Danas Story Ch 50

Sometimes Dana has to get out of her own way to enjoy herself.

CHAPTER FIFTY

The shower with Vivian involved some kissing and mutual fondling, but didn't last long. The bathroom was steamy, and there were no more clean towels, though damp towels were piled on the floor. Dana was grateful that she'd brought her own towels in her bag, as had Vivian.

The bedroom was still jammed with people when Dana escaped the sauna-like bathroom. She exchanged contact info with Vivian, and then they parted. The main room was also crowded. As was the other bedroom, when Dana peeked inside. There were far more people at this party than the last one.

Every bed was fully occupied. Overflowing, really.

People were fucking on the floor in a couple of spots, on piles of blankets and comforters pulled from the beds. The conversation circle was filled, and a mass of bodies occupied the bed in the main room as well, unidentifiable men and woman fucking one another, observed by others who were standing around it.

The mini-fridge was empty. Of course. Dana found a bottle of room-temperature water amongst the food and drink offerings. She opened it and stood in the corridor near the hallway door sipping it, her bag by her feet.

She felt overheated, sweaty despite her shower, and crowded by the press of bodies.

She'd taken the shower with Vivian thinking she'd cool off, get something cold to drink, and then find another playmate or two. Her interest in doing so was fading fast. She didn't feel sexy. She didn't feel horny.

She

wanted

to, but she didn't.

There wouldn't be another such party before the semester ended and she was back home for the summer. She wanted to keep playing but she could feel her desire to continue fading fast. She felt alone in the midst of this crowd, unnoticed, resentful. She felt...like she so often had at normal parties early in her first semester.

Dana scowled, angry at the crowd and angry at herself. She thought she'd gotten past that sort of thing, or at least didn't have to deal with it at Tito's parties. She thought she'd found her tribe here. It was annoying to find herself retreating into her shell again, watching other people talking and laughing--and having sex--while she couldn't find it in herself to join in.

"You look...angry," someone said.

Dana blinked, bumped out of her dark thoughts. "June," she said. "Not angry, just...feeling crowded."

June glanced around. "It is a big crowd. It wasn't this big last time?"

Dana shook her head. "Not even close. I don't like it."

She took a moment to really look at June, who stood in front of her, dressed once more in the little black dress she'd worn when they arrived. Her hair was mussed, and her lipstick was long gone. She looked slightly flushed as well. Dana smiled, her dark mood lifting a little.

"You look like you've been having fun," Dana said.

June's gaze strayed, unable to hold Dana's. "Yeah," she said. She half-turned for a moment, as if she could see through the crowd into the bedroom behind her. "I got a massage..."

"You met Tom and Helen," Dana guessed.

June nodded.

"He's got magic fingers, doesn't he?" Dana said. He'd massaged away her nerves, and given her numerous orgasms at her first party. She'd hoped to have sex with him again, but the crowd was just too much for her now.

June blushed a little but nodded. "He really does."

"Did he make you come?"

June nodded again, blushing more powerfully but willing to reply. "Yeah."

"Did you--" A foursome squeezed between them with apologies, to gather their coats and depart. When the door closed behind them, Dana asked, "Did you have sex with him?"

June smiled shyly. "I did, yeah." She paused, then added, "I never had sex with anyone his age before."

"Me neither," Dana confessed. An awkward silence grew between them. Dana was curious about June's experience of the party, but wasn't sure how to ask, or if June would be willing to answer. June took advantage of the pause to obtain her own bottle of water. As she drank from it, she studied the crowd.

"Looking for somebody?" Dana asked.

June looked faintly embarrassed, but nodded. "A guy asked me to play earlier, but I needed a break."

"And now you're ready to take him up on his offer?"

"Well...yeah," June admitted.

"Dana!" a woman's voice called out, catching Dana's attention. "You aren't leaving, are you?"

Dana watched Joan emerge from amongst the pile of bodies on the bed just a few feet away, sitting up to meet her gaze. "What?" Dana asked.

Joan pointed. "You have your bag with you, and you're lurking near the door. You aren't leaving yet, are you?"

Caught by surprise, Dana dissembled. "I don't know. Maybe."

Joan frowned, clearly disappointed in her response. She struggled free of the crowd and climbed off the bed to stand before Dana. She was naked, of course, flushed and slightly damp, her short gray hair mussed. She'd clearly been having fun. "Why?"

Dana shrugged, and she gestured vaguely at the crowd. "I just...it's so crowded. I don't..."

I don't feel sexy.

"You don't really want to leave," Joan said.

"I don't?"

Joan gave her a knowing look. "Have you had all the sex you wanted?"

"No..." Dana admitted. She'd wanted more, she just didn't have it in her right now to do anything about it. She felt...crowded. Claustrophobic?

"Don't you want to experience more pleasure?" Joan asked, watching her closely. "Don't you want to cum some more?"

"Yeah," Dana admitted grudgingly. She did. Of course she did. But--

"Then don't go," Joan said. "Take it from me, you don't want to let opportunity pass you by." Dana remembered Joan telling her about her marriage, a lifetime of bad sex, and her desire to make up for what she'd missed.

Dana squirmed under Joan's scrutiny. "I want to," she admitted. "But..."

"'But' nothing, Dana," Joan said. Her intense gaze softened and she smiled. "I know you, Dana. Once you get started again, you'll be glad you did."

"I don't know..." Dana said, but she felt her libido stirring. Joan was right. She turned her attention to June, but June was looking past her. Dana followed her gaze to see a naked man covered in tattoos. He was June's height, athletic, with short brown hair and tattoos. Lots of them. And a long cock that looked even longer because he was shaved.

"I'm good," June said to Dana. "Dana, this is Mike. Mike, Dana."

Mike nodded to Dana, "Nice to meet you, Dana." His gaze shifted back to June. "You ready?"

June nodded. She looked pleased to see Mike. "I'll catch you later, Dana," she said, as she took Mike's hand.

He turned and led her through the crowd toward one of the bedrooms. The room would be packed, but they were undeterred. Dana watched them go, surprised and a little jealous. June seemed to be adapting to the situation better than

she

was, and it was her first party.

"She's got the right idea," Joan said, her voice right behind Dana now.

Dana turned and was breast to breast with Joan. "Okay, you win."

Joan shook her head, smiling. "No, we

both

win." She grabbed Dana's hand. "Come on. You can thank me later."

It was literally only a couple of steps to the foot of the bed, half-hidden though it was behind a line of voyeurs. Joan touched one of the men on the shoulder. "Excuse us," she said, urging him to step aside.

Dana gave him a glance as she stepped up beside Joan. He was tall, over six feet, with unkempt, wavy hair. Solid but not athletic build. Joan slid around him to plaster herself against him, her arms around his waist. "Good to see you, Eddie."

Eddie smiled down at her. "You, too, Joan. It's been a while."

"It has," Joan agreed, before half turning to face the crowd on the bed. "Make room for Dana, you hedonists!" she said, raising her voice to be heard over the crowd noise filling the room. A couple of faces turned toward her, and the mound of bodies shifted, producing a narrow gap in the center.

"Get in there," Joan told Dana. "Have fun!" Without waiting for a reply, she turned back to Eddie, threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Dana watched for a moment, having second thoughts about joining the group on the bed. But Joan would be disappointed if she didn't, and would probably scold her for wimping out.

And Joan was right. She didn't want to be done tonight. She still felt ambivalent, but throwing herself into the fray would change that.

Dana's wrap-around dress came off with just a single tug. She tossed it back toward her bag, but didn't wait to see where it landed. She climbed onto the bed and settled into the space between two groups. It was so narrow that she had to lie on her side, her face close enough to the top of another young woman's head that she could kiss her.

The woman had pale, Nordic blonde hair and delicate features. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back as she panted. She had a cock in each hand: one man knelt at the head of the bed, steadying himself with a hand on the headboard, the other on his hands and knees as he straddled the blonde.

Dana watched her, feeling the bed rock gently, bodies brushing against her back and her ass. The blonde tilted her head back even farther, mouth open as tension gathered in her face until she gasped as if surprised, shuddered all over, and then broke into delighted laughter.

"Oh...my," she said, as all the tension drained from her body.

"Looked like fun," Dana said.

The blonde craned her neck to look at Dana. She had remarkably bright blue eyes. "It was," she replied. She gave Dana a once over. "I don't know you," she concluded.

"Dana," Dana said.

"Daisy," the blonde said. "Daisy Harris." She shifted her gaze to the man she was stroking with her right hand. "That was lovely, Franklin," she told him.

Franklin, a tall man with black hair in a ponytail, grinned at her. "I'm just getting started, beautiful." He slipped free of her hold, and Dana saw that he'd been fingering Daisy--quite successfully, apparently. He maneuvered carefully until he could kneel on the floor at the corner of the bed between Daisy's spread legs.

He draped Daisy's legs over his shoulders, then leaned forward to bury his face between them. Daisy made a long sound of pleasure and closed her eyes, focusing on his attentions.

Dana watched, feeling aroused by the sight, but otherwise still out of place. She lifted her head to spot Joan kneeing with her back to Dana, giving her friend, Eddie, a blowjob. She let her head drop, thinking that despite Joan's urgings this was feeling like a mistake. Maybe she should just get up and leave after all?

She felt the mattress shift, as someone lay down along the top. Looking up, Dana saw that it was the other guy Daisy had been stroking, a little older than Dana, with short red-blond curls. "Sorry," he said with an embarrassed smile. "I was about to fall over."

Dana just nodded silently. His position had looked uncomfortable, and Daisy had abandoned him, too caught up in her own pleasure now. He was still erect, though it was flagging a little. Disappointed, probably.

She thought again about getting up and leaving. Then she glanced up at his cock again, and after a moment's indecision, reached up to wrap her hand around it. His in-drawn breath might've been surprise, or pleasure, or both. Technically, Dana supposed she should've asked first, but the rules on this bed were different, weren't they?

His flesh felt hot in her fist. She stroked him slowly, gently, mindful that she had no lube, and felt him grow harder again. He moaned louder now, letting her know he enjoyed it. He shifted closer, until he could reach out to fondle her breasts. The awkward position limited his options, but his touch brightened Dana's mood, and abruptly she wanted more.

Dana squirmed a little closer. Her playmate recognized her intent, and joined in the effort, shifting onto his knees and finding places to rest his hands so that he knelt above her.

She slid her hand down to the base of his cock and wrapped her lips around the head, caressing it with her tongue. "Oh fuck!" he muttered, and Dana had to suppress a smile.

He tasted recently showered. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and he was no longer than Randy, and not nearly as thick. She quickly moved on from licking the head to swallowing the length of him. "Oh God, that's good," he said.

He shifted above her, and then she felt his mouth on her belly. His tongue burrowed into her navel, tickling her, evoking a yelp and a jump.

"Sorry," he muttered, before nuzzling the leading edge of her pubic hair.

Dana felt his mouth exploring her mons, straying far enough to kiss and nibble at her inner thighs. His touch was firm, though, and he didn't tickle her again. She relaxed and resuming sucking him.

After a brief pause to enjoy her mouth on him, he caressed her with one hand, parting her pubic hair, before leaning in to lick and kiss her. The feel of his tongue and lips felt good. Dana took a moment to enjoy

his

efforts, feeling her libido rebound, just as Joan had predicted.

Dana resumed fucking him with her mouth, eager to give her playmate pleasure, and anticipating plenty of pleasure of her own.

He did not disappoint. He licked and kissed and fingered her with equal enthusiasm and considerable skill. He gave her labia and her clit lots of attention, his tongue occasionally slipping deeper. It felt marvelous, and a familiar delicious tension pooled between her legs, spreading into her thighs and belly.

Dana switched once or twice between deep-throating him and using her hands to stroke him as she licked his balls--which distracted him every time, as he moaned in pleasure. He brought Dana gradually closer to a climax with his mouth. The rising tension jumped upward when he slipped a finger inside her.

"Oh god," Dana moaned, stroking him gently with one hand, "I'm gonna cum...make me cum, please!"

A final, fierce assault on her clit and a second finger sliding into Dana's pussy to stroke her g-spot sent her over the top. She convulsed around his probing fingers, restrained by his weight on her belly, crying out as pleasure erupted from her core, rolling through her body like a tsunami. The waves of pleasure slopped back and forth like water in a bath, slowly diminishing.

Dana sagged, momentarily spent. Her heart thudded in her ears, and she was grinning broadly. God, but it was good to come.

"Thank you," she said.

Her lover turned to rest on one elbow, looking up the length of her torso to meet her eyes. "I'm happy to do it."

Dana still had a grip on his rigid cock. She glanced at it, then met his eyes again. "What would you like now...uh?" She realized she didn't know his name.

He gave her a lopsided grin. "Stan. And I'm really enjoying the blowjob."

"Okay, then," Dana said.

Before she could take him into her mouth again, though, he pushed himself up to his knees, towering above her head, his cock well out of reach of her mouth. "Let's change position," he suggested.

A few moments later, he reclined against the headboard, his legs carefully stretched out before him. Dana was on all fours between his legs. It was a tight fit with the others occupying the bed, but they managed. To her right, Franklin was fucking Daisy now, her arms and legs wrapped around him. Another couple were occupied next to them, half on and half off of the bed. To Dana's left, a group of four were busy with one another.

Dana leaned down to take Stan into her mouth again, tasting a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip. "Oh God," Stan muttered, his cock jumping slightly. He was pretty close to the edge.

She didn't want him to come yet. Dana eased off a little, drawing out his pleasure--and her own. Dana was still coasting on the high of her own orgasm, and wanted more.

Her clit was still plenty sensitive when she reached between her legs. She was wet and it felt good to rub her labia and clitoris as she sucked Stan.

Dana jumped slightly when she felt a hand on her ass. She paused sucking long enough to glance back. A man reclining near the edge of the bed getting a blowjob of his own had reached out to fondle her. He pulled his hand away and raised his eyebrows silently, as if to ask if she minded.

After holding his gaze for a moment, Dana turned away without a response. Let him make of that what he would. She grinned up at Stan for an instant before ducking her head to swallow him again.

The stranger resumed fondling her ass, apparently taking her silence as consent. The impersonal attention was oddly arousing.

Stan was close to coming, quietly muttering and moaning, stroking Dana's head, shoulders, arms--anything he could reach. Dana felt fingers slip between her thighs to stroke her pussy lips as the stranger's touch grew bolder. She spread her legs a little, giving him easier access, wanting more attention.

She sensed Stan's impending orgasm and buried her nose in his short pubic hair, using her tongue to milk him ruthlessly.

He cried out wordlessly, raised his hips, trying to drive himself deeper. His cock throbbed repeatedly, spurting cum into her mouth, salty and thick. Dana swallowed repeatedly, taking it all, pleased to have made it happen.

Focused as she was on wringing as much pleasure from his orgasm as possible, Dana only distantly noticed that the stranger's hand was no longer touching her.

She wrapped a hand around the base of Stan's cock, and slowing drew it free of her mouth, licking him clean.

"Liked that, did you?" she asked, looking up at him.

Leaning against the headboard, eyes closed, Stan grinned. "Hell, yes!" He opened his eyes to meet her gaze. "Thank you."

Dana felt movement on the bed behind her, and hands on her ass cheeks, fondling her for a moment before gripping her. A moment later, she felt warm flesh slide between her thighs and across the lips of her pussy. Someone's cock! It retreated, then slid forward again, pressed more firmly against her labia.

The stranger wanted to fuck her, that much was clear.

She looked up at Stan, who was looking around calmly, enjoying the sight of the orgy as he basked in the aftermath of his orgasm. Clearly he had no opinion on the matter. Did

she

want to get fucked again--and by the stranger?

Well...yes. She was still horny, and the idea of being fucked by an anonymous stranger was exciting.

Dana groped between her legs with one hand. She felt the cock slide forward once more, felt the slick rubber of a condom stretched over it. It retreated slowly. Dana tilted her hips and guided the head between her labia. Her anonymous playmate pressed forward, spearing her and sliding deeper until she felt his belly pressed against her ass. It felt good.

He began fucking her, slowly and steadily, his hands on her hips holding her still, and it felt even better. Dana closed her eyes to focus on her pleasure.

She felt Stan move restlessly, perhaps preparing to wriggle out from underneath her as her other playmate continued to fuck her. She was swaying slightly with every thrust, her breathing a little faster now, the pleasurable tension ratcheting higher. He was going to make her come soon, but she didn't want Stan to leave yet.

She had plans for him.

She lowered herself onto one elbow and wrapped her other hand around Stan's cock. It was slightly damp, slightly sticky, and much less firm now. "Don't...go anywhere," she said, a little breathlessly, before licking the head.

"...okay," Stan said. He laid a hand on Dana's head, stroking her hair.

Dana continued to lick and suck his cock. But soon her efforts grew unfocused; the fucking she was getting was capturing all her attention. As the pleasure spiraled rapidly higher, she stopped entirely, head bowed, breathing heavily, trembling with the glorious tension.