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.