Chapter 8
Tuesday afternoon I came home from work in a dither. The Oralist Society was going to open up an art gallery, and Cynthia had invited me to participate in the living show they were going to put on. It was to be a public statement of orality, and how to live it and love it.
I had picked up on Cynthia's invitation to call her during the week, the one she'd made at the meeting that turned into an orgy of oralism. We'd talked for a long time, and I'd ended up feeling much better about the whole society and its personal and public goals. I filled Cynthia in on what a strong effect her statement about accepting your own orality had made on me, and how I had begun to live it.
Then I did something crazy. I called up several of my old lovers and invited them to come too, even though most of them weren't really oralists. Jack, the law student, agreed to come right away. Randy the Rutter was surly, but he said he'd think about coming, and maybe bring Tommy, too, if he came. Penny was delighted, and said she and Pete would be there for sure. Darlene, my friend from work, said she'd probably come too. She and I had never been lovers, but I was sure that her slender, blonde beauty would add something to any opening. Joanie was busy.
I showered at home and had a quick dinner. I got to the new gallery at seven, an hour before it was due to open. I was more excited than I used to be back in my home town when I knew the circus was coming to town.
So were the others! We were doing it together, almost as part of the same family. I saw several faces that were quite familiar from lie other night, and I enjoyed being civilized with them this time.
I walked into the back room. Two of the-girls were stripped half naked and were down on their knees, emptying sacks of color into large pots.
"What are you two doing?" I asked.
"Mixing the paints for the body painting exhibition."
"Huh?" I was shocked.
"Yeah, it's going to be wild," Julie said. She had long, dark hair and a devilish grin and big tits.
"See this stuff we're mixing? These are crushed raspberries, and there's crushed strawberries and blueberries over in the other sacks. There'll be audience participation. First-the juices get painted on, then people lick it off our naked bodies."
"I'm not doing that! What about the cops, won't they arrest us?"
"Naw. They've been paid off. Once people get into it, they'll have a ball."
I was dubious, then I started thinking about what it would be like to be painted then licked clean with lots of tongues all over my body. Then it sounded better. I found Cynthia and she said I could do it, but that she hoped I'd be a hostess until it started. I agreed to do it.
So I went around with a big hostess button through the gallery which was already filling with people. I passed out the literature and spoke to each of the people. When they asked me questions, I told them about my own sexual activity with my mouth and I even felt good about it, not ashamed at all.
Speeches were to begin at eight. There were to be two brief lectures, a fifteen minute discussion period, and then the body painting, which was to be the highlight of the evening. You have to experience orality to dig it, all the talking in the world doesn't do much. Hopefully, anyone who didn't go for orality too much would have faded away by the time we got to the body painting.
The opening went all right, all that official crap with ribbons and all. Some of the paintings that were unveiled were real shockers: huge red lips, lips on cocks and pussies, sixty-nining, the whole works. People ooed and aahed, then settled down for the lectures.
Just after nine, Cynthia motioned me into one of the back rooms, and I followed her.
"Time for you to get ready," she said in a low, soft voice.
"Get undressed. You can rub this lotion all over your body so the juices won't stain your skin. Then join the other girls hi that little room over there.
"In case you're worried, we've decided to have the men split the audience up after the discussion period is over. Only prospective members or good friends will be allowed to stay, then we shouldn't have any legal hassles to worry about.
Cynthia helped spread the lotion over my body after I got undressed. It didn't smell or anything, but it made me freezing cold at first. Cynthia's hands were going over the shape of my body, over my tits and belly and everywhere. I was getting turned on despite the sensation of cold, but then she said she was finished.
She took me to the other room. There were mirrors all over the place. Julie was in there, naked, and so were two other girls, Terry and Jenny. Margot touched their bodies, then said the lotion seemed to be dry so we could all sit down if we wanted to. Then came the final instructions before we went out in front of the crowd.
"Four platforms are being set at the speaker's end of the gallery right now. Each of you will get a cape, and you'll go to the platform that matches the color of your cape. I'll go along and undo each of your capes and take them off, one by one, in front of the crowd. Then they'll move up around your platforms and pick up the Brushes and start painting you.
"If any of you wants to pull out at any time, just hold your hands over your head and I'll come and lead you away. I've always found it a very enjoyable sensation to have my body painted, but do feel free to stop at any time if it gets uncomfortable for you.
"Let's go in and get the capes. They should be ready for you in there any minute."
I chose a bright, red ruby cape. Julie had a bright green one, and there .was a lemon yellow and a cobalt blue one for the other two girls.
"Now!" came Cynthia's stage whisper.
I walked out first and went up onto my, platform. The others followed. The audience hushed expectantly, then exclaimed heavily when Cynthia pulled off my cape. I was covered with goose pimples and my nipples were jutting out. This was the first time I'd exposed myself nakedly to the public. If only they could have seen me now, the people back in my hometown.
When Julie's cape came off, I saw it wasn't just my figure that was making the audience exclaim. Bright spotlights were on our bodies and the rest of the room was plunged into darkness. Different colors rotated over our bodies, and the lotions that covered our skin were giving off a variety of colors-and shimmering effects.
I've got to admit I'm a bit of a ham actress. As the last girl's cape was being taken off, I went into a brief burlesque routine to get some attention back on me where I thought it belonged. A few people clapped and cheered for me. I thought I recognized Jack's voice in the crowd.
Then the lights were changed, back to straight white but our skins still glimmered.
Someone brought out the pots of paint and laid them around our platforms. Several big sponges were laid around on the platforms.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Cynthia began, "the opportunity we're putting before you is a priceless one. You'll be able to make works of art out of the naked flesh of four beautiful young women's-bodies, coloring them in any way you wish, using the sponges at their feet. Afterwards you'll be able to remove the color in any places you wish—using only your tongues! There's painting smocks over here on this table so you won't have to stain your good clothes. Meanwhile, Janine over here will be playing a shepherd's flute to set the mood. Whenever you're ready, begin."
People walked over to get the smocks quickly enough, but then they were surprisingly shy in approaching us. They stood around like teenagers at a dance, talking and hanging back.
The music from the single wooden flute flowed tauntingly through the room. I found myself getting into the music. I began moving my body slowly and sensuously with it, and I kept wishing they'd go ahead and paint me, I wanted to feel their touch on my body.
Jack was the one who finally broke through. He picked up a red, sopping wet sponge full of strawberry juices.
"All set, Lois, honey?" he asked.
I replied with my body, moving it hi an affirmative teasing way.
He dabbed it once, tentatively, on my cheek. I felt wet drops sliding down my boobs and belly. Then he brought the sponge down over my torso, caressing my tits and cunt with it as he went. I moved into his touch.
Another sponge came onto my thigh, then suddenly they were all over my body. I lifted my arms and swayed, pretending I was in the early pail of a snake dance.
Soft wet sponges were touching my body everywhere now. My cunt and ass were right at face level, and that was where most of the pressure seemed to be concentrated. Someone kept massaging my left breast in constant circles, others were up inside the creases of my asshole and my twat. All wet in there, what a feeling!
The other models were being painted now too. One of the girls panicked. Cynthia went over to her and led her away after she'd signaled frantically in the air.
Cynthia came back to me.
"You look absolutely delicious, Lois," she said to me through the groups painting me. "It looks like every single inch of your body is painted a glorious reel now. It's time to begin to lick, if you're prepared for that."
I swayed back at her and nodded.
"Put down your sponges now, please," she asked the group.
She stood in front of me and stuck out her tongue. Then she brought her tongue over to my swaying, soft, red thigh and began to lick. She licked right up into my juice-covered nest. I moaned and spread my thighs further apart for her, concentrating my movements in my pelvis, sliding up and down on her tongue that was buried in my slit. She touched my clit with her soft probing tongue, and I felt myself shudder deliriously.
Another tongue went into my asshole. Others trailed along my back or concentrated on my nipples. I held my arms higher to expose myself fully and let their wet tongues cover my body. I felt like a mermaid who ruled a kingdom of fishes, and I was letting them nibble away at my wondrous body in worship. The platform was my altar, I was a goddess and a sacrifice, a virgin and a whore, everyone's and no one's, I belonged to myself arid to nature.
I lost track of all the tongues licking me. I was tingling in my thighs and down in the pit of my belly, but what or how many tongues were giving me the buzz, I no longer knew or cared.
Mouths began to clamp over my body! One was over each of my boobs sucking away at my nipples, each in its own way.
I felt my legs being spread. Someone was kneeling on my altar, between my thighs, burying their head in my pussy. Their tongue was going over and over my clit. I was getting so hot it was unbearable. I sighed and moaned and began rocking my pelvis shamelessly.
My hands went to their head. Lovely, fine hair that felt familiar. I peeked, and saw that it was Penny. Penny! The dear woman!
"Go ahead, Penny. Take me, take me, take me!" I chanted to her.
The flute sounded high above me and I was straining upward with everything inside my body to reach it.
I was lifted. They took my legs and supported my back and held me high in the air. They swayed as a group to the music, chanting nonsense syllables. It was beautiful, light and airy, but I missed the tongues on my body. I massaged my clit softly with my hand as they moved my body through the air.
Then they brought me back down, slowly and gently, until my back was resting on the base of the altar. Now they all came down on me, everywhere, the entire skin of my body was covered with mouths and tongues.
Whoever was into my cunt now was light and feathery, sensuous, teasing, not, strong enough to bring me over the brink. My clitoris was big and swollen, climbing high in my slit, demanding release from this torture, my ass lifting high to get more of the tongue in my cunt.
I wished desperately I had something to suck on. I didn't think I'd be able to come if I had to be this passive.
As if in answer to my prayers, berried fingers slid over my lips, then into my mouth. Fingers aren't pricks, but they were close enough for me to clamp onto them and love them with my mouth. I sucked the rough-skinned finger into my mouth and pressed into. them heavily with my teeth.
The tongue in my cunt got rougher on my clit. I sucked the fingers deep into my mouth.
I was bucking and writhing all over the platform.
I was going to come, and I was going to make it!
My arms flung back, my legs spread wide, my cunt and hips arched high up into the air.
From deep inside my belly I felt the explosion of my climax. It swept over me like a giant current and lifted me off the floor in a screaming tempest of passion.
I pushed the faces away weakly so they wouldn't interfere as my contractions came. Some of them stayed, but I was able to center myself in my cunt and my glorious, pulsating release.
I drifted slowly back onto the platform. The tongues that were left were wet, cold, and annoying. I pushed them away weakly. Then I caught sight of Cynthia and motioned to her.
"You want to get off, my little one?"
I nodded. She and two others picked me up and carried me back to a table in the corner. She brought my cape and draped it over my shoulders. Jack brought over a cigarette and a pillow. I propped my back up against the two walls of the corner, crossed my legs, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and watched the show.
I couldn't see very much, really. Lots of clothed bodies were bent over the two remaining girls of the platforms. One of them was letting out a_ bunch of shrieks that I thought were put on. Some single men and women were standing back among the chairs, rigidly in their own protected little worlds, watching the others.
Penny climbed to one of the platforms', my old one in fact, and began a burlesque routine. She did some bumps-and grinds as she stripped to the music. A group clustered around her and began feeling her up and sponging her down before she even had her clothes off, so strawberry juice dripped all over her dress, but she didn't appear to care. When her huge, voluptuous tits were bared and she began flinging them back and forth, the crowd got very excited and went after them.
I felt very distant from the whole process now, crowds of people can be so dumb. Just as I was dragging the cigarette smoke deeply into my lungs, I saw Cynthia moving over to me again and I sent her beams of love with my eyes.
"Like your show now?" I asked her.
"It's not doing much for me any more, but it may win a bunch of converts to oralism."
She gave my body an appraising look. "You've still got some of that juice left on you," she noticed.
"Yeah, I do. Why don't we go into the back room and maybe you can help me get some of it off."
"I'd like that, Lois, very much." Her hand reached over and cupped my boob, and I felt the nipple rise again.
She helped me to the couch in the next room and I sprawled out on it She went right to my nipple again, with her tongue this time, then went under my boob and down my belly, beginning her own hunt down to the furry base at die bottom of my stomach. I felt the affection in her tongue, and I bathed in it until my own strength flowed back into me.
I put my hand on the nape of her neck and lifted her head to face mine. "I want to eat you now, Cynthia," I told her.
Her face looked dazed. She stood up and slipped out of her clothes, then lay down beside me on the couch where I could get a good shot at her flaming pussy.
I spread her legs widely apart and then spread the lips of her pussy. The dewy, pink lips gleamed up at me, and I could see her moist, grey flesh still further inside her cunt.
I licked my lips. This was how I liked it.
I lowered my mouth over her cave and breathed id the strong scent other aroused womanhood.
I darted my tongue into her heated flesh. Cynthia groaned. She encircled my head with her hands and thighs, exerting a light pressure on me to bring me further into her cunt. I went.
Her musky odor was overpowering me, making me weak with desire.
Her clit stood out, trembling. Each time my tongue passed over it, she groaned and tossed her hips about.
Strains from the lone flute drifted in and mingled with the noise of Cynthia's quick breathing, her odor, and the feel of her skin.
I pushed my tongue way into her fuckhole and felt it tighten around me. I found the dainty inner lips of her cunt, and sucked them in between my teeth. I bit down gently on them and she moaned.
When I cupped her firm ass hi my hands, I felt her whole body become tense in -my embrace. As I found her clitoris with my tongue she let out a flurry of little noises and moans. Her hips flew off the bed in wild abandon and her thighs clamped tighter around my head. I probed her asshole gently with my finger. Her legs started swinging hi a giant arc.
"Lois, oh Lois, I've wanted you since I met you Lois, oh, oh, ohh ... '." she shivered.
I picked her up and drilled my tongue into her. She was blazing with the fire I'd set off in her—and I had caught it, too. I felt my second orgasm building rapidly. I wanted to bring Cynthia off, and come with her myself!
"Lois!" She clutched me.
Feeling her tight little cunt contracting around my tongue was enough to set me off, too.
Our bellies tensed and arched into one another. Our pulsations came together.
We slumped down on the bed. I drifted off, oblivious to the noises in the next room.