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?"
The stoned Tim was becoming thoroughly engrossed in his own private fantasy of sawing his cock into the pinioned face of this lovely young starlet, of making love to a near stranger in this rather animalistic way, yet still really caring for her. Of feeling this intense rush of excitement at sharing something really unusual and really special with a beautiful woman he might never see again, yet he was sure he would never forget.
A few tears had rushed to Sharon's eyes as Tim's words registered on her sense-distorted brain. Once again she felt she was making contact with someone special, someone she could really care about. Angie might have deserted her cunt to a… dog, but Tim was still here. And Tim was a beautiful boy…
She began to suck the youth's cock with an aroused eagerness that signaled her subtle reentry into the momentarily abandoned world of pure lust. So the dog was licking her cunt. That didn't really matter. It wasn't bad, like she'd thought at first. Everyone here was tied together in a strange kind of sensual bond, and whatever they did together was strictly for the stark witness of this room. She understood now. She was in fantasyland, and tomorrow when she woke up, it would all be over, but for the moment every erotic dream she'd ever cared to dream could be hers.
Angie was kneeling excitedly by Jethro's side, stroking the friendly brute as he licked his long wet tongue hungrily over the exposed expanse of Sharon's rosy gash. She realized the young redhead had been horrified at first by what was happening to her, and Angie considered it a natural enough reaction to a new and somewhat forbidden experience.
She was excited now, though, to watch the subtle little wiggles of the other woman's hips as she gradually began to respond to Jethro's dynamite dog-tongue. Angie herself felt cunt-juice seeping wetly from her own neglected snatch, and she absently began to run a hand over her belly and down into the silky-soft curls of her blonde beaver. She envied Sharon her experience with Jethro's tongue and began to feel she might try to steal the dog away for a few minutes to satisfy the maddening lust nibbling at her own craving cunt.
Angie tickled gently at the rigid nub of her own clitoris as she gazed at the confused assembly of heads licking and tonguing Sharon's tits and belly. When she spotted Tim sawing his cock smoothly and rhythmically between the other woman's eagerly pursed lips, she felt a slight pang of jealousy. It was exciting, though, to watch another woman, one whose cunt she herself had been licking, making love to two of her own favorite males.
Once again Angie found herself experiencing a desire for the handsome Tim, of considering what it would be like to again let herself be fucked by a human male.
Her fingers moving relentlessly around the blood-swollen head of her own clitoris, Angie stared through lust-dazed eyes as Tim's thick hard young cock sawed evenly in and out of Sharon's welcoming lips. Angie watched with rapt attention as the younger woman darted her tongue out from time to time to tease at the heavy vein that ran down the underside of Tim's prick. Then the blonde's eyes wandered down over the well-coiffed heads that worried Sharon's tits and dabbed enticingly at her belly, which was now licked clean of icing. Even the rhinestone had disappeared, and Angie couldn't help wondering with a giggle if someone had eaten that, too.
Her gaze carried on down to where Jethro's big gold head labored tirelessly between the redhead's eagerly splayed thighs. With vicarious lust Angie shoved a finger far up into her itching cunt-hole as she watched the dog's gifted tongue lapping the other girl's gash.
"Oooohhh!" Sharon moaned around the thick, hard-driving cock in her mouth as her entire being again became thoroughly consumed by lust. She felt like queen of the world as her tits, belly, and cunt all responded to the tender caresses of various strangers' hands and mouths.
The young girl felt she was actually losing a lot of her old inhibitions, and she was glad now that Sid Bailey had chosen her to be the center of attention tonight. Whether it got her a starring role or not, Sharon Moore had never known such sensual awakening in her entire young life. Now she realized there were some things at least as, if not more, important than landing a major role. She looked forward with eager anticipation to sampling more new thrills.
Angie looked around her at the variously coupled groups in the large, plush room, and realized that many of the guests had abandoned their vigil at Sharon's side to become involved in mini-orgies of their own. She could see Sid Bailey, over in a corner, still wearing his toga but now drawn up over his hips as a voluptuous young starlet sucked and teased at his hard stubby dick. As she watched, though, Bailey seemed to lose interest in the girl's cock-sucking endeavors and he rose to his feet and strolled over to the eagerly laboring group still clustered around Sharon. He watched for a moment, apparently excited by what he saw, then he smiled over at Angie and walked down to where the promiscuous blonde was kneeling with a finger shoved far up into her pussy.
"Having a good time, Angie?" he asked facetiously. Then, turning to Sharon and her admirers, he said in a loud voice, "I think it's time for the main event, don't you?"
When the others looked up to see what he meant, he gestured for them to turn Sharon over while he pulled the dog back from her glistening wet cunt.
"Get her up on hands and knees," he ordered, then indicated to Angie that she should help the dog mount the inexperienced young redhead.
Pulling her slick finger a little abashedly from her cunt-hole, Angie moved forward on her knees and patted the redhead's upturned asscheeks. "Come on, Jethro," she cooed to the waiting dog. "Up, boy, up."
Sharon had become immediately apprehensive when she'd felt her body being pried apart from its comfortable sensual involvement and now poised on hands and knees like a bitch dog. She realized through a smoky haze of lust-dimmed confusion that this was it. Bailey was going to have the dog fuck her.
She felt a shiver of half-fear, half-excitement as she felt the big animal's paws clutch her hips, but was immediately soothed to feel Tim's cock reentering her mouth and reestablishing its steady in-out stroking motion. Well, she'd decided she wanted to experience more of this new sensuality and she was going to get it now. She was going to be fucked by a dog, right here in a well-lighted room full of people. An involuntary shudder of revulsion took possession of her whole vulnerably poised young body, and she broke away from Tim's cock long enough to speak.
"Angie!" the victimized redhead cried, automatically feeling a need to know that the experienced older woman was there, that she would help her handle this perverse encounter.
"Sssshhhh, don't worry, darling," the blonde soothed the timid girl, immediately sympathizing with her fear and confusion, remembering how apprehensive she herself had felt the first time Sally encouraged her to fuck Saxon. And that time there had been just the three of them alone. She hadn't been expected to perform in a whole roomful of jaded strangers.
Though she felt pity for Sharon's plight, at the same time Angie felt an incredible tingle of excitement as she guided Jethro's slick red cock towards the vulnerable target of Sharon's upturned cunt-mouth.
"I'm here, Sharon. I'll help you. I promise Jethro's cock will feel better than anything you've ever known."
Sharon's uncontrollable trembling abated somewhat as the older woman's soothing words registered on her lust-distorted mind. Again she sucked dutifully on Tim's cock, and her blow-job took on a new, more abandoned intensity as she felt the dog's cock-tip prodding at her drooling gash. She could feel Angie's arm brushing against her thigh as she guided the dick up into the place against her cunt-mouth. She even felt a perverse little thrill now that she was actually going to let a dog fuck her.
"Arrrgggghhhhhh!" the redhead moaned suddenly, trying to pull her mouth away from Tim's tireless cock but unable to escape his relentless skewering.
Jethro's hard, tapered prick had rammed several inches right up into her convulsively clutching pussy, and the pressure of his huge cock up inside her tight hole made the young redhead feel like her cunt was being torn in two.
Sharon tried to wriggle her butt forward, away from the dog's jabbing prick, away from the pain that was soaring so excruciatingly through her tense body. She felt hot tears come to her eyes as unseen hands held her in place, forced her to take more of the brutal dog-cock. Even Tim was holding her hair firmly, forcing her to keep sucking his throbbing rod while her body ached for freedom, unable to feel anything but raw pain and humiliation.
Reality now struck home with a thud, now that the pleasure had given way to this horrible pain. Here she was kneeling on the floor in this weird man's house, being forced to fuck a dog while uncounted pairs of eyes watched her and turned on to her heartless degradation. Even Angie had betrayed her. She'd said getting screwed by Jethro would feel good, better than anything she'd ever known before. The truth was that she'd never in her life felt such terrible pain.
Angie was kneeling forward on her own hands and knees to get a better view of Jethro's well-developed cock ramming its way up into the grunting starlet's unyielding cunt-hole. Angie realized it must be hurting Sharon quite a lot at the moment, but she knew the pain would fade, would give way to unspeakable pleasure. In the meantime she was getting uncontrollably excited by the sight of the dog's slick red prick pummeling the defenseless younger woman's upturned twat with such unrelenting vigor.
Even as she continued her preoccupation with the tantalizing scene going on before her, Angie felt a pair of hands grasping her own asscheeks and a firm pressure up against the moist mouth of her own craving cunt. She realized one of the other men at the party was about to fuck her, and she found herself eager to feel a long, thick human cock drubbing her hungry pussy while she watched Jethro screw the protesting Sharon.
"Uuuuhhhh!" she moaned in animal appreciation as the blood-swollen tool invaded her snatch, sliding smoothly up into her steadily dilating cunt-hole with each, tentative short stroke until it was buried balls deep in her quim.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me, whoever you are!" she found herself saying, and was for a moment slightly shocked at her own wanton words, sounding like a common whore to whom the identity of her lovers means nothing. But the stranger's prick felt wonderful, and the very impersonal nature of her participation in this weird orgiastic drama was indeed half the excitement.
Sharon heard Angie's lusty mewl through the confused daze of her own pain and degradation, and the sound brought her senses back to thoughts of pleasure, reminding her that what was happening to her was not intended to be punishment. To be screwed hard and thoroughly was few women's idea of being put on the rack. She realized with vague surprise that Jethro's cock working its way in and out of her steadily expanding cunt-canal was actually beginning to feel good. Amazingly good, in fact.
Reassured by the knowledge that Angie's prediction of indescribable pleasure was actually coming true, she began to make a few timid undulations of her hips back towards the tirelessly humping animal, testing the best way to get most advantage of his hard-thrusting prick.
Sharon realized that she had never been this filled up before in her life. Always before she could get herself to the point where she was enjoying the benefits of a thick dick, she had let herself be stymied by the pain, and had begged off. But now that she had been forced to put up with the first few minutes of pain, she found that she could take all the cock Jethro was dishing out with relative ease. And she liked it. In fact she loved it.
"Oh, yes, darling, fuck me! Fuck me, you beautiful big dog!"
She had finally broken away from Tim's cock long enough to declare her lust. Then, making a few taunting licks at the swollen mushroom head of the youth's prick, she opened her mouth wide to swallow the entire blood-engorged dong with eager hunger.
So good, so good! she thought dementedly to herself, first drinking in the titillating effects of that hard, relentless cock skewering up into her quivering cunt, then concentrating on the lovely dick impaling her willing mouth. Sharon Moore was convinced she had just arrived in heaven.
Tim Bailey was finding his part in the lusty scenario even more arousing than the three-way orgy with Angie and Jethro in the woods. This time it was a rather innocent young woman his own age who was sucking his dick and taking his dog's hard prick up in her pussy, not a seasoned veteran of cock-sucking and dog-fucking.
Tim was thoroughly excited by watching the progress of the lovely redhead's conversion to total sensuality, wildly stimulated by her fumbling lapping and sucking at his steadily bloating prick. Gazing around him, Tim was further stimulated by the sight of a whole roomful of people engrossed in a weird daisy-chain of fucking and sucking and kissing and hugging.
The youth looked over to where his brother was standing, jacking off and watching Sharon squirming wantonly under the thrusting pricks of man and beast. Tim felt a surge of affection for the older man, who, he realized, was forced into this wild search for pleasure by his own rather limited sexual responses.
Angie was flying high on a peak of total sensual bliss. She realized it had been unrealistic of her to try to shut herself off from one perfectly normal and thoroughly satisfying sexual outlet. To banish men from her life had been a mistake. She saw that now. All she had to do was find swingers, the kind of guys who could enjoy sex – all kinds of sex – for its own sake. Like she did.
For a moment Angie closed her eyes tight and reveled in the tingling sensations soaring through her entire lustful being. That prick fucking so tirelessly up between her welcoming pussy-lips felt like nothing she had known in some time. His stroke was more rhythmic, more sensitive to her own responses than a dog could ever be, and she delighted in the cock's thick, filling energy.
For a moment, it even ceased movement altogether. Angie thought she would go mad with anticipation as her eyes again flew open to watch the dog-cock fucking furiously into Sharon's defenseless snatch, while every fiber of her being waited for that anonymous dick in her own pussy to resume its awesome thrusting.
At last the stranger's cock again drove far up into her greedy pussy-sheath and Angie thrust her head up with sheer happiness, smiling broadly as she again quivered to the tune of a fine fierce fucking.
"Oh, put the prick to me, baby! You fuck me so good!" she cried wantonly.
Sharon was now beyond logic. She didn't see herself as the sacrificial victim of this entire evening's lewd entertainment, kneeling on a raised dais in the middle of an eerie white room fucking a dog and sucking a man's cock, and, from time to time, feeling identityless hands running over her back and round, upthrust buttcheeks. She was the high priestess of lust tonight. And she was loving every minute of it!
If Sharon could have smiled, there would have been a grin broad as her whole face written all over her right now. She could feel tantalizing little darts of passion assaulting her naked body from the tips of her curled toes all the way up to her tingling earlobes. Though her experience in such matters was small, she realized she was about to undergo an orgasm the likes of which she had never known before. The steady drumming of Jethro's long thick cock was driving her to it. The hard, filling girth of Tim's prick in her mouth was calling her to it, as she licked and swirled her tongue around the slickly sawing shaft.
Tim knew he had never been so excited in his life. He didn't think he could hold on much longer against Sharon's talented tongue on his rock-hard tool. He had enjoyed watching the lovely redhead progress from reluctant self-sacrifice to eager, robust sensuality in the span of a few hedonistic hours. The way her ass was shoving back to greet the staccato fuck-thrusts of Jethro's turgid dog-cock indicated her 100-percent participation. She was enjoying fucking and sucking at least as much as the more experienced Angie had the other morning, and she had come upon her sensual awakening all in one grand-slam occasion.
"Wow, baby, you are really something else!" Tim groaned, and his cock suddenly began to shoot out its heavy load of thick white jizz, blasting the fiery jets far into the back of the redhead's throat.
"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" he groaned again and again, reveling in the knowledge that he was the first to release his load into her hungering depths.
Eager to absorb every last drop of the young Tim's bitter-sweet load of spunk, Sharon gulped at the exploding knob of his incredibly swollen rod, at the same time thrusting her butt back to receive the dog's orgasm that her intensified movement seemed to have triggered at the same moment. Now she was being filled from both ends with her darling lovers' fuck-juice, and the knowledge drove her over the peak of wanton excitement to a never-never land of mind-bending bliss.
"MMmmm!" she moaned greedily around Tim's slowly deflating cock, her belly, her tits, her whole aroused being floating in the maddening euphoria of total release.
Just watching the lovely redhead get it off sparked Angie's orgasm, and she howled into the relative quiet of the lust-filled room.
"Oh, God! I'm coming! COOMMIINNGG!!"
As her belly quivered and churned with its incredible orgasm, she could feel the cock inside her cunt expand and finally explode with a hot load of thick jizz.
There were tears of happiness in Angie's eyes as she realized the extent of the incredible orgasm the five of them had enjoyed almost simultaneously. It was as though a subtle spell of magic had enveloped the room, absorbing everyone inside in its incredible power. From other parts of the room she could hear other men and women shrieking as they came, and she reveled in the total sensuality that had invaded all their lives on this strange Saturday night.
She looked over to where Sid Bailey had been pumping his own cock so energetically to see that he, too, was now getting his release, shooting a shower of white spunk over Tim and Sharon's heads, his face distorted by a rigid mask of culminating lust.
Though Angie had felt in the moments of her overwhelming orgasm that she was spent for the night, that she couldn't possibly summon up the energy to fuck and suck any more, within minutes she was being maneuvered onto her back, and another cock was sliding far up into her wet, welcoming cunt. She opened her eyes to find herself staring into the handsome face of one of TV's most prominent stars.
She grinned and murmured, "Hi, good-looking," before closing her eyes and letting herself drift off on another voyage of pure pleasure, one of several she was to enjoy that night.
Vaguely she was aware of the bustle of activity around her as several lovely young women competed for the chance to be next to fuck the big, gold-colored dog. Angie realized dimly she would not get her chance to screw Jethro tonight, but the thought didn't bother her at all.
Tonight she wanted men, men and more men.