Chapter 7

Angie was doing one of her favorite things--she was dancing. The Saturday-night party had begun slowly at about two or three in the afternoon when the first guests who weren't already staying at the ranch had begun to arrive and congregate around the pool for gossip and sun. It was now nearly eight, and she and Tim were grooving together to the raucous sounds of a very heavy rock group that Bailey had hired for the entire weekend.

This was undoubtedly the most sumptuous party Angie had ever been to. Out on the patio were long tables decorated with huge ornate ice sculptures and endless trays of crab, shrimp, lobster, oysters, and salmon. Pretty young waitresses in Playboy- bunny- type costumes pranced around with bottles of superb French champagne, seeing that no glass stayed empty for more than a moment. Angie was enjoying the champagne and the music and the powerful joint she and Tim had shared a short while ago behind an ivy-shrouded pillar in the garden.

Most of the people present were not Tim's, or Angie's, type. They were very sleek and modishly dressed, with personalities that came across like chipped ice. But they were pretty, and Angie was enjoying the novelty of dancing among such beautiful people, grooving on the stoned high that was floated around in her head. She felt daring and sexy, and she was enjoying dancing with Tim. He could really go, and it was a challenge to try to keep up with her youthful partner.

Angie realized that this party was supposed to be an orgy, but she hadn't seen any sign of it so far, other than the odd familiar pat on the ass between members of the same, or opposite sex. She herself had been giving Jethro lots of training in how to fuck and lick cunt, and she suspected that Sid Bailey planned to use the animal tonight, though she had no idea when or how.

Strange cat, she thought as she watched her host wandering among his guests, chatting and hugging and kissing, dressed in a floor-length toga of crushed purple velvet. She quickly forgot about Sid as Tim grabbed her and led her in a complicated dancing maneuver across the floor, laughing and jostling other couples. After another ten minutes or so, the band came to a halt and Sid Bailey mounted the stage and raised his arms majestically for his guests' attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced. "If you have gorged on our seafood, I think it is time for your dessert. May I present-- " he turned dramatically to his left and extended an arm toward the adjoining room-- "Miss Dessert of 1975!"

Angie was captivated and mystified by what Bailey might be planning, but she giggled along with the rest of the guests as all looked expectantly towards the French doors that opened slowly. Into the room, moving with the regal majesty of a queen, came a beautifully made-up young woman that Angie recognized at once as Sharon Moore, the starlet.

Sharon's thick red hair hung in carefully curled ringlets to her shoulders. Her eyes were heavily decorated with mascara and a lustrous green eyeshadow. Her cheeks were very pink and her lips were red. She wore a tightly closed floor-length robe of shimmery silver-threaded cream. Her look and bearing was regal, yet demure.

Despite herself, Angie found something totally captivating and quite titillating about the rather garish appearance of the lovely young woman. She had almost forgotten Bailey's presence when he walked up to the girl and took her grandly by the hand, obviously intending to lead her back through the French doors.

Bailey turned to his guests and said, "If you will follow, please, ladies and gentlemen..."

By now the news that something was happening had lured all the guests onto the dance area, and they eagerly filed out after Bailey through corridors and across courtyards until they came to a large room that was starkly, totally white. In the middle of the room was a white-covered dais that was raised only about a foot off the floor.

Bailey helped Sharon remove her robe, and the rather nervous redhead stood before the crowd dressed only in one large shiny rhinestone that was inset in her navel. Bailey helped the young starlet lie down on the dais, where she lay rigid, her eyes staring fixedly at the ceiling.

Bailey addressed the assembly of curious guests. "Ladies and gentlemen, this young women has volunteered to be our main course tonight. First, though, she must be dressed for the occasion. Henri..." He gestured towards a small dark man dressed in a chef's uniform who had entered the room after everyone else.

"It's up to you now, Henri," Bailey said and stepped back a little to give the man room to work.

The man called Henri pulled from a satchel several tubes of decorator icing and began to work on the naked beauty who lay lush and nervous beneath him. Apparently oblivious to the sexual qualities of his subject, Henri worked calmly and expertly, creating pink rosebuds around the fringe of Sharon's thick red pussy hair, drawing curlicues around the full rounded outline of her tits, making a multicolored sunburst of her navel and belly. Even the lobe of each ear was cleared of ringlets to make room for an icing earring.

Angie was so wrapped up in what was happening in the center of the room that for a moment she did not realize the other guests were quietly removing their clothes while Henri worked. A couple of bunny waitresses were working unobtrusively gathering up clothes and clearing them from the room.

Angie looked anxiously at Tim, and saw that the youth, too, was now naked, so, not wanting to be conspicuous, Angie took off her clothes. Only Sid Bailey and the chef were still dressed when the last of the clothes had been removed from the room. In another moment, Henri had finished his task, and he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Bailey stood over Sharon and gestured down to her. "She is ready," was all he said.

The guests encircled the obviously apprehensive woman, either too shy or too polite to want to take first turn at removing the colorfully arrayed pattern that covered the girl's skin. At last a man and a woman on either side of her dropped to each tit and began licking at the rosebuds that topped her pertly upthrust nipples.

Sharon had been a mass of nerves ever since Sid summoned her into the music room. She felt horribly vulnerable now, lying here on the dais, decorated with icing like some weird Kewpie doll. She was beginning to wonder if her anything-for-my-career policy was really worth it.

When Bailey had offered the chance to be the center of attention at his Saturday-night orgy, Sharon had accepted at once, without giving any serious consideration to what it might all come down to in the end. She wanted Sid Bailey to like her and remember her, that was all she knew. She wanted her name to be on the tip of his tongue next time he was looking for a good-looking young redhead for a leading part in one of his TV shows.

But as Saturday had worn on, Sharon's nerve had gradually given out. Now as the man and woman began licking her shamelessly exposed tits, she seriously wondered just what a well-brought-up young farm girl was doing in an incredible, perverse situation like this.

Sharon closed her eyes so as not to have to face the leering stares of the guests who had clustered around to drink in her lewdly arrayed body and to watch their fellows nibble at her appetizing decoration.

Closing her eyes, however, only helped her concentrate more fully on the avid licking that was titillating her pertly upthrust little nipples into taut, excited hardness. The tongues felt awfully good, Sharon realized, as they swirled and lapped at her sensitive nipples, then traced exciting wet little patterns out over the lush, rounded surfaces of her jugs.

Despite herself, the voluptuous redhead began to churn her shapely body slightly in unconscious response to the insistent titillation at her tits. There was a silence of indrawn breath in the stark white room as the guests realized that the real party had begun, that their iced offering was beginning to respond to her preposterous orgiastic situation, vulnerable prey to the attentive eyes, tongues, genitals and what-not of some thirty-odd horny people.

Angie herself was beginning to feel very excited by the sight of this gorgeous young teenager lying naked and defenseless on the dais, responding seemingly in spite of herself to the greedy lickings of her expertly tit-lapping tormentors.

Angie felt a warm surge of compassion for the pretty redhead, who seemed so haughty, but who, Angie suspected, was just a scared kid trying to make her lonely way in the world. She liked the girl, and at the moment she also lusted after her. She suddenly realized that it had been a solid week since she'd enjoyed making love with Sally, and she knew that, despite Jethro's wonderful fucking, she missed the special joys of lesbian love.

So the sensual blonde was quite ready to play along when Sid Bailey came up behind her and whispered in her ear: "Why don't you lick her pussy, Angie honey? Don't you like rosebuds, mmm? Good for you."

Angie turned around and looked at her host's stoned excited grin, and felt an automatic little surge of perverted lust. Yes, she thought, it'd be fun to go down on another woman in front of all these people. It was the kind of turn-on she'd never dreamed of acting out for real, but the exotic, fantasy-world atmosphere in the room made her feel ready for anything.

Carefully, Angie arranged herself between the redhead's long shapely legs, spreading them far apart to give herself room to work. Then she bent forward, nibbling hungrily at the delicate little rosebuds that framed the wiry bush of Sharon's fire-engine- red beaver.

Gradually, ever so gradually, as her wanton excitement increased and her taste for sweet icing paled, Angie worked her tongue farther down through the tangled wiry muff to where the saucy little bud of Sharon's pink clit poked through the protective patch of pussy fur. Angie was becoming thoroughly turned on by what she was doing now, and she thrust her tongue out swiftly and hungrily to search out the moist, blood-engorged tip of the redhead's clitoris.

"Mmmmm!" Angie moaned as her mouth closed over Sharon's vulnerably exposed clitoral nub.

"Mmmm!" Sharon responded despite herself as she felt a tongue work down to her sensitive pussy-furrow and stab deliciously at her passion-trigger. She felt a sudden desire to know just who was dealing such gentle, liquid pleasure to her exposed clitoris, and she raised her head slightly to look down over her icing- dabbled belly, between the two heads that labored over her tits, to recognize the pretty blonde Angie whom she'd watched fuck a dog the other morning.

Sharon felt a quick surge of affection for the lovely visitor, realizing that it made her feel more secure somehow to know that the experienced blonde was helping her through this difficult situation, was treating her defenseless cunt so gently and so well.

"That's nice, Angie," she murmured softly, then let her head fall back on the dais, closing her eyes to once again let the pure brunt of sensation rove over her sensitively aroused nerve- endings. She was beginning to feel less inhibited now. This was perhaps going to turn out to be fun after all. And she felt that she had a friend on her side now, which was a comforting feeling to the often lonely young girl.

Angie heard the pretty redhead compliment her on her muff- diving, and the idea that the girl actually knew who was licking her clit and had taken the trouble to let her know that she enjoyed what Angie was doing to her, made the sensuous blonde work even more eagerly to bring increasing liquid pleasure to the pretty little pussy before her.

Anxious now to put on a memorable show for her silent audience, and to please her lovely victim, Angie put total effort into swirling her tongue moistly around and around the hard button of Sharon's clit, worrying the little nub with taunting liquid strokes. In time she let her tongue move farther down between the hair-fringed flanges of Sharon's wetly glistening gash. She drew back a moment to drink in the vulnerable beauty of Sharon's moist pink cunt-flesh, then sank her head far in between the starlet's legs and shoved her tongue as far as it would go up into the dilating mouth of her obviously craving snatch.

"Oh, God!" Sharon moaned aloud, beginning to lose her earlier sense of shame and humiliation in the erotic onslaught of her many lovers' delightful tonguing. It was Angie's tongue shooting up into her hungry cunt, though, that helped the now squirming redhead cast off her last self-doubts and begin to respond to her lewdly depraved situation wholeheartedly.

"Ooooh, ahhh!" she mewled between parched lips that she ran her tongue wetly over to soothe, even as she felt another mouth beginning to nibble at her sunburst navel. No sooner had Sharon's tongue ceased moistening her lips than another pair of lips closed over her own and locked with her in a lustful soul-kiss.

The redhead was now losing count of how many mouths were tonguing her turned-on body. All she knew was that she had never felt so alive, so totally responsive to the limitless pleasures of the flesh. Reveling in her newfound sensual freedom, she wrapped her hands in two of her lovers' hair and helped their mouths search out her responding nerve-endings by exerting gentle pressure, forcing them down into her. As her hands moved, her hips began a more abandoned up-thrusting motion to meet Angie's tonguing up her drooling cunt.

Angie was thoroughly delighted by her new friend's quickening response to this unreal erotic situation they'd all now become thoroughly engrossed in. She could feel a hand from somewhere on her own ass as she worked attentively between Sharon's hot, wet cunt-lips, shooting her tongue as far as it would go into the slick hole of the starlet's craving pussy, churning her own butt back to meet the hand that was stroking over it so demandingly.

The blonde realized suddenly that she was ready for anything tonight, that she would welcome anything that anyone wanted to do to her. She was being turned on by this amazing orgy as she'd never been turned on before, and that was going some, she realized with a little smirk of smug satisfaction. She hunched her hips more and more wantonly, hoping that someone might take the hint that her steadily moistening cunt could do with a little caressing.

Suddenly, though, much to her disappointment, she felt a hand pushing her aside from her snug position between Sharon's legs. She looked up impatiently to see that it was Sid Bailey who was pushing her, and that at his side stood Jethro, the big golden half-breed mongrel, her lover of the last few days.

"Let's let old Jethro have a go at some cunt-lapping, shall we, Angie?" Sid whispered in her ear. "Why don't you show the dog where to look for the goodies, eh?"

The pretty blonde was a little sorry to have to stop tonguing the redhead's musky-tasting cunt, but she was newly aroused by the titillating idea of helping the less experienced woman savor the pleasures of dog-tongue.

She positioned Jethro between Sharon's legs, and led his nose to the hair-bordered slit before him. The dog needed little encouragement, once his senses had detected the aroma of hot, seeping cunt-juice. At once his long pink tongue darted out to lick wetly up the whole length of Sharon's open, puffy gash.

"Aaaaagghhh!" the pinioned redhead moaned as she responded to the lapping at her craving pussy-furrow. She'd been disappointed when she realized Angie's tongue was deserting her twat, but had felt confident that it would be replaced by another. Now she was curious to find out just who could have such a long and oddly rough tongue.

Suddenly the light dawned as her ears registered an eager little yelp of excitement that was definitely not human. The dog! They'd brought in the dog to lap at her unprotected pussy!

"No, no, not that!" she moaned in protest as she tried in vain to wriggle away from the suddenly intolerable situation. It hadn't occurred to her that the dog would be brought into the act, but now she realized that Bailey had probably been planning this lewd little episode all along. Now here she was being humiliated in front of some of the biggest names on the coast, lying pinned down by numerous lapping bodies while a huge dog licked at her cunt! God, she'd never live it down!

Opening her eyes in mute entreaty, unable to speak because of a new pair of lips that had melded wetly with hers, she looked about her in search of an understanding face that might realize her humiliation and help her get out of there. But all she saw were dazed-looking faces, heavy with lust, and bodies strangely co-mingled, lapping and groping at one another while they watched the exciting spectacle before them. Obviously everyone was incredibly turned on by the idea of watching her get licked by a dog, and only too eager to watch the further progress of her continuing degradation.

Suddenly a familiar face loomed over her, a face that looked kind and understanding, sensitive. She realized vaguely that it was Sid's brother Tim and dared to hope that this might be the ticket to her salvation. The handsome youth gently pushed aside the woman who had been kissing Sharon's lips and moved in closer. Sharon smiled up at the boy, entreating him to do something for her.

Tim did something for her, but it was not in the least what Sharon had been looking for. He thrust his rigidly erect cock between her full, parted lips and began a slow pumping motion far into the back of her throat. Overwhelmed with despair, the starlet began sucking his prick with mechanical resignation, only too aware that that big dog was still licking wetly up and down the defenseless slit of her naked pussy.

Totally inexperienced in anything quite so uninhibited as a group orgy, Tim had watched a little hesitantly from the sidelines for a while as men and women all around him gradually became involved in the writhing pile of lust that had grown on the white carpeted floor. At last, he'd begun to feel comfortable in his excitingly promiscuous environment, and had turned on to watching Angie licking and prodding at the redhead's widespread cunt- furrow. More and more he'd warmed up to the idea of finding a place for himself in the confused morass of flesh, and he'd seized upon an idea when the dog was brought in. It was just like the other morning in the woods with Angie! Jeez, it had felt good to have a woman suck his cock while she got fucked by a dog!

Tim decided it would be fun to help initiate this brazen young starlet into the same situation. His cock had been almost painful, it was so hard, and it now felt incredibly arousing to saw it in and out of this pretty young stranger's red ovaled mouth. He looked down at her face and was surprised at the vulnerable beauty he read there.

When he'd first met this girl, he'd written her off as just another of the ambitious young groupies who gathered around his brother by the carload. Now, though, he realized that this girl was younger and more innocent than he'd thought. She actually seemed to be a little frightened at what was happening to her. She was licking and sucking his cock with the absentminded fervor of a nervous baby listening to a thunderstorm. He suddenly felt incredibly tender toward this lost young creature, and he ran his hand soothingly through her mass of red ringlets as his cock continued to pump rhythmically up between her lips.

"It feels really good, baby," he said in a half-whisper that curiously mingled lust and tenderness. "I want you to dig it, too. You're really beautiful, you know that?"