throughout his organ felt good in her hand. For his part, the skilful way she masturbated him brought the sperm shooting right up from the bottom of his balls, splashing in copious spurts of pleasure into the handkerchief that soon seemed half-full of his love liquid.
She sighed as he began to relax after finishing. What a tremendous ejaculation! She thought. She squeezed the last drops out of him and wiped the tip of his penis carefully and folded the handkerchief up until all the moisture was contained in the centre of the tight ball of cloth.
'That felt great,' he said. 'Thanks very much. You're sure I can't do nothing for you?'
She thought for a moment, but replied. 'No. Not right now. Maybe later we'll get together again or something. I don't know.'
'OK,' he said, matter-of-factly, taking the handkerchief from her. 'Can I call you up sometime?'
She gave him her phone number and they exchanged names and parted. He left the room and closed the door. A few moments later, she followed him and didn't see him in the hall, automatically looking both ways.
She stood outside listening to the dance music downstairs and thought of going back there, but right yet she didn't feel as excited by the idea she did by curiosity. She wanted to walk around and see this whole party if she could. Then she'd figure out where she belonged.
Like a little girl in a candy shop, or a lust virgin at a fertility rite, she walked down the hall slowly, carefully, confidently, kind of tip-toeing around the edges of the party, meeting people's eyes, gestures, and words in a friendly but not lingering way, and moved through various rooms. People were loud, drinking, kissing and hugging under bright lights, soft lamps, coloured bulbs just barely lifting the blackness covering certain corners, and touching each other openly, sometimes even undressing each other almost oblivious of whoever else might be around. Pressed close to a wall by the crowd in one room, she rested and thought of where to go next when her attention was attracted by a quiet writhing couple just three feet away in front of her, kissing and embracing sensuously, looking like they wanted to merge. Then man's hand caressed the back and hips of the woman, which were facing Janey. She saw his hand seek the top of the zipper and went up the back of her dress from her ass to her shoulder blades. She listened to the woman moan louder as the man undid her zipper. When it was entirely open, exposing the tops of her nude hips, he put his hand inside the back of her dress and glided over her skin. She moved against him yet more, and her dress slipped down to her waist. He pushed it over her hips and it fell to the floor in a heap around her feet. She was now entirely nude. She had a nice ass. She was squirming against him, her feet moving up and down, weight shifting from one foot to the other. She kissed him hotly and he stroked her fine body with great intimacy from shoulder to thigh. Janey was very excited watching this. Finally the two of them disappeared into the darkness behind them, to where Janey couldn't see them, though she squinted into the blackness for several long moments.
She felt a hand on her legs, looked down and saw a man sitting by her feet, in front so that she couldn't move. But she wasn't that impatient to get away. She liked the way he was stroking her. His hands moved softly and sensuously up and down her legs from ankles to mid-thigh.
'You have soft skin,' he said, softly, bending a little closer and inhaling the fragrance of the oil she had put on after her shower. She merely gazed down at him and let him feel her up. It was stimulating, though not really exciting. It felt good, like a massage would or the caress of a friend.
He pressed his lips against her leg just above the knee and stroked the backs of her lower legs. He moved his tongue tip on her in a little circle. She, suddenly felt on her guard. His hand glided up her leg and rested on her crotch gently. 'Let me eat you,' he said. She looked down at him, couldn't feel much, and shook her head. He seemed rather disappointed as she stepped over him swiftly and walked away.
He'd find somebody else, thought Janey. He just wasn't very interesting.
What a place, she thought. People making passes so openly and being so cool about it. It was nice to be somewhere where the men didn't insist on making it with you. She hadn't taken advantage of that guy either; he had enjoyed stroking her as much as she enjoyed the momentary stimulation. No accounting for taste.
Down the hall of the second floor, more and more people were making out. Men were openly caressing women's legs and the way their arms went up those dresses, it was clear that a lot more than leg was being felt.
Janey got the excitement again, tripping down the hall and watching this. A couple of times she jumped away from guys who grabbed her ass. Sometimes she had to move out of the area quickly, but it made her laugh and was good to the general spirit of the party.
She walked into another room, a small living room. To one side of her a couple was mouth-kissing very passionately. As she walked by and glanced at them, sh heard a long unmistakable sound on other side: it was definitely genital kissing. She glanced that way and couldn't believe it. A guy was on his knees between the legs of a woman seated on a couch and was kissing her full on the vagina, making loud slurpy noises like you do when you eat pussy sometimes. He was really kissing her, and from the sound of it, she must have been really wet and wide open and ready. She was nude from head to toe. Her face was thrown back, her eyes closed in lust, her hands caressing his active head.
Janey moved further on to the end of the room where a double wooden door painted white met her. Hesitating for just a second, she put her hand on the brass handle and twisted it. The latch was released, and the door swung open. A small knot of people just inside the door stared at her and seemed to welcome her. She closed the door behind her softly, and looked down at them seated before her on the floor, some of them were fully dressed, some were in their underwear. They talked or stroked each other or played some kind of cards, including a Tarot reading, and a couple of them were making out passionately.
The real scene of the room was happening on the huge bed at the far end, however. There was hardly any light there, but from the scent of things and the noise, it was clear there was lots of heavy fucking going on.
One of the men in the group in front of her introduced himself, took her hand in greeting, and got her to join in whatever discussion was taking place from time to time. She sat with them for a while, talking animatedly, letting her body be stroked by friendly hands and contributing her own caresses to various individuals of both sexes in the group.
Before too long one of the women had had enough from her male partner and lay back on the floor with hungry eyes. She wore only panties. Her tits were large and good-looking. She rubbed her own nipples as her friend, wearing only cotton under-shorts swollen by an erect penis, peeled her panties down from the waist, exposing her hairy pussy to the excited eyes of whoever in the group cared to watch, and he bent toward her kissing her groin and licking it around her mound. She raised her knees up, lifted her hips slightly to let him lift her panties all the way off. She was also exposing her glistening vagina lips this way, and he was not long in splitting them with his passionate tongue.
Under pressure of this stimulus, other members of the group made grabs for each other's genitals.
Janey moved aware, excited but not ready to involve herself there. She watched momentarily from the slight distance, then walked further along, into the darkness of the room. The closer she got to the bed near the other wall, the more she as able to make out what was happening.
It was largely a raft of naked people orgying on the bed. They were so tangled up, it was hard to tell what was going on, but now and then a penis clearly moved in and out of a vagina, or a tongue deftly stroked the crack of someone's ass.
Some people were dozing on the floor next to the bed. Janey moved backward and bumped into some arms. 'Excuse me,' she said, disengaging herself.
She walked a little further back the other way, but wanted to watch more of what they doing on the bed. Right in front of her on the floor a naked man was standing with hands on hips, cock sticking straight out into the mouth of a woman. She held his ass, caressed his balls, and sucked him firmly, every now and then making a loud smacking noise as her mouth took in some air.
Janey was fascinated and felt a burning in her cunt. The moisture slowly welled up inside and her hips began to throb with sudden desire.
At that perfect moment she felt some hands caressing her buttocks. It was dark and she did not turn around, but she let the stranger caress her. It felt fantastic. The hands moved up and down her hips, from back to thigh, covering only what her skirt covered. At times one of the hands would turn sideways so the fingers could press into the cleft between her hips and massage the intimate crack up and down. Sometimes the hand would press far inward when it got to the bottom of her ass and would tickle her by making a pass against her cunt.
What finally surprised her was the feel of the hand moving around the front of her body, caressing her
