An audible sigh of appreciation went around the room. Distracted by it, Llona glanced quickly about. The blonde was seated between two men. Her hands were busy in the laps of both of them. The redhead was lying face down across the knees of three men on the other couch. One of them had pushed up. her skirt and was stroking her bare bottom. The second had his hands under her and was squeezing her breasts. Her face was burrowed deeply in the lap of the third. He was biting the knuckles of one hand and staring at Raven.
Beside her, Llona felt Archie’s hands caressing her thighs. He was none too gentle about it, and every so often he’d pinch her as if to mark off his upward progress. But he too was staring at Raven’s bared breast. Llona followed his glance and looked back at the brunette.
Raven’s bared breast was still the center of attention. And rightly so. It was a Booby Supreme, a breast to stand out among the finest breasts of the ages, a bra manufacturer’s ideal, a mammarian masterpiece, the acme of bosomy beauty. A large, perfect globe tapering off to a sharp nipple which curved upward in the exact center of the breast, it was truly sculpted perfection. The deep shadow marking the cleft to the left of it shaded into off-white ivory which covered the expanse of quivering roundness. The ivory gave way to a delicate pink where the roseate encircled the nipple. And the nipple itself was a bright red, over half an inch long, rigid and dagger-like as it tapered to a sharp point.
Now Raven manipulated her long black tresses so that the breast played hide-and-seek with them. The creamy flesh was hidden by the ebony hair. Then the redness of the nipple peeped between two strands and moved as if with a life of its own to widen the gap. Slowly, the roseate came into view. Then Raven tossed her curls and once again the whole magnificent breast came into view.
She took a strand of hair in her hand and twirled it in front of the naked breast while she wriggled free of the other shoulder strap. She did it teasingly, but not as slowly as she had when releasing the first breast. Now both breasts were naked and playing peekaboo with her mantle of hair.
Raven turned away for a moment, and when she turned back the top of her gownhad been completely removed. She began to move very fast now, her breasts gyrating so wildly that they seemed to blur before Llona’s eyes. She moved in toward the men watching her and let the tips flick against their cheeks and brush their outstretched hands. But when they tried to grab for the bobbling bosom, Raven danced quickly and tantalizingly out of range.
The response to this playfulness caused Llona to look around again. The blonde was straddled across one of the men’s laps, facing him, her dress tossed up over her jutting hips, bouncing up and down frenziedly. The redhead was kneeling in front of the man in the center of the couch, her hair tumbling over his knees, her face hidden, her outstretched hands clenched into loose fists manipulating the rigid excitement of the men on either side of her. Beside Llona, Archie was flicking a sharp fingernail against the lip of her womanhood. The sensation was exquisitely painful.
Llona pushed his hand away, clenched her thighs and focussed on Raven again. The exotic brunette had settled to the floor. She lay on her back with her legs stretched straight up in the air. Even in this position her large, spread-out breasts jutted up imposingly. As she moved her legs, the tight red gown inched its way down her legs.
She swung over on one hip as it reached the juncture of her thighs. By pivoting on it and rubbing against the floor, she inched the gown still higher. Slowly, her plump, oscillating derriere was brought into view. Then she turned over on her back and there was the sound of another sharp intake of breath from the onlookers as her pulsating femininity was seen.
Raven closed her eyes. Her body was perfectly still now except for the slow, grinding movements of the fulcrum of her sex. Her breathing grew heavy as her lower lips opened and closed rhythmically. So too did the breathing of those watching her.
The room was thick with an aroma of perfume and perspiration and passion now. The atmosphere itself seemed steeped in it. It was as though the very air itself was rippling with the erotic rhythms of Raven’s flesh.
Someone handed her a lit cigarette. She inserted the tip delicately between the lips of her sex. The cigarette glowed brightly as if it was being inhaled. A thin cloud of smoke swirled around the clean-shaven area. The fact of its hairlessness lent it an added eroticism.
Then, finally, came the piece de resistance. A medium-sized, sable and white cocker spaniel was brought in. Raven snapped her fingers and the dog stretched out between her thighs. Its tongue flicked at her. Raven’s lower body rose into the air and a cry escaped her lips. The dog repeated the caress and her reaction was the same. Again and again it was repeated until finally Raven heaved up wildly and screamed as the dog plunged its snout against her flesh.
Raven turned over and crouched. The dog was ready for her. After a moment its yelp mingled with Raven’s ecstatic cry as both attained satisfaction. And then the show was over.
The lights went on, and Rooney stood over the prostrate figure of the brunette. He casually dropped the pants of the formal outfit he was wearing and sprawled over the girl. Behind him two or three other men lined up to wait their turn.
Llona looked around and saw that the blonde and the redhead were similarly engaged. Beside her, Archie was trying to wedge his hand under her with a series of small pinches. She winced at a particularly painful one, and a smile of perverse pleasure crossed his face. He removed his hand then and tried to force Llona’s legs apart, bruising her flesh with his roughness.
“What—?” Llona started to say.
“Come on now, baby-baby-baby. You know what you’re here for.”
“But I’m not-—” Llona thought better of it. The fact was, after all, that she was. She had set out to lose her virginity, and even with the profit motive made questionable, her aim remained the same. “Does it have to be so public?” she asked Archie instead.
“Well, da boys might get miffed, but da hell wit’ ’em. No reason we shouldn’t go inside for a little private party.” He led the way toward one of the doors leading off the main room.
Llona found herself in a small bedroom. Archie closed the door behind them and turned to her. As he walked toward her, he looked more aggressive than passionate. For a little man, he looked very aggressive indeed.
Llona, on the other hand, was doing her best to look tantalizing and sexy. She posed beside the bed with her breasts thrust out and wriggled her hips slightly. “I’m ready and waiting, lover,” she cooed.
Archie came right up to her and took a long look at her lushly naked body. He raised his hand as though to stroke her breast. But the hand came up higher and cracked her hard across the face.
Llona fell back across the bed. “Why—-?”
“Shaddup!” He leaned over her and slapped her again. “No talk. All action. That’s your cue, sister.” He got his arm under her and wrenched hard so that she flipped over on the bed in a breathless instant. He stood back for a moment and pulled his belt free of the loops of his pants. Then he slapped the leather against the palm of one hand as he gazed down at Llona’s trembling derriere.
“I don’t like to be hurt.” Her voice quavered as she looked at him pleadingly over one shoulder.
“Whaddaya mean you don’t like? Yer not here to like or not like. Yer here to do what I say. An’ besides, ya hadn’t oughta knock nothin’ ’til ya try it.” With that Archie cracked the belt across the twin mounds of her flesh.
Llona squealed at the blow. A red welt appeared immediately across the delicate curvature of her derriere. The muscles tensed automatically in preparation for the next blow.