.

Dana rose onto her toes to meet him halfway. His lips were soft, his tongue agile and assertive. The kiss lingered. She snaked an arm around his waist to pull him closer, her other hand reaching up to play with his short hair. She was thrilled to be kissing him, and anticipated getting much closer, and soon.

His arms enveloped her, pulling her even closer, tight against his body. He felt solid and warm and the lump pressing into her belly was promising. One of his hands brushed the band of her bra, fingers exploring the material.

"Nice try," Dana whispered, smiling, her lips brushing his. "It's in the front."

"My mistake," he replied through the ongoing kiss.

He broke the kiss and leaned back, opening a little space between them. Dana studied his face, struck still by just how sexy he looked. She watched his gaze drop to her breasts. "So it is," he remarked mildly.

He unclasped her bra and brushed the cups aside to bare her breasts. Dana's nipples were rigid with arousal, and she ached to feel his hands on them. He made an approving noise. "You've got great tits."

Dana grinned, unreasonably pleased by his words. "Thanks," she said. "I grew 'em myself."

He laughed and fondled her breasts. His touch was firm, not tentative, and Dana liked the feel of his hands on them. She arched her back, urging him to give them more attention, which he did. "Beautiful," he said, and leaned down to kiss each nipple before suckling on them. His lips and tongue sent chills down her spine, and made her wonder what it would feel like when he ate her out.

He straightened up again, his gaze caressing her all over. He ran a fingertip over her biceps. "Those tits aren't the only thing you've grown yourself," he remarked. "You work out."

Dana grinned again and nodded. "Three times a week," she said, her voice a little rough. She felt overwhelmed, thrilled that he could see the results of the work she'd put in, and that he appreciated it. It occurred to her that he had never seen Skinny Dana. He'd never seen the shy, skinny girl dressed in baggy t-shirts and jeans.

He only knew Athletic Dana,

Sexy

Dana. The half-naked girl who worked out regularly, and was slender but not skinny, with defined muscles and curves she'd never had before. He'd seen her across the room and he'd wanted her.

She felt

hot

. Smoking hot. Seeing herself—if only in her imagination—through his eyes turned her on immensely, and she wanted to throw him down on the bed and

fuck

him.

"I can tell," he said, unaware of the firestorm of lust Dana was experiencing. "You look good. Hot."

"Thanks," Dana said, expecting to feel her face warm when she blushed, but she didn't. "You're awfully hot yourself," she replied. She reached up to place her hands on his chest and brush the open shirt off of his shoulders. He dropped his hands to let the shirt slide to the floor.

He was athletic, muscular but not hugely muscled. His stomach, when she ran a hand down from his chest, didn't have a visible six-pack, but she could feel it beneath her fingers. Dana looked up into his face, letting all the heat she felt inside show in her gaze. "I'm not the only one who's been working out," she said.

She stepped forward, pressing herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a fierce kiss. She could feel his hard cock jab into her belly, additional proof (as if she needed any) of his desire. She smiled through the kiss and ground her hips against him.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, lips crushed against hers.

He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her even closer. "You're playing with fire, beautiful," he growled.

Dana laughed. "I hope so," she said, breaking the kiss to lean back and study his face. He looked aroused and a little breathless, just the way she felt.

He released her buttocks and a moment later she felt a tug on the sarong around her hips. It slipped free and dropped to the floor leaving Dana completely naked. He took a step back, Dana releasing him reluctantly, so he could look her over from top to bottom. He seemed to like what he saw.

"Wow," he said. And then, "my turn."

He pushed his boxers down to his knees, then stepped out of them, leaving him completely nude as well. His cock was fully erect, about average in length and girth, curving slightly to one side. He was circumcised and his pubic hair was a match for Dana's own, thick and untamed.

"Wow," Dana said, echoing his words.

"Why don't you lie down?" he asked her.

He didn't have to ask twice. Dana climbed hastily onto the bed and sprawled in the middle of the mattress, grinning with giddy excitement. He was gorgeous, sexy, and knowing that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him was thrilling. Dana thought again about how he'd never known her before seeing her tonight; he knew only the athletic, sexy woman he'd met at an orgy.

It made her feel incredibly sexy, and made the encounter so much hotter for her. She wanted him very badly. The familiar empty ache to be filled consumed her, and she was practically dripping. She wanted him on top of her, inside her, and she was going to get her wish very, very soon.

Moments later he loomed above her on his knees and elbows, their bodies pressed together from thighs to breast. His mouth found hers once more, his lips and tongue exploring her mouth aggressively, before moving on to her cheeks, her ears and neck. Her nipples brushed his chest every time they moved, and his cock was hard and hot against her belly.

Dana kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him, and her legs. She rocked her hips, grinding his cock between their bodies. She slid her hands down his back to grasp his buttocks and pull him hard against her. The low moan of desire she heard made her laugh.

"You think that's funny, do you?" he asked, his lips brushing hers.

"Maybe," Dana replied, feeling bratty.

He lifted his head to glance around.

"What?" Dana asked, glancing around as well. Was something wrong?

"I need a rubber," he said, shifting his weight to reach for a bowl on the bedside table. She'd seen it earlier but paid it no attention. It held a variety of condoms.

"No," Dana said. "You don't."

He paused and looked at Dana seriously. "No?"

She shook her head. "No, not unless

you

want one."

"No," he replied. "I'm good if you are."

"I'm good."

He grinned. "I'll bet you are." He pushed himself up onto his elbow and knees, opening a little space between them, to line himself up—as Dana reached down to wrap a hand around his cock.

"Ohhh fuck," he muttered, eyes fluttering as he reacted to her touch.

He was long and hot and hard and she felt butterflies take flight in her belly even as she felt that hollow, gnawing hunger renew itself between her legs. The moment she'd anticipated was at hand. She rubbed the head of his cock between her labia. She was wet, open and eager, and it took only a moment to lube him up.

Dana guided the head of his cock a little deeper, until he was firmly lodged in place. She met his gaze again. "Now," she whispered.

And oh fuck oh god, but it felt good when he penetrated her. He held her gaze as he sank deeper a fraction of an inch at a time, until he was buried to the hilt between her legs. He sighed happily, and adjusted his position a little, never looking away. "God, that feels good," he said.

"It really does," Dana agreed.

She lay with legs spread wide and bent, cradling him between them. She rested one hand on the back of his head, fingers toying with his short hair. Her other hand rested on the small of his back, where she could feel the muscles working as he began to fuck her slowly.

They looked into one another's eyes as he fucked her. It felt very intimate, seeing the arousal and the pleasure he was feeling in the expressions he made, and knowing that he could see the same in her face. She was grinning like a fool, utterly content with the pleasure she felt, wishing it could go on forever. The orgasm she felt building would be amazing. The first of many, she was certain, but even if she didn't come, fucking—

being fucked—

was something she'd never get enough of.

He lowered his head and kissed Dana again, a long, tongue-tangling kiss that left her a little breathless. Or maybe it was the gathering tension.

Their lips parted, and he pushed himself up to arm's length now, his gaze shifting from her face to her breasts bouncing gently with every thrust of his hips, down to where they were joined at the hips, then back up to meet her eyes again. He didn't say anything, but now Dana felt her face warm a little, both embarrassed by and thrilled by the knowledge of how hot he found her.

Then he turned his head, gaze shifting away for a moment, before he looked at her again.

"Do you hear that?" he asked.

It took Dana a moment to focus on his words, caught up as she was in the rising tide of pleasure. She listened for a moment, but heard nothing unusual. "What?"

He grinned. "It's all those silly people in the other room," he said, "out there talking when they could be in here

fucking

." He was right. The roar of conversation had grown louder as everyone tried to make themselves heard above the noise.

Dana laughed and wrapped her legs around him, urging him to fuck her harder, and faster. "That

is

silly of them," she agreed.

He complied, thrusting harder and faster. "Stupid, really," he said, before lowering himself to his elbows so he was belly to belly with her, and cheek to cheek. He was thrusting steadily, driving Dana closer to orgasm every moment.

"Those fools are out there," he whispered into her ear, "talking and eating and drinking. And I'm in

here

, fucking

you

." He snapped his hips, giving her an extra thrill with every thrust.

Dana gasped and tightened her hold on him, the gathering tension growing unbearable. She felt like she was in a roller coaster just reaching the peak after the long climb up the hill. "Oh god," she whimpered. "Don't stop, don't stop...."

"Never," he replied, his rhythm never faltering.

Dana's body was rigid, poised on that metaphorical peak—and then she plunged down the far side, screaming in surprise and ecstasy. She clung to him with all her strength, the weight of his body on top of hers adding to the pleasure, her legs swaying in the air, thigh muscles quivering.

Her legs drifted back down to sprawl on the bed as she came down from the peak. Her hold on him slackened, and she felt him push back up onto his elbows, taking his weight off of her.

He lay with his cock deep inside her, but unmoving. "God damn," he said.

Dana lay sprawled beneath him, eyes closed, smiling hugely, still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm. "Was I loud?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"Well, that too," he replied, and she could hear his smile in his voice. "You've got a hell of a grip."

Dana opened her eyes. "I do?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I almost nutted when you came, and I'm not ready yet."

"No?"

"No," he said. "We're just getting started. I aim to fuck you for a while before I come."

Dana smiled, aroused by his words. "I like that idea," she said.

"Then I'm going to cuddle you a bit while I rest up, and then fuck you again."

Dana raked her lower lip with her teeth, thinking about that. "I like that idea even better," she said. A long series of shattering orgasms, followed by a rest, and then another round? Sounded like heaven. "When do we start?"

"Now, I think." He kissed her fiercely, then attacked her nipples with the same enthusiasm before changing position. He pushed himself up to kneel between her thighs, his cock still buried inside her, and lift her legs to rest her calves on his shoulders.

His hands were warm against her thighs, holding her in position. He grinned, kissed each calf in turn, and then began moving inside her once more. The feel of his cock thrusting and withdrawing, first slowly and then faster, was immensely pleasurable. Dana held his gaze, letting herself moan and sigh and groan, expressing her pleasure for his benefit.

In this position she could caress his belly with her fingertips, but little else. She could feel the muscles contracting and relaxing as he moved, and admired the hardness of them. It didn't take long for her arousal to intensify once more, and soon she was quivering and gasping as she came loudly again.

And then again, and again.

After a momentary pause for Dana to turn with shaking limbs and gasping breaths, he fucked her from behind. She was on her knees, ass upraised, her face pressed into a pillow, muffling her screams as he drove her to orgasm again and again.

Occasionally he stopped moving, breathing slowly and deeply. Dana did her best, despite occasional quivers as aftershocks sent ripples of pleasure through her body, to remain still as well. He was trying to avoid coming yet, and she wanted to accommodate him.

He changed positions several more times, proving quite inventive—and athletic, though that was no surprise to Dana. She came repeatedly in every position, hardly aware of anything at that point except the waves of pleasure rolling through her body. Eventually, though, he was breathing hard, sweating, and Dana could see that he was reaching the end of his endurance.

Dana rolled onto her back once more at his request, and he fell on her like a starving wolf. He clutched her close, his gasping breaths hot against her cheek as he hammered her with rapid thrusts until he buried himself inside her, body rigid and his hands tightened almost painfully on her shoulders as he came.

She threw her arms and legs around him, clinging to him just as desperately as he did to her, feeling his cock throbbing inside her, filling her up. "Oh yeah, babe, give it to me," she whispered into his ear over the gutteral sounds of ecstasy he made. "Come for me. Fill me up."

The tension drained from his body, and his full weight settled onto Dana. She didn't mind; she actually liked it. She felt closer to him. They were both breathing hard, and Dana was grinning, giddy from all the pleasure she'd experienced, and feeling extremely fond of him.

She heard a rough chuckle, and knew he felt the same way.

"I can't wait to do that again," he rumbled.

"You and me, both," Dana replied.

* * *

When their breathing had slowed, Dana was ready for him to roll off of her and lie beside her, even as she was disappointed to feel him slip out of her. He grinned at her, head propped on one hand, his other hand resting on her belly. "That was as much fun as I thought it would be," he said.

"Amen," Dana said with a laugh—and looked around, noticing that the room had filled up while she wasn't paying attention. A group of five or six occupied the other bed, with several other people standing around it watching. Three other men, all strangers to her, were not far away watching her.

Had been

watching her when she was too busy to notice. And liking what they'd seen, based on the reactions she could see. One was naked, one wore tented boxers, another was in some kind of terrycloth wrap, and his hard-on was peeping through a gap in the fabric.

She glanced at..."Hey, what's your name, anyway?" she asked.

"Derek," he said with a laugh. "Are you only now thinking to ask?"

"I thought about it earlier," Dana replied, "but I didn't want to know."

Derek inched a little closer. "What, you wanted to fuck a complete stranger before you even asked his name?"

Dana rolled onto her side so that they were face to face, her stomach fluttering a little. "Exactly," she admitted, a little embarrassed but also excited to confess to such a slutty thought. "It was hotter not knowing your name. What's your excuse?"

"Same," he said. His eyes dropped to look her over for a moment. "I knew everything I needed to know. You were hot, and you were interested."

Dana grinned and he grinned in response. "We're quite a pair, huh?"

"We are," Derek replied. He turned to look over his shoulder for a moment before facing her again. "And we're trendsetters, too, apparently."

"I guess we are," Dana agreed.

She was still horny, and hoped he'd be ready to go again soon. His cock had softened, and was slippery with her juices and his cum when she touched it. She met his eyes. "We made quite a mess, huh?"

"Did we?" Derek asked. He reached down between them while holding her gaze. She felt his fingers brush her pubic hair, slip over her lips and into her pussy. She sighed contentedly at the sensation.

He raised his hand, his two middle fingers glistening. "I guess we did," he said before popping them into his mouth to suck them clean. "Finger-licking good," he declared afterward.

"Yeah?" Dana asked. "Lie back," she told Derek.

She squirmed down the bed until she lay with her legs dangling over the edge. She settled between Derek's spread legs to take his cock in her mouth. He smelled strongly of her own juices, though he tasted mostly of semen. She licked and sucked him thoroughly, until he was clean, though he didn't get hard. Obviously he still needed a little time to recuperate.

"Hi, Derek. Looks like you're having fun."

Dana looked up to see Vivian Wu standing close, speaking to Derek. Her tube top had been pulled down to reveal her tits, which were large and firm and capped by very large, very dark areolas. She was accompanied by three guys standing very close, in various stages of undress.

"Hey, Viv," Derek replied. "I really am."

"Mind if we share the bed with you?" Vivian asked.

"Fine by me," Derek said. "Dana?"

"Sure," Dana said. Derek moved to one side of the bed. Dana joined him, and Derek pulled her into his arms, spooning her. Dana watched Vivian strip off her top and shorts, revealing a spectacular body she envied. Her companions stripped as well, and the four of them piled onto the other side of the bed.

Vivian sprawled on her back, one man kneeling between her legs. Another knelt above her head, his rather large cock dangling over her face. She wrapped a hand around it and began stroking him slowly. The third guy sat on the edge of the bed, fondling her breasts.

Vivan looked at Dana. "Hi, I'm Vivian," she said.

"I'm Dana," Dana replied. "Nice to meet you."

"I like blondes," Vivian announced.

"Okay," Dana replied cautiously.

"Do you like girls?" Vivian asked. Dana didn't know how to answer such a bold and unexpected question.

"You've already got three playmates, Viv," Derek said from behind Dana. "No fair trying to poach mine." His arms tightened around Dana, as if to stop Vivian from snatching her away. All in all, Dana approved.

Vivian laughed softly. "I'm just thinking ahead," she said to Derek. "I like to keep my dance card filled." Her gaze shifted back to Dana. "So, do you? Like girls?"

"Sometimes," Dana admitted. Vivian was rather intimidating: gorgeous and stacked the way Dana would never be, and very assertive. Still, she would probably be a hell of a lot of fun in bed.