The facade of respectability often crumbles to dust with remarkable swiftness once its protective armor has been pierced.
The relatively minor investigation into the conduct of one police officer results in the discovery of massive corruption within the force. A routine check by the government of a corporation's finances turns up damning evidence of widespread tax evasion, graft, kickbacks, bribes and payoffs.
In Sheri McAlister's case, it is the madness of Mardi Gras that pierces the armor of her respectable facade. For months Sheri has pretended to be the reluctant young ingeque, refusing to even recognize her own desires for fear of what will happen. When her girl friend invites her to go to Mardi Gras, however, Sheri finds herself in a different world, a world where lust reigns supreme, where desires are laid bare and acted upon. And Sheri responds to them, shocking even herself with the depth and extremes of her sexuality.
THE SECRETARY'S VACATION-the story of one young woman who throws caution to the winds and lets it all hang out. A story of our times.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
She was going to be fucked! She was going to be fucked by a boy she had met only two hours ago. She had refused to go to bed back home with the boy who wanted to marry her, the boy she was probably going to accept. She had refused to let Brent Richards get into her pussy, yet she was on the verge of spreading her legs for this stranger. It didn't make sense. It made no sense at all.
Sheri McAlister thrust her tits against the adoring hands as the slender, black-haired boy thumbed her nipples into humming anticipation. Her blouse was unbuttoned, hanging loosely on her arms. Her bra, long ago released to allow his roving hands access to the throbbing globes, was twisted about her neck. Sheri tingled as he leaned his face back to her breasts and sucked frantically on a heaving tit.
"Mmmmmmmm," she sighed, twisting and writhing in his arms as he held her against him on the bed. "Ooohhh."
This wasn't like her, not like her at all. Sheri was not virgin, but she wasn't an easy lay either. How did she let herself get in a situation like this?
It was Marianne's fault. It had to be. If the buxom brunette hadn't talked her into coming to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, she wouldn't be in this situation. It was also Brent's fault. It was because of that last night with Brent that she had complained to Marianne. Her regular boy friend had come on just a little too strong to suit her. He had almost broken down her resistance, he had his big cock out of his pants and was trying to get her panties down when she fought him off.
"No!" she hissed as she stood up and faced him. They had come in after a movie and had sipped coffee in her apartment. She sat on the couch and cuddled with him for a while, letting him caress her tits and stroke along her thighs. This night, however, he tried to go after her with greater intensity than ever before. Brent talked her into playing with his cock while he opened the top of her dress and fingered her bare tits. The well-endowed young blonde found herself responding excitedly to his loving. Brent sensed it, too. The feel of her ripe boobs, the satin touch of her thighs, the soft scent of her perfume had his cock excited enough. When he felt her nipples harden and heard her breath come in short gasps, his prick leaped out of control. He ran his hand beneath her panties and fingered the moist pussy. She shuddered as he worked her clit roughly. Sheri felt him turn her down onto the couch and start pulling her panties down her thighs, bringing his huge prick up to her cunt.
"No!" she gasped as she faced him. She had twisted in frightened effort from beneath him. She stood facing him, her panties almost to her knees, her dress hanging loosely on her. "That's far enough!" she spat at him. "You know I don't want to go all the way."
"Honey," he protested. "What's a little fuck, anyway? I love you. I want to marry you. What's wrong with getting in a fuck or two to get the edge off our passions?" He reached up and took her hands gently. His cock still stood upright before him, shuddering ominously as it stuck out of his open fly. His eyes were pleading as he pulled her back onto the couch beside him. He didn't try to take her back in his arms, though. He sat there with that hurt, anguished look on his face, waiting for the chance that she would give in.
"Oh, Brent," she sighed. "I know how you feel about it I know how everyone feels about it. I know that everyone else fucks a guy if they like him at all. I'm sorry I'm this way. Please don't think it means that I don't like you. It's just me-the way I am."
The hurt look remained in his eyes. She thought for a moment that he was going to pull her down and force her to fuck. His muscles flexed, then relaxed. Brent dropped his eyes from hers and slowly pushed his cock back in his pants. He sat there for a minute before sighing disgustedly and getting up to leave. Sheri walked to the door and stood waiting for him to kiss her good night. He patted her cheek with his hand, looked at her with that same anguished expression, then walked out and closed the door.
She started to open the door and call him back. What was the use? Unless she was calling him back to give him his fuck, why call to him? The lovely blonde walked to the couch and sat down, disgusted with herself. She should have given him some pussy. She would have eagerly, except for too many memories. She had been hurt too deeply to let herself get caught up in another relationship like that one. No, Brent could accept her as she was or he could walk out of her life. She didn't want another affair like the one she had finally gotten over. No way!
Yet she was letting this stranger slowly remove her clothing as his cock now waved before her eyes. The blonde looked at her hands as they pumped the big pecker. When had she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants? She couldn't remember exactly. She held the hot prick, letting its glowing heat excite her hands while he stripped her panties from her legs and pushed his face between her thighs.
She should have refused Marianne when the brunette suggested this trip. She had told the girl about her problem with Brent. They sat at their booth during lunch while the blonde related the problem of an adoring boy friend who had the hots for her pussy. Marianne had reached across the table and laid her hand on top of the blonde's.
"What you need," she smiled, "is a break. You need to get away from it for a few days. I was thinking of asking you to fly down to New Orleans with me this weekend. Ever been to Mardi Gras?"
"To what?" Sheri looked at the brunette questioningly. She had heard of the quaint celebration the Southern city put on once a year. Somewhere, way back, she vaguely recalled a movie about it. It had never seemed to her, though, that it was anything worth taking a trip to see.
"Mardi Gras," Marianne repeated. "Carnival! It's the biggest free show on earth. Everybody goes absolutely wild. Everybody acts as crazy as they like. It's a few days of just letting yourself go. Seems to me that you could use something like that right now."
They talked further, the brunette finally convincing her that they should try the experiment. Maybe a few days in an atmosphere of careless frivolity would do her some good. She had some days of vacation left her at the office. She didn't think the boss would mind. He could find a substitute secretary easily enough, she was sure. By Thursday night it had all been arranged. The girls worked half a day Friday, then caught their plane for New Orleans. As she stepped out to get in the limousine for the ride into the city, the blonde never dreamed that in another six hours she would be half-undressed while a black-haired boy from Indiana was preparing to give her a thorough fucking.
"God!" be gasped as he lifted his face and looked down at her. "God, what a gorgeous woman! Never thought I'd hit it this lucky when I drove in yesterday."
Her slacks had been tossed to the side after he pulled them from her. He now eyed her pussy where moist cunt hair sparkled beneath the gossamer-thin panties. Sheri shuddered in anticipation as he caught the delicate nylon, and began pulling them down her hips. His hands brushed along her thighs as he drew the panties off. His face came down again, this time to her thighs. He kissed softly, sensuously, sending chills through her as he moved along the thighs. He kissed upward towards her pussy and let his tongue begin to dart about her skin. Sheri twisted beneath him, her body pounding with increasing desire.
This wasn't right! This was no way to begin her small vacation. She had come down here to escape the physical daims of one man. Leaping immediately into another's arms was a hell of a solution. Sheri tried to get herself under control. The blonde struggled, searching for the strength to resist Lee's advances. She was trembling as his lips reached the lips of her cunt. She was shaking, but not out of fear. He had her as horny as he was. Her body was aching to feel his cock fill her pussy. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel the swirling ecstasy of an orgasm.
"No! No!" she gasped. She rolled her head from side to side. "Please! Please don't! I don't want to."
"The hell you don't," he laughed, looking up from her pussy with his eyes sparkling in amusement. "Your nipples have been hard as rocks since I first got my hands on them. Your pussy's flooding juice all over, getting greased up for my prick. The hell you don't want to be fucked. Shit! This cunt is almost begging me out loud."
He went after her more frantically. His mouth clamped over her cunt, sucking deeply. His tongue flicked into the pussy and drove her clit into spasms of delight. He nibbled tauntingly on her cunt-lips, then sucked her again even more passionately. Lee clamped his mouth tightly over her crotch and began to blow and suck alternately into her pussy. The pressure built to insane proportions inside her. Sheri gasped loudly, flailing about the bed in a vain attempt to get her body under control.
She should never have come. She certainly should never have let Marianne talk her into going out on the town before they had even grabbed dinner. Perhaps more than anything else, she should never have started drinking Hurricanes in the bar on St. Peter's Street, not even if they were supposed to be world-famous. Maybe then she would have been on guard and not let herself be picked up along with Marianne. Oh, the boys were nice enough. Lee and Tim had been standing behind them as they stood in the crisp evening air along Canal Street watching the parade and leaping about trying to catch the doubloons thrown from the floats. The boys offered them their jackets and took over the task of escorting the girls for the rest of the evening. At least Lee hadn't tried to escort her directly to bed, as had Tim with her brunette companion.
He had eventually gotten around to the same goal, however. After drinks at La Boucherie and at the Napoleon House, they had come to her hotel Lee simply assumed that he was invited up the elevator with her. As she opened the door, he stepped inside and flipped on the lights. He looked her over thoroughly and approvingly as he saw her for the first time under full illumination. The boy whistled softly at her curves, then smiled as he pulled her against himself. His cock was hard and warm against her. His lips were demanding as he kissed her. His hands went for her tits and quickly had her blouse open and bra released.
"No," she had whispered as he led her to the bed and sat down with her. His hands roamed greedily about her body. His tongue parted her lips and reached into her mouth. He had ignored her protests as completely then as he was ignoring her pleas now. Sheri felt her mind swirling from the liquor and from the excitement. Lee was not a bad layer. In fact he was damn good. His hands brought her body to a passionate height she hadn't experienced in a long, long time.
The boy kept sucking her pussy while he slipped his pants and shorts down. He would lift his face from her cunt only to take a deep breath of air, then plunge back over her gash, sucking and blowing until she thought she would explode from the ecstatic sensations rippling through her. Sheri tried one last time to protest. She couldn't get the words out. Only soft murmurs of pleasure would issue from her lips. His hands came back up and pushed her blouse off her shoulders. The blonde lifted herself and helped him get it from her, then removed the dangling bra. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, forcing him to come up from her pussy and let her pull it over his head and arms. As long as she was going to let herself be fucked, she finally admitted, they might as well get naked and do it right.
"That's better," he congratulated her. His eyes lit up even brighter as he eyed the luscious body that lay softly panting before him. "Damn! You're the best-looking cunt I've ever seen. I mean it, baby. I've never seen a body to equal yours. Poor old Tim may be stuck with your chubby friend, but I found one hell of a piece of soft pussy."
"My name's Sheri," she reminded him. She had never liked being called "baby" or any other such term. Especially she resented being called that when she wasn't sure the man even remembered her real name.
"Sure, baby," he laughed. "Whatever your name is, you're one bell of a little hunk of tail."
He came up over her, his mouth after her lips again. He reached one hand behind her and held her ass while his other resumed its maddening play at her tits. His legs parted her thighs as his cock began to push against her pussy.
Sheri shivered at the power with which he sucked her breath from her. It felt as though her whole insides were being drawn into him through his mouth. Her body was screaming with pleasure as he kissed and caressed her. Her tits thrust against his hand and rolled lushly about her chest. She twisted her ass, thrilling to the touch of his hand on it. The cock eased just inside her cunt, the swollen head rubbing teasingly on her clit until she almost screamed to feel more of the thick shaft inside her.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned as he rolled her about the bed. "Mmmmmm!"
The cock worked deeper into her soaking pussy, then began to pump in deep, deliberate strokes. Sheri was shaking in ecstasy. Her cunt quivered over the deep thrusts. Her breath came in frantic gasps. Her tits heaved wildly into his hands, wanting him to take them with more violence. She wanted to feel the power in that cock. She wanted to feel him lose control of himself and go insane over the beauty of fucking her. She ran her hands over his shoulders and neck. She teased her finger into his ears. Lee began to shake and shudder above her. The cock was throbbing inside her cunt and driving with heightened ferocity.
"Ohbhh, Lord!" he gasped, pulling his lips from hers and nibbling her neck and ears. "Ohhhhh, my God, what a piece! What a wild little pussy!"
"Stop talking and fuck me!" she hissed at him. "Get cracking! Show me you can use that meat."
She was trembling on the brink of her orgasm. Tense shudders gripped her cunt as the cock roared into greater frenzy. Lee plunged and thrust into her. They rolled and gasped, their hands groping wildly over soft flesh. Cock and cunt merged in a driving fuck, each trembling at the electric sensations that shot through them.
"Ohhhhh!" Lee cried out. "Ohhhbh, what a fuck! What sweet pussy! What luscious tail! Ohhhhh! I can't stand it any longer! I've got to empty into that cunt!"
"Let it rip!" Sheri gasped in reply. "Oooooeeee! Let it cum! Fuck me! Ride me! Ride that pussy! Ooohhh!"
Her cunt was caught in the paralyzing spasms of her orgasm. She lay panting and glowing beneath him as he dipped the cock into her quivering depths. She felt his packer shake frantically through the haze of pleasure. He grasped her frantically then unloaded his maddened prick into her cunt.
Chapter Two
The next morning her head felt like it was the size of a basketball. Sheri looked at her companion with agonizing eyes. Marianne laughed, then insisted that they dress and go down for a quick breakfast.
"I'd suggest a Bloody Mary instead of juice," the brunette laughed. "You'd better get a little support in you before that head blows apart."
The young blonde let herself be talked into a second French pastry with her coffee. She finally felt some return to normal as she sat in the small courtyard listening to Marianne rave on and on about the sexual prowess of the husky young man the night before. Sheri shuddered at the conversation, but failed in her attempts to change the subject. She would rather not remember her own weakness last night. She had come down to get some sort of perspective, not to hop in the sack with the first man that came along. The blonde felt dirty because of letting him fuck her. She should not have allowed it. She should never have let him come into her hotel with her. The fact that she had responded to his cock, the fact that she had enjoyed the hell out of being fucked made her feel even dirtier. What kind of girl was she, anyway?
They finished their coffee and wandered about the dirty streets, smelling the heavy scent of roasting coffee from along the river. The scents, the sounds, the casual frivolity of the city gradually permeated her. Sheri shook off her depression and walked through the small shops along Chartres street, enjoying the balmy Southern day. They ended up just before noon at Jackson Square. The fence was covered with art displays as the artists stood about the sidewalk, hawking their work. Along the front of the cathedral were various groups of musicians playing in frantic competition. What they lacked in artistic ability they tried to make up in fervor and volume. Sheri laughed as the sound of a steam calliope cut over all the din. A steamboat on the river had joined in the general melee and its whistling tune carried the day before the hapless musicians.
Marianne led her down the sidewalk, studying the paintings. The young blonde walked about, amazed at the prices. When she had furnished her apartment, she had paid more for prints than these people were asking for original art. She stood and watched one of the men sitting on his small stool and sketching the intricate details of a shrimp boat. He looked up and smiled warmly, then returned his concentration to his art.
Sheri glanced up to see Marianne in deep conversation with a bearded artist whose eyes were glowing as they roved over the ample figure of the brunette. He gave Marianne a few of the most suggestive looks Sheri could imagine as he talked rapidly. His hands gestured about, then came to rest on the buxom girl's shoulders, leading her over to view samples of his work. The blonde watched the body language he used, watched the play of his eyes. She saw the glow which came over Marianne's face, the way her friend began to lean those massive tits against him. The brunette turned to look for her and waved Sheri over to join them.
"Sheri," she told her, "I want you to meet Ramon. He's going to do my portrait. I'll be here for a while, so make yourself at home around the Square."
The expression in the artist's eyes told Sheri that he was sorry he hadn't gotten her instead of her friend. She laughed at him, then smiled her agreement to Marianne and walked on. She planned to make a slow circle of the Square, perhaps stop for another cup of coffee, then get back about the time Marianne was finished. A half-block later she was standing in front of another display when she felt eyes studying her body. A slow tingle crept down her shoulders and ran through her tits. The tingling sensation continued through her, setting her pussy aglow before it sparkled, along her thighs. The blonde looked up quickly and into the dazzling blue eyes of a smiling man beside her.
"If I can help you, let me know," he told her, his eyes meeting her with honest adoration. They stood looking at each other until Sheri suddenly began to feel uncomfortable. He was looking at her like he wanted to eat her, like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. She blushed openly before his gaze.
"With the paintings," he continued, his head inclining towards the display. His eyes, however, sent another message. They told of a preference to help her in some other, more personal and intimate way. Sheri struggled to turn from the eyes and look at his art. She stepped closer and pretended to study one of the paintings closely.
"One of the old masters had someone once look at his work like that," the man told her. "He had a comment for them. He told them that art was for viewing, not for smelling." Sheri laughed and turned towards him. His eyes laughed lightly, warmly at her. He was teasing her, seeing how she would respond to such an insult. The blonde laughed back. No way would she let him get her upset. She stepped back beside him and let him explain his work. He used a trowel, he insisted. He couldn't find a palette knife large enough for his purposes at the art-supply stores so he went to the hardware store and bought trowels. The blonde stood - with him, fascinated with his approach and with his openness. She studied him more closely. He was older than she had first assumed. He was probably over forty and well tanned from spending his days out in the sun. His small ad for himself that he had hung in the midst of his paintings told of years in the military. He had retired on disability and turned from warrior to artist. The blonde wondered what disability he had as she watched him sell a painting to a couple who had just walked up. He gave them a brochure on his work, then came back to her.
"I've made my expenses for the day," he smiled. "What say we go for a cup of coffee?"
It was the most normal thing in the world to accept the offer. She accepted so smoothly that the didn't really realize it until they were walking down the street, arm in arm. The blonde enjoyed the greetings, however. Everyone seemed to know him. All the drivers of the horse-drawn buggies that plied the French Quarter waved as they passed, then turned and said something to their passengers, who all stared at the two of them as the buggy moved slowly on along Decatur Street.
"By the way," he said as he ushered her into a bar, "my name is Roy. Roy Shelton."
"Sheri McAlister," she answered, then looked questioningly at going to a bar for coffee. She saw him laugh at her confusion, then motion to the bartender.
"Two coffees," he ordered, then held a chair for her to sit at a small table. He stepped to the bar and picked up their coffee. She smiled up at him as he sat across from her. The coffee had been laced with brandy, giving extra body, to the normally strong and heavy New Orleans blend. The blonde sat back and let the glow run through her body. She accepted a second coffee as she listened to Roy's running comments on the life of a Jackson Square artist. They were a mixture of real talent and carnival types. The girl was fascinated by his stories. She drank a third coffee without realizing she had finished her second. When he led her from the bar and turned her down a side street towards his apartment, she went along with him readily.
Roy had her charmed. She'd never met such a man of the world. He had been everywhere, had done almost everything. He could have settled for a soft life on his retirement pay, but had preferred exploring all sorts of new and intriguing lives. He'd been a carnival barker. He'd been a comedian at one of the Bourbon Street bars. He'd tried various business adventures. Roy wasn't sure how long he would stay at his art. Until something else seemed more interesting, she supposed.
He unlocked his door and led her into the apartment. The blonde followed meekly as he drew her back to his bedroom and began caressing her. Later she might wonder bow it had all happened. At the time it seemed the only normal thing to do. His hand came beneath her blouse and cupped over her tits while his cock pressed hard and throbbing against her body. He lifted his thigh between her legs and rubbed it over her pussy until she was panting from the excitement. His mouth covered her lips. His tongue leaped into her mouth and lapped possessively at her. The blonde shivered from his touch, from the authority with which he assumed her willingness to fuck him. The force of his personality overwhelmed her, making it impossible for her to consider anything but submission to his plans.
"You're lovely," he whispered. "You're absolutely gorgeous. If anyone had told me this morning I'd have such a beautiful piece of pussy by lunchtime, I'd have called him a liar."
He rubbed his cock against her, then lifted her blouse and kissed her tits through the bra. His fingers felt about behind her, then softly unhooked the bra and pulled it away to expose the satin flesh of her tits to his kisses. He sucked on each nipple, his tongue delighting in the way it hardened almost immediately. Sheri stood frozen as he caressed her and began removing her clothes. The brandy on top of the Bloody Mary was too much for her to resist. Her body seemed to be floating as the blouse came off, followed by the bra. He slipped her slacks down her legs and looked at her adoringly before reaching for the tiny green panties. She could see the frantic throbbing inside his pants as his cock responded to her beauty. His hands were trembling as they pulled the soft nylon down her thighs. They caressed along her legs, then slipped back up to cuddle her butt. He knelt before her and kissed her thighs and pussy.
"How lovely!" he panted. "How absolutely lovely." He lifted her in his arms and carried her the few steps to the bed. She felt the soft spread beneath her ass as he laid her down and kissed her from head to foot. Her body became a mass of luxurious shivers beneath his lips. He kissed her tits. He kissed her navel. He kissed her thighs. He kissed her pussy. He sucked quickly, sending a sudden spasm of pleasure through her. Then he stood up and began removing his own clothing. His cock reared up in shimmering splendor as he dropped his shorts and stood smiling down at her. The artist fingered his glowing cock fondly, his eyes looking greedily over her lovely young body. She watched him pump his prick in preparation. She saw him swallow to cool the hot, dry feeling in his throat. She lay waiting as he stepped back to the bed and climbed in beside her.
"Mmmmmm," she Sighed as his arms came about her, pulling her against him. "Ooohhh, you look like you're hung well enough. to give a good fuck."
"Never had a complaint," he laughed. "Shit, I've fucked everything from chorus girls to generals wives. Never had anything but thanks from them."
He was all over her, his hands working wildly on her body. Her tits felt his rough passion as he pulled and rolled them about. Her pussy shuddered as a big finger came into the cunt-mouth and pressed demandingly on her clit. The blonde shuddered and reached her soft hands down his body until she was able to grasp his big, angry cock. She held it tightly, pushing the skin along the shaft and fingering his balls.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned as his intensity increased. "Mmmmm, you're getting me turned on awfully fast."
She was responding rapidly. Her pussy was pouring its lubricant along the tender passage. Her tits lunged against the hands that were driving them into such ecstasy. His thumb taunted her nipples as he fucked his finger along her pussy with increasing fervor.
"Damn!" he muttered. "You're a hot little cunt. You're about as hot as I am. Maybe we can take a long easy fuck later. Right now, I've got to get busy and blow off this big wad that's building in my balls."
"All right by me," Sheri panted in a husky voice. "I'm ready to fuck anytime you are."
She couldn't believe she was saying it! She couldn't believe it any more than she could believe that she had let herself be fucked last night, any more than she could understand how she let herself be led to this apartment so meekly while she knew exactly why they were coming here. This wasn't like her, wasn't like her at all. This couldn't be the girl who got so frightened when Brent wanted to fuck. This was more like the Sheri of two years ago, the Sheri who lived to fuck her man. This was the old Sheri, the rusty Shen. This was the Sheri who died that night that her lover never came home.
"Oooooo, God! Yes!" she cried to him. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Roy! I want to feel this big cock in me! Mmmmmmm!"
He pulled her onto her tummy, then lifted her hips until she was resting on her knees. His legs came in between her own, the cock driving between her thighs from the rear. His hands reached around her, one grasping her tits, the other fingering back into her pussy and driving her clit into shivering insanity. The blonde gasped for breath as the warm flesh of the cock rammed up against the door of her cunt. His breath came into her ear, his tongue licking it. His teeth caught her lobe lightly, then dropped down to take a firmer bite into her neck.
"Ooooeeeee!" she gasped, wagging her ass against him to urge him on. "Ooooohhh, God! You're driving me crazy! Get it in me! Give me a cuntful of prick!"
She would have a hickie after this. The way he had clamped his teeth into her skin was sure to leave a bruise, a blood blister. It didn't matter, though. All that matte-red right now was to get some relief for her overcharged pussy. She felt the cock-head slip into her cunt. He slipped his hand out of her pussy and pressed from the outside, catching her clit in a maddening squeeze between his cock on the inside and his finger on the outside. The blonde felt her, body going into orbit with ecstasy. She was thrashing about the bed, shoving her smooth ass back against him and rolling her swollen tits against his hand. She wanted him to get the hell on with it and fuck her!
"Ohhhhh!" he panted as he gave a powerful thrust of his cock and drove it fully into her pussy. "Ahhhhhh! That gets it in there. Now I've got that cunt under control. Now all I have to do is ride this sweet ass and fuck till I drop."
"Damn right!" she gasped in response. "Just get to fucking, Roy! Ooooooeeeee! Uhhhmmmmm!"
The great thrusts of his cock ignited her passion to greater heights. Her pussy shuddered along the plunging shaft of his cock. She could hear the soft sloshing sound of the hard prick splashing through the floating lubricant. She heard the little "pop" of suction every time he drew his cock back for another ecstatic plunge.
"Mmmmmm!" she panted, fighting for oxygen. "Ooohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yesssssss!"
"I'm fucking you, princess," he growled from behind her. "I'm fucking the sweetest pussy I ever dipped my cock into. Damn! I never knew a cunt could feel so soft and sweet around my cock."
His prick slowly increased its tempo as she felt her body soaring in delight. The room whirled about her. The bed was off somewhere in space. She felt suspended in time, existing only through the luscious movements of the wildly lunging cock. She felt her orgasm surge through her pussy. She felt the sudden intense shuddering along the passage of her cunt. Then the lights exploded about her. She could hear him panting and gasping behind her as his cock went after her pussy with unbelievable intensity. She was exploding in her climax when he unloaded his jizz into her. The touch of the cum along her pussy increased her exquisite passion. She felt that if she received one bit more of pleasure, she would die, she would absolutely die.
"AAAAIIIIII!" she shrieked as she took the full force of his passion. "00000EEEEE! RIDE ME! FUCK ME! AAAAIIIIII!"
"Ohbhh, uhhhhh!" he panted. His cock was a red-hot knife as it tore through her cunt. "Uhhhhhhh!"
They shuddered together in the final spasms of their climax, them collapsed onto the bed. He lay still, his hand still on her tit, his finger still just on top of her clit. They lay there and glowed from the spent passion. Sheri heard a door open. She heard footsteps, then the bedroom door open.
"Well!" a female voice gasped. The blonde looked up. A slender red-haired woman was in the doorway, staring at them. Her arms were filled with assorted packages. Roy rolled over on his back. He sighed heavily.
"Sheri," he finally said, "I'd like you to meet my wife."
Chapter Three
The blonde girl stared wide-eyed at the smile on the face of the redhead. Roy's wife calmly deposited her packages in a chair and turned back towards the couple on the bed. Here it comes, the younger woman thought. Oh, God, here it comes! She started to protest her innocence. She was on the point of pleading that she didn't know the artist was married. A short glance about the bedroom, however, would have told anyone that this was not a man's bedroom, not unless Roy used those fancy colognes and creams on the dresser. No, a man's bedroom wouldn't have a-negligee so carelessly hanging over the back of a chair, wouldn't have a closet of women's clothes and an open door off to the side. There was nothing she could protest. She had been so ready to be fucked that she never even bothered to wonder if he were married.
"I'm Kit," the slender woman told her as she began to unzip her dress. "I'm so glad you were willing to come by. I swear you'd never believe what dogs my husband usually brings in here. How'd he ever manage to find a beauty like you?"
The dress slipped softly off. The woman stood there in pantyhose and bra, her slender body revealed in all its soft, fragile beauty. Kit stepped out of her bra and caressed her tits as though relieved to get them free of confinement. The tits lunged out eagerly, looking incredibly lovely in the subdued light in the bedroom. Sheri stared at them. She couldn't help it. They were so luscious, so indescribable. The girl had never seen such sensuous-looking tits. They were small, but firm and saucy. They sat up proudly on the woman's chest. The areolas covered the entire outer curve of the tit, areolas that seemed-like the most delicate lace in this lighting. Her nipples were ripe buds against the lace. Sheri watched the exquisite tits hang down as Kit leaned over and slipped out of pantyhose and panties. Her rich auburn cunt hair glistened as she raised back up and walked over towards the bed. She stood, looking down at the blonde's body, as her tits heaved in anticipation. Her nostrils flared in sensual expectation.
"Just think," she breathed, "what I might have missed if I'd gone on downtown for my shopping. Damn, it was lucky for me to decide to stay in the Quarter today."
She slipped onto the bed and calmly pushed her husband to the side. She reached out and caressed Sheri's tits. Her hands were soft and gentle as she fondled the girl. The blonde felt her nipples harden again. She may have just finished a fuck, but her body began responding to the woman's delicate caresses. Kit sat just above the girl, then leaned over her so that her lips were over the blonde's tits. The lacy tits of the redhead hung over Sheri's face. As she felt the lips kiss her own ripe tits, the girl reached up and cuddled Kit's boobs. She pulled them to her mouth and sucked on the full nipples. They were soft and sweet. The areolas felt just as delicate as they looked. Sheri sucked the tits and felt the nipples harden under her suction. Her tongue lapped sensuously over them. Her hands held each one in a loving caress while she kissed and sucked and licked.
"Mamma," Kit moaned. "Pooch, I need you, pretty girl. I need these tits of yours. I need that soft pussy you've brought to my bed. I haven't had a decent cunt-fuck in weeks. Mamma, I'm so glad that Roy brought you home with him."
The blonde writhed slowly beneath her. Her jugs were throbbing from the woman's masterful treatment. Her nipples stung with desire as she felt the tongue lap about them. She sucked me fully, then felt a hand fondle down across her tummy. Kit taunted the belly-button with a slender finger before reaching on down to part the lips of Sheri's pussy. The young girl shuddered at her touch and caressed in imitation of the older woman. She felt through the lush growth of hair and found the moist pussy of the redhead. Her finger explored the pussy, nestled against the clit, slipped along the greased slit. She felt Kit's body tense above her. She could almost trace the journey of the pulsing sparks that rippled through the woman's slender body.
"Ooohhh!" the blonde gasped. "I never kissed such beautiful tits. I never thought tits could look so lovely. Yours are so delicate. They look as lacy and sexy as any gown I've ever seen. Mmmmmmm, they taste even better."
"But they're so small," Kit protested. "Compared to these ripe tits you carry around, I'm practically flat-chested."
"No way!" Sheri insisted. "Yours have such a beautiful shape. They're so firm and fresh. No woman ever had such sexy tits, no woman that I've ever seen."
"Then if you like them," Kit answered, "I'm happy. That's all they're for, isn't it? They only exist to make someone happy, to be a pleasure for someone else to suck and kiss. Kiss them, pretty girl. Treat my tits however you like."
She slipped farther down the girl's torso, however, pulling the tits beyond the range of Sheri's mouth. In their place, the deep auburn beaver came against the girl's mouth, then the wet and panting cunt.
"Mmmmm," the little blonde sighed as she kissed the lips of Kit's pussy. She covered the cunt with her mouth and sucked like Lee had sucked her pussy last night. She covered her mouth over the cunt in an air-tight hold and blew and sucked rapidly and strongly. The redhead's body leaped over her. The lean, lithe thighs closed about - her head and face. She rolled the girl back and forth on the bed as she did the same thing to Sheri's pussy. They held each other tightly, their bodies pulsing with the surging passion that had built up inside them. Sheri could feel the deep spasms shaking her cunt from the excitement. She held Kit even tighter and sucked her pussy with blind frenzy.
"Ahhhbhh!" the woman gasped as she broke her mouth away from the girl's pussy. "Ohhhhh, what a luscious little cunt. Ohhhhh, damn, you're the sweetest thing I ever sucked. I'll finish the suck later. Right now I want to feel our pussies go after each other."
She swung her body around on the bed and nestled her groin in between the girl's thighs until their cunts were touching. Kit leaned forward until the girl could feel the hard button of a clit rubbing sensuously against her own clitoral nerve. They gasped and panted while the two clits rubbed, sending sparks of wild delight through them. Their tits mashed into each other, nipples rubbing just, as tauntingly against nipples. They began to kiss, their tongues meeting first in one mouth, then in the other. They sucked breath from each mouth while the tongues became more and more maddened by the slow, deliberate play.
Sheri's body was shaking passionately from the girl-fuck. Her breath was coming in short gasps. She felt lost in the soft wonder of the woman's embrace. She felt her body being absorbed into the red-haired woman. They were one. They were merged into one being. The room was whirling about again. The whole world seemed to vibrate with them. Sheri was a shivering bundle of emotion. Her body was pounding from the touch of their clits, from the rubbing of their nipples. She tongued even more voluptuously against Kit's exploring tongue. They rolled from side to side as the lights in the room became a kaleidoscope of whirling colors.
They were still fucking, still shuddering from their orgasm when Roy pulled his wife away from Sheri. He turned Kit onto, her knees just as he had Sheri. The blonde saw his cock, as swollen as ever, come plunging through the woman's legs and bury itself into her juicy cunt. Her heart seemed to leap in her chest at the sight of that big hunk of meat driving into the pussy. Kit's cunt seemed to be sucking it back, holding tightly to the prick as he thrust it back and forth. As he drew back for each new plunge, she could see the cunt-lips clinging to the thick shaft.
"Ooohhh!" Kit gasped. "Now I really get my welcome home. Now I suck the prettiest pussy at the Mardi Gras while I get my pussy royally fucked at the same time."
She pulled the girl's legs down beneath her until she could get her face once more into the pussy hair. She sucked at Sheri's trembling cunt with renewed energy. She sucked with the tempo of the driving cock that was buried so deeply between her legs.
"Ahhbhh!" Roy panted in the distance. "Two most beautiful women in town and I've fucked them both in one morning. I've got them both in the same bed. Ohhhhhh! What a screw! What a pair of cunts!"
Sheri felt one more orgasm building inside her. She couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible, yet it was happening. The excitement of a three-way fuck was too much for her to resist. The sight of Kit's eyes as her husband fucked her into a sensual frenzy, the way her frail body shuddered from the plunges of the big prick, it was all more than the girl could handle. The insane suction of the redhead's mouth on her pussy made it completely unbearable. She felt the spasms shaking her again, just as powerfully as before. Her pussy was sucking against the woman's tongue as it lapped at the flooding juices. Her body was filled with a million tiny sparks that flashed through her and bounced from one nerve to another. She was panting wildly, almost unable to get enough breath to stay conscious. Her body was quaking beneath the demands of the cunt-suck. Her head spun from the sight of the cock driving over and over into the lithe body below her.
"Ooooeeee!" the girl screamed as a thousand explosions went off inside her. "Aaaaaiiiii!! It's beautiful! It's magnificent! Keep fucking! Let's go at it! Get her, Roy! Fuck her tail off! Suck me, sweet Kit! Suck my pussy until I pass out! Oooooeeeee! There I go! Ooooooo, Lord! There I go!"
Her two partners joined her frenzy. Roy drove his cock in with slower but more powerful lunges. The redhead trembled with each monster thrust. Her arms shook as they held Sheri's thighs. She reached trembling hands up for Sheri's tits and rolled them about in passionate ecstasy. All three tossed about the bed. All three bodies writhed and leaped in the throes of exploding passion. Sheri felt her orgasm build up, then come rolling through her. She was pinned flat against the bed for a moment in the intensity of the climax. She lay helpless, shuddering as wave after wave of rapture swept through her body. She pulled at the covers. She clawed at the red hair beneath her even as she watched Roy bite frantically into the woman's tanned and luscious shoulder. The three of them shook in a final series of spasms, then slowly calmed as the orgasms ran their courses. They collapsed in a heap, their bodies tangled in a confusion of arms and legs, of tits and thighs.
"Mmmmmm," Kit purred, one hand on her husband's cock, the other on the blonde's tits. "Oohh, that was the best lunch I've had in a long, long time."
Sheri lay quietly, warmed by the touch of a band on her tit, another on her ass. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, about to drift into sleep.
She sat up suddenly. Lunch! Kit had mentioned lunch time. Marianne would have been waiting for her for quite a while. The brunette may have panicked by now, fearing all sorts of terrible things that could happen to a lone girl in a strange city. The blonde struggled to disentangle herself from the other two and slipped her legs off the bed. Kit opened her eyes and stared up in question.
"I was supposed to meet a friend before lunch," Sheri explained. "I didn't realize it was that time already."
"It's well past that time," the redhead laughed. "He'd have given up long ago. You should have brought him along. Next time, please do. It's even more fun with four."
"It's a she," Sheri admitted. "I was supposed to be back when she finished getting her portrait done. Oh, I know she's panicked and gone to the police about me."
"Oh, come on!" Roy laughed. "No one gets worried about a girl wandering off. Not in New Orleans. Not at Mardi Gras. She probably assumed that you found some cock you liked and went after some for herself."
Sheri insisted that she had to go look for her Mend. The couple smiled patiently as her as they lay cuddled together on the bed. They watched the girl dress quickly and prepare to leave.
"We're having a party tonight," Kit called after her. "We have parties every night during Carnival. You and your friend are welcome anytime. You remember that. The real action at Mardi Gras is in the bedroom, not out on the street. Come by any night. We'll show you a hell of a time."
"I'll bet you will," the girl laughed as she stepped back to the bed and kissed them both. "I'll just bet you will. Don't be surprised if you do see us."
She hesitated a moment, then patted them each on the ass and left. As she went out the door, she heard noises from the bedroom as though the sensuous couple were getting ready for another fuck. Damn, she thought. Didn't Roy ever give out?
She walked rapidly back to the Square. Marianne wasn't at the portrait artist's display. Neither was the artist. She stood there helplessly, trying to decide how to look for her friend. Would Marianne have gone to the police? Was she there now, along with the artist? She was about to look for a policeman, when the pen and ink artist whom she had watched earlier looked up.
"Looking for the big brunette?" he asked. Seeing her excited nod, he went on. "She said not to wait for her. Ramon took her to his apartment. They said it was to do some nude sketches."
Sheri laughed at the way he emphasized that they "said" they had gone to make some sketches. Marianne was getting hers for the morning as well. Except, she reminded herself, it was afternoon. Well, she couldn't see much to be gained by standing around the rest of the day waiting on Marianne.
"Tell her I went back to the hotel," she called to the artist, then made her way back around the Square. She ignored the constant hawking of the portrait artists. She didn't speak to the three men who tried to strike up a conversation with her. She wanted a bath just now. She wanted to soak in the tub for a long, long time. Then she wanted to lie, stretched out, on the soft, cool sheets of her bed, Then, maybe then, she would think about the party they had been invited to for tonight.
She made it through the crowds which now packed the streets. She filled her tub and stretched out in the welcome warmth of the water. What the hell had happened to her? This was the Sheri she thought she had left behind two years ago. This was the Sheri who got herself hurt badly because of a man who had a magical cock. She had convinced herself that fucking was only a small part of life, even a smaller part of love. She had looked, not for a good partner in bed, but for a good man. That was how Brent had appealed to her.
Damn! Damn! Now she was back where she had started. She was an easy mark for any horny bastard with a big hunk of meat. She couldn't have that. She would not allow it. Under no conditions would she go back to that.
She thought about the party at Roy and Kit's for tonight. She couldn't tell Marianne about it. The brunette would insist they go. She could imagine how a party at the home of that sexy pair would end up. Everybody would be fucking everybody else in one grand orgy. Sheri shuddered at the thought. Damn! She was shuddering in horror or disgust. She was shuddering in anticipation. No! She couldn't let herself even think about that. That was a dead end! That was trouble!
As she finished her bath and went in to stretch out across the bed, she was still talking herself out of it. The last thought, however, before she went to sleep was about what she should wear. What had she brought that was appropriate for an orgy?
Chapter Four
"Now aren't you glad I talked you into this?" Marianne sat and bounced lightly on the bed as she faced Sheri. "Where's all that worry you had? Nothing like Carnival to get rid of all your hang-ups. Especially the ones on sex."
The blonde shuddered. She wasn't sure just how glad she was. A part of her life she had thought had been buried was surfacing again. She'd been nineteen, just out of secretarial school. He was a musician, playing guitar and singing in the city's most popular combo. She had started going to the dub where he played on weekends with the other girls from her apartment house. She had sat close to the band, staring at him in rapt attention. He smiled at her, directly at her, while he played. Her body tingled wildly every time he smiled at her, every time his eyes dropped over her body with that appreciative sparkle.
She moved in with him. She moved in with him after the first night he asked her to wait for him after the club closed. She drove them to his apartment and walked eagerly beside him as he took her inside. He lost no time in getting her in the bed, in getting that magnificent cock of his into her cunt. He fucked her all night. He fucked her all day Sunday. Sunday evening she went back to her small efficiency and packed her few belongings. By Monday morning they were thoroughly moved in together.
It lasted over a year, lasted far longer than the arrangements girls made with other boys In the combo. Sheri had become a fixture in the corner booth as the band played each weekend. During the week she stayed home, always awaking as he climbed into bed beside her, always ready to take his big prick into her cunt. She had gotten so accustomed to fucking. It had become such a natural part of her life with its daily explosions of passion. She wouldn't have thought of going without fucking for a day than she would of going without food. Even when she was in her period, she made sure he didn't miss her pussy. She sucked his cock once or twice a day, always throbbing in anticipation of the first night her flow would be soft enough to allow the beautiful pecker back into her cunt.
It had been beautiful. It had been a year of soaring delight. Then he was gone. They had all kept it from her, the fact that the combo was going to the West Coast. She knew nothing about it until that night when he didn't come home. She discovered that many of his clothes were missing that night. The next day she called the club and heard the manager confirm her fears. He had left her! Just like that-he had left her! She had been only an easy pussy to him. She was handy to have around, but not worth staying with.
The blonde had been determined never to let herself get in such a situation again. She had finally begun dating again, now attracted to Brent because he was so different, because he was so square. She had been dating him regularly, determined that under no circumstances would she let their relationship become another prolonged fuck.
Sheri looked at the happy expression on Marianne's face and shuddered again. No, she wasn't happy that she had come down to New Orleans. A part of her had been resurrected, a part she would prefer to have kept buried. The blonde didn't like having to admit how, much she had missed the fucking. She detested the thought that she might have been missing the cock more than the man. Why else would she have tumbled so unresistingly into bed with both Lee and Roy?
The brunette looked down at her, then patted her knee affectionately. Marianne got up from the bed and began changing her clothes. Sheri watched her slip into a dramatic kaftan. The thin, flowing material covered everything and revealed everything at the same time. In fact it made Marianne's tits look twice as large. The brunette covered herself with strings of beads, then hung huge earrings on herself and turned for the blonde's inspection.
"Exotic!" Sheri admitted. "Absolutely exotic." There was such a sensual quality to the outfit. The girl looked as though she could fuck every man in town the same night. Woman! That's what she looked like. She was Woman! She had tits to feed the world. Her lips were wide and sexy. Her black hair hung richly about her shoulders, framing Marianne's broad, sensuous face. She was a, hell of a sexy broad in that dress. "Hell, you look good enough to keep here in the room with me tonight," Sheri laughed.
Marianne's eyes sparkled. Her body showed a hesitation, like she just might be persuaded to accept the offer. The blonde hopped up from the bed and selected her own blouse and skirt. She had only intended to make a humorous remark, not to issue an invitation. She ignored the question in the brunette's eyes and slipped the skirt over her pale-green panties. She slipped into her blouse and concentrated on brushing her hair to a brilliant sheen. Finally, when she figured that Marianne had discounted her remark, she turned back to her friend and smiled warmly.
"All right, Chief," she laughed. "Lead us on!"
They found a small courtyard restaurant on Bourbon Street that had lower prices than they had learned to expect in New Orleans. The sound of jazz coming down the street mixed with the more erotic music from the various strip parlors to lend that exclusively Creole atmosphere to the Crawfish Etouffee. The courtyard was crowded with couples and singles, all getting themselves fortified for a night of rowdy celebration. Sheri leaned back in her chair and inhaled deeply of the moist air as the breeze filtered through the ancient buildings around the courtyard. The drink she had before dinner had left her glowing inside. The memory of the fucks earlier in the day sent a rippling sensation of pleasure through her body.
She had decided to accept her physical desires. Why should she punish herself because of one no-good musician? Besides, there could be no way she would be hurt by anything that happened down here. She didn't expect any involvement with any of the men. They were only cocks that happened to be available. Three days from now she would be gone back, home, never to ever see them again. Why not get in a few good, innocent fucks? That's what Mardi Gras was all about, wasn't it? She thrust her tits against the blouse, aware of the eyes of a dozen men on them. She was aware of the eyes following the swing and twist of her ass as the two girls left the restaurant. It made her feel good. It made her feel damn good.
The elation lasted while they watched another of the interminable parades. The glow was still rippling through her body as they walked back into the Quarter. They were standing in the middle of the street, watching a group of jugglers perform, when she overheard a conversation along the sidewalk. She glanced over and saw the frightened expression on a girl's face as three men kept her cornered against one of the buildings.
"Now, baby," the taller man was saying as he intimidated the girl with his body, "all we want is a little pussy. We just want a fuck or two each. How about it? You know you didn't put on those pretty clothes just to be looked at. Shit! Look at how your nipples are already hard inside that sweater. Look at them, fellas. You ever seen tits get that tight unless the cunt wanted to be fucked?"
His companions laughed and moved closer to the girl. They looked like some group of toughs who, must have come to Carnival just to see how much trouble they could cause. Sheri shuddered as she saw them hunch at the girl. The taller hoodlum was right against the girl, hunching himself against her while the other two stood beside him, keeping her pinned against the wall. Only her slender legs were visible to Sheri as the laughter and coarse talk grew louder.
"Mmmmm, feel those tits!" she heard one of them laugh. "Damn, but she's a soft little bitch."
"Let's go!" the leader suddenly hissed. "Here comes the Blue Army!" The other two looked down the street where the crowds were parting before the march and four policemen with the largest sticks Sheri could imagine. The three men moved away from their intended victim. As they passed the blonde she could smell stale beer on them. They were muttering and laughing, upset over the loss of this girl but confident of catching another prey.
"She would have been good pussy?" one complained. "That ass sure felt nice and firm."
"So would the jail cell," the leader grumbled. "Until you've been thrown in the New Orleans jail, you don't know what Hell is like. We'll find plenty of cunt tonight. We lose one we'll get a dozen to make up for it."
Sheri sighed deeply in relief. She saw the young girl still leaning against the wall for support. Her skirt was crooked where they had lifted it. Her blouse had not been pulled back down all the way. The girl trembled, watching the hoodlums walk innocently through the crowd. Suddenly she began running back in the opposite direction. She had been lucky. Sheri was trembling as she remembered the time she hadn't been that fortunate.
She had stayed later than planned, helping some other girls with a class project. The teen-ager had been supposed to call her mother when she was ready to come home. A cycle gang had been seen around the suburban community recently and the parents were uneasy about any girls out after dark alone. There had been rumors of a few knifings and several rapes. The kids discounted it, feeling that it was mostly parental hysteria. None of the kids in school had had any trouble, nor did they know of anyone who had been hassled by the gang.
Sheri had tried to call home. She had tried three times, but kept getting a busy signal. She gave up and decided to walk. After all, it was only three blocks. What was there to worry about? She was even more certain as she told the girls good-bye and watched them walk off in the other direction. Hell, they all had much farther to go than she. She laughed at her mother's fears and turned the corner, walking happily along the dark street. She was so confident that she didn't even look a second time at the dark outline of the cycles in the vacant lot midway down the block. She certainly didn't see the dark-clad men who were lounging beneath the trees. She was unaware that they had seen her or that one of them had already slipped into the bushes along the sidewalk. She wasn't aware of any of this until she felt herself pulled roughly into the shadows. A rough hand clamped over her mouth.
"Make a sound," a coarse voice whispered in her ear, "and it'll be your last. I know how to use this knife I've got against your throat."
She felt the hot touch of the blade against her skin and leaned away from the knife, back into the arms of her captor. His hand eased off her mouth and waited to see if she was going to scream. Sheri felt him relax as she kept silent. He pulled her back into the vacant lot as his companions joined them.
"Get her back here where we can get at her," another voice muttered. "Shit! We don't want to fuck her on the damn sidewalk. Back here, back here in the trees."
"Please!" she whispered. "Please don't hurt me. Let me go home, please."
"Shut up!" one of them told her as she felt her head jerk back from the force of his slap. "Keep your damn mouth shut. Your mouth shut and your pussy open, that's all we want. Do that and you'll be all right. Make any more noise and they can bury you tomorrow, if they ever find all the pieces of you."
The others laughed at his comment, then quickly quieted down as the man placed a finger to his lips. "Keep it down, damn it," he cautioned. "You want to bring all the neighborhood down on us?"
"Might not be a bad idea," one of them whispered back. "Might be lots more pussy in these houses around here."
"And pistols and rifles and men scared enough to use them," the leader warned him. "Now let's take what we got. If this pussy wears out, we can always go looking for some more. Let's try this cunt first, though."
Sheri was pulled down onto the ground. Rough bands held her by the hands and legs. They spread her legs as her sweater and skirt were pulled from her. One big hand gave a hard jerk and broke the band of her bra. The dainty nylon was pulled away to expose her tits to their lascivious hands. Sheri gasped as she felt them being pulled. The nipples stung as fingers caught them and pinched them. Some man's face plunged over her chest and began to suck at the tits. She saw another of the gang push that face over and force his way in to suck on the other tit. Her panties were torn from her, then her pussy felt a hand pawing it. The terrified girl tried to struggle but the men held her tightly. She almost got off a loud scream, but it caught in her throat as the man holding her right arm anticipated her and whispered hoarsely into her ear.
"Remember, baby," he cautioned. "One peep out of you and we cut your throat. We can fuck a warm body even after it's dead. You remember that, huh?" She swallowed the frightened lump in her throat as the finger reached inside her pussy and felt around.
"Tight little pussy," the leader's voice whispered. "That'll make it even more fun. All right, you guys. You've sucked those tits long enough. Get out of the way so I can knock off a piece of tail."
In the darkness she couldn't see his cock as he pulled it out of his pants. She could only see his dark form as he came over, her. She gasped as the hard prick came against her pussy. The girl never imagined that a man was so hard down there. It was like nothing she'd ever imagined. He rammed it against her, forcing the throbbing bead between her cunt-lips. Her pussy seemed unable to take that much meat. The blonde thought for a minute that he wouldn't be able to get his cock inside her virgin cunt.
"I said it was a tight little pussy," he laughed.
"I'll bet she's never been lucked before. That right, honey?"
He never even looked at her face to see her nod her answer. His concentration was on holding her ass in his hands to steady her for the next onslaught of his packer. Sheri felt him pause and steady the contact between cock, and cunt. Then he lunged. He gasped as he plunged his cock unmercifully through her cherry. She cried out softly from the searing pain, then looked down to see how the cock was ripping at her. It was too dark to see anything but his shadow. She could feel it, though. She could feel the hot, tearing pain as he lucked into her. She knew her virgin blood was pouring over the cock and down her thighs.
"Uhhhhhh!" her rapist gasped as he lucked wildly into the frightened girl's cunt. "Ohhhhh, what a soft little pussy. Now that I've opened her up for .you guys, you got one bell of a night ahead."
He thrust deeper into her torn pussy. His hands groped her tits, pulling them roughly until they hurt almost as much as her cunt. She lay helpless as he fucked violently, his cock becoming more and more excited. She lay pinned on the ground, crying softly as his .prick suddenly became a throbbing, trembling raging shaft of exploding passion and lust. His cum gushed into her cunt, shaking her violently with the force of his eruption. He gasped and panted, emptying his balls into her, then lay on her a minute before slowly pulling his cock out of her cunt and getting up.
"All right," he grunted. "Joe, since you brought her in here, you take the next fuck."
"Yeah!" the voice she had first heard answered. "I just hope she lucks half as nice as she felt when I pulled her in here. I got a look at her out there. She's got a hell of a pair of tits and the sexiest ass you ever saw. Yeah! I want to bury my cock in that sweet little thing."
He crawled onto Sheri and shoved his cock into her cunt. He rammed up into her sore pussy roughly and pumped furiously. Sheri gasped from the force. of his luck, her body shaking from the way he rammed his cock all the way into her aching bole. She could hear the sound of his flesh against hers as he grabbed her tits even more roughly than had the last man. He lucked her with wild abandon, then unloaded his cock into her. She was almost in a faint as he finished, her body hurting from the treatment. The girl saw no way she could survive the remainder of the men. If they kept raping her she would be either dead or insane long before they were satisfied.
Then her luck came back. As Joe pulled his cock out of her cunt, a light flashed across the vacant lot. A spotlight paused as its beam hit the motorcycles. It wavered a moment,, then swept towards the cluster of men around the girl. Then it snapped off, leaving the darkness deeper than ever.
"Cops!" someone gasped. "We better get out of here fast."
"No worry," another member of the gang laughed. "He's gone. He didn't see a damn thing."
"The hell he didn't!" the leader's voice came back. "That was a cop's car all right. No way he couldn't have seen us. Probably a patrolman by, himself. He wouldn't take us on without help. The bastard's probably just down the street waiting for reinforcements. You guys'll have to wait for your pussy. We gotta haul ass!"
They rushed for the bikes. Sheri lay moaning on the ground as she heard the motors roar into life. The gang pulled out into the street and thundered off away from the direction the cop's car had gone. In the distance she could hear several sirens. The blonde waited for the cops to come help her. She waited alone on the damp ground for five minutes. She forced herself up and crawled about, feeling over the grass and weeds until she found her skirt and sweater. She managed to get them back on, and still no cops had come. She dazedly got to her feet and staggered home. Later she figured that if the cop had seen the rape, he must have thought they were only fucking one of the girls in their gang.
She had been lucky, the girl who cringed against the building. She had gotten away from the men. Sheri still shuddered at the memory of her rape. Yes, that little girl had no idea how lucky she had been.
"You with me?"
Sheri looked up at the face of Marianne. The brunette was frowning deeply, her eyes studying the blonde intensely.
"Did something frighten you? I swear you're white as a sheet."
"No, no!" Sheri lied. "I'm all right. Really. I just remembered, though. We have a party to attend tonight. A couple I met today, a couple who live in the Quarter, invited us by their apartment tonight for a party. I have to warn you, though. They're a pretty raunchy pair, so there's no telling what we'll run into."
"You talked me into it!" Marianne answered. She hugged the blonde against her huge tits and kissed Sheri on the cheek. "Lead on. If the party gets rough, we'll stay."
Chapter Five
The huge tits seemed even more magnificent as his hands groped them frantically. Roy bent his body so he could suck and kiss their voluptuous beauty while he slowly stroked his cock across Marianne's clit.
"Ohhhhh, what a woman!" he sighed. "What a hell of a woman. Each tit is a double handful. Damn! You're a soft, sweet cunt."
Sheri stood watching in amazement. The other guests at the party seemed only casually interested that the artist was fucking the brunette in the middle of the festivities. They glanced over to the couch only occasionally, keeping up their running conversation, their constant drinking. Only the blonde appeared to feel there way anything out of the ordinary in the fuck.
Roy had been attracted to the brunette from the moment Sheri brought her into the party. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the way her knockers filled out even the loose-fitting kaftan. He greeted Sheri with a warm embrace, patting her ass affectionately as he kissed her, then turning back to the brunette as the blonde girl made the introduction.
"You fuck as good as your Mend?"
That was his first response to being introduced. Sheri shuddered at his abruptness, then saw the intrigued smile that stole across Marianne's face. As they were led back into the apartment with its chaos of conversation, dancing and drinking, the larger girl whispered her approval in her friend's
"I like, him," she told Sheri. "I think this will be a fun party. Sure looks like I can get a taste of Roy's cock when I want it."
She shook her tits in anticipation as they walked back to the small bar. Her eyes sparkled. Sheri realized that the big girl was really quite beautiful when she let herself respond like this
They mixed their own drinks, then wandered about the party. Sheri ducked out of several embraces as most of the men focused their attentions on her. She chatted happily, relieved to be in the safety of the apartment rather than in the streets where no telling how many gangs like the one she had seen earlier might be out looking for unaccompanied women. By the second drink she was beginning to respond to the attention of the men, standing beside them and letting them cuddle her against their sides while they chatted. She was nestled against a young blond man, an aspiring writer who supported himself driving tourists in the old buggies around town. He had finally broken into print with a couple of articles for travel magazines and was convinced that fame lay just ahead of him.
She realized the Marianne was no, longer with her and looked around for the, brunette. Shed gasped as she spotted her Mend. Roy had gotten the big girl onto a couch and was fondling her marvelous tits, the kaftan pulled up to Marianne's waist and his hands reaching farther up beneath it to play happily with the excitedly heaving tits. His cock throbbed against his pants, its erect passion obvious through the fight trousers. His mouth was clamped over the girl's face. His cheeks showed the intensity with which he sucked her breath from her. Marianne's face was just as active beneath his kiss. The brunette was tonguing the hell out of him. Sheri watched the big girl's hands reach along Roy's thighs until they found his cock. She closed her grip on the pulsing rod and held it tightly as she pumped it slowly and sensuously. The artist dropped one hand from her tits and reached inside her peach-colored panties. Sheri gasped as she saw a finger slip inside the brunette's pussy and caress her clit luxuriously. Marianne stirred softly in his arms. She drew back from his lips and looked mistily into his eyes.
"000hhh," she smiled. "You play around down there, you'd better mean business."
"You've got your hand on my cock," Roy answered. "Does it feel like I'm not ready to back up anything I try?"
"Tell, you in just a minute," Marianne laughed. She unzipped his pants and pulled the shimmering cock out. Her hand wrapped about it lovingly. She pulled the skin back along the shaft, revealing the reddening meat. The brunette studied his cock, then looked back up at Roy. "Mmmmmm," she answered. "Maybe so. I'll give you a chance anyway. That cock looks like it's worth being given an opportunity to prove itself."
She stroked his prick with one hand while her other hand reached beyond it and slipped into his fly. Sheri saw the way she worked his balls until he was shaking in demand for the girl. The blonde let her young companion step behind her and hold her against himself. His hands came over her tits and, held them adoringly while she watched the scene on the couch. His cock was hard against her ass as he moved her slightly from side to side so that ass and prick rubbed slowly and deliciously against each other.
Roy lifted the kaftan farther, then impulsively lifted it over the brunette's head. Marianne struggled out of it and reached back for his pants. She tugged at his belt, then got his pants open and shoved them down to reveal his cock and balls fully to her caresses. Her body shuddered as the artist burled his face into her heaving tits as the men around them each took a good look at the massive globes. Sheri watched their reaction to the size of Marianne's jugs. They looked the brunette over thoroughly, then turned back to their own conversations. If the couple wanted to fuck in the middle of the party, no one had any objections or felt surprise. Only the blonde stood staring in fascination at them. The man behind her was not watching the couple on the couch. He was too busy reaching up Sheri's blouse and fondling her firm, ripe tits while kissing and nuzzling her neck and ears. His cock was throbbing more passionately against the firm flesh of her ass, its desire as apparent as the hot breath on her shoulder.
Roy slipped the peach panties down. Marianne kicked them free and guided his cock to her pussy. The big head eased into the lush growth of black hair and planted itself into the lips of her cunt. He held it just inside her slit and rubbed it sensuously over her clit.
"Ooohhh," the brunette moaned. "That feels like a nice hunk of meat. Sure can turn my pussy on."
"I'll do more than turn your pussy on," Roy assured her. "Soon as I get you oiled enough, I'm going to turn that cunt inside out."
He laughed and resumed his sucking on her tits. He caught one of the matchless jugs in both hands and held it to his lips. His hands turned it while he sucked and. tongued at the hard nipple. Sheri could see the passion smoldering in Marianne's eyes as she lay back and let her body tremble in anticipation. The brunette's lips were parted, saliva glistening along her mouth as she twisted in ecstasy beneath his play.
"Go on, man!" the blond writer urged from behind Sheri. He was watching after all. He was watching with the girl and letting the passion from the couch flow through their bodies. "Get in her. Bury that cock in her pussy! You're driving both of us crazy by taking so long. Ball her, man! Fuck that big tail off her!"
He hadn't said it loud enough for Roy to hear. He only whispered it so that Sheri could be aroused by his words. He said it to encourage his own cock as it lunged against the blonde's butt. Sheri leaned back against him, her body yielding and pliant in his hands. Her tits swelled against his caress. Her breath came in short gasps, excited both by his embrace and by the fuck in front of them.
"Ahhhhhh!" Roy gasped. He buried his cock in Marianne's soft pussy, then began to thrust in long, easy strokes. "Uhhhhhh, that's a hell of a cunt, baby. You've sure the hell got all the equipment. I knew your tits could, drive a man crazy, but your pussy's just as good."
"You going to talk all night?" Marianne asked him with a taunting look in her eyes. "You only going to talk about it, or are you going to get busy and fuck me?"
He responded. He answered her by going after her with a wild fury. His cock battered against her cunt while he pulled and tugged her knockers in his caressing, squeezing hands. He caught her nipples beneath his thumbs and rolled them in a frenzied determination to make her feel every shiver that ran through his body. He kissed her again, his tongue forcing her own back into her mouth, then claiming her. He tongued and sucked on her wide, sensuous lips. His hands pawed roughly at the wildly rolling tits. His cock drove deeper and deeper into her pussy as she shuddered in heat. The brunette wrapped her legs up over his waist and hugged him to herself, aiding his ass as it hunched his cock furiously into her oozing cunt. Her arms were around him, fingers teasing over his body. Marianne rolled and hunched beneath him. She joined the rhythm of the fuck as they seemed about to roll off the couch in their intensity.
"Mmmmmmm!" she purred beneath him.
"Ooohhh," he moaned as he fucked harder and faster.
Their bodies became almost a blur of motion. They groped over tits and nipples and ears and shoulders. They balled roughly. They fucked frantically, bodies trembling with surging desire.
Sheri realized the writer had gotten her bra unhooked and was thumbing her nipples into fiery hardness. She reached a hand behind her and squeezed in between ass and cock. She caressed the rigid prick and swung her ass invitingly against it. Her tits rolled and thrust in lush pleasure at his touch. She turned her head enough to be able to kiss him, to suck his tongue into her mouth and taste of its passion. The blonde shuddered with a roaring need to join Marianne. She wished the couch were large enough for her to slip down beside her friend and let this man fuck her at the same wild tempo as Roy was laying it into the brunette. The writer sensed her need and opened his pants to let her get his bare cock beneath her fingers. She felt along its warm shaft while she listened to the groans from the couch. She could hear the sucking of pussy over Roy's rampaging pecker. She could hear the soft slap of their bodies with each great thrust of his cock.
She stood in frozen passion watching Marianne plunge into her orgasm. The voluptuous body seemed to stand still for a moment before erupting into its passionate heaves of rapture. The blonde gasped at the beauty of their merging bodies. They both were glowing as they writhed in ecstasy. The ferocity of the fuck was gone. In its place was a more gentle yet more thorough screwing. Roy's cock rammed deep into the black-haired cunt, burying itself to the hilt and remaining a moment to taste the depths of the pussy before drawing back for one more equally sensuous trip along the pulsating cunt-walls. Their shoulders shook with enjoyment. Their entire bodies seemed to be tingling on the brink of a final explosion. They gasped and moaned as Roy fucked her harder once more. His cock was erupting inside Marianne's satiny cunt. His cum was being unloaded into her voluptuous body. Sheri shook in sympathetic passion as she saw them drain the last of their ecstasy, then slowly and dreamily relax in each other's arms.
The blonde was panting. Her pussy glowed and stung. The sight of the fuck made her hornier than she could ever remember. She clamped her hands over the writer's prick and shoved her ass into him roughly. She wanted to feel his cock! She wanted to be relieved of this burning inside her. She needed to be fucked. She was panting as though Roy had been greasing her up for the last fifteen minutes. She wanted a man's meat in her cunt.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed as he dropped one hand from her tits and fingered her cunt. "Oh yes. Feel me up. Please feel me up."
He got a leg between her thighs and brought it up to her cunt while his hand pressed the material of her skirt against her pussy. She shuddered with exquisite delight in his arms as she felt the great pulsing throbs of his prick. Her panties felt wet from the seeping moisture of her anxious cunt. Sheri twisted her shoulders back and forth to increase the thrills that ran through her tits from his sensuous massage.
"Roy had the right idea," he muttered into her ear. "When you see a piece of tail you like, don't just mess around. Go after it!"
"So what are you waiting for?" the blonde panted back at him. "You want an engraved invitation?"
"I want to fuck you," he answered. "I want to get into that sweet pussy and screw the living shit out of you."
"Talk! Talk! Talk!" Sheri protested. "Let's have a little more action."
She shuddered in delight as he responded to her taunts. His teeth bit into her neck as he pushed her into the back of a heavy chair. She caught herself against the back and let him bend her body against it. She felt his hands pull her hose and panties down her thighs. The young blonde was panting in anticipation by the time he got her pussy exposed. He must have dropped his pants at the same time, because it was bare skin that came up beneath her raised skirt. His cock rammed between her thighs and probed upward until its head found the soft lips of her pussy. He held her hips as he shoved his hard prick into her fuck-hole. She let her weight, drop onto the luscious-feeling pecker, holding herself on the chair back while he began pumping the cock into her cunt with long, slow thrusts.
"Ohhhh," he gasped. "Damn if you don't have the sweetest pussy I ever found. So soft and gentle. Too bad my cock feels so mean and rough. That sweet cunt is more than I can take without getting rough."
"You hear me complaining?" she asked.
Damn him! Why apologize for getting horny?
Shit! Stop apologizing, she wanted to say, until you've done something to apologize for. She would have said it aloud except for the sudden shuddering passion that shook her. He had begun fucking her in earnest. His cock was white heat as it lunged angrily through her pussy. His hands clawed over her tits until, she thought they would grow another two inches tonight. She gasped with the delicious agony he sent through her body. Her ass swung slowly from side to side, making for greater pleasure along the length of his ecstatic cock.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed in delight. "Ooohhh, ride me. Ride me, man! Ride my tail! Fuck me!"
Sheri suddenly realized that she didn't even know his name. She had paid no attention to it when they were introduced. Were they even introduced? She couldn't remember that either. So what? Slut! He was giving her a hell of a fuck. He was fucking her in a different way than she'd ever screwed before. What the hell did his name matter? She kept telling herself that, but kept having that nagging curiosity. It made the fuck just a little more exotic, the fact that she didn't even know who he was.
"Yeaaaaahlth!" he growled from behind her. "That's sure a hell of a pussy you walk around with. Ahhhhhh, it's driving me crazy. What a wild little cunt. Ohhhhhhh!"
He panted and groaned. He gasped and groped. His cock drove into her cunt with ever greater intensity. His hands worked on her tits with renewed adoration. Sheri shivered with each long thrust of the sweet prick into her fuck-hole. Her pussy was sucking at the luscious length of meat. Rippling spasms ran through her cunt. Her entire body was shuddering as her emotions surged higher and higher. He dropped one hand from her tits and pressed against her pussy just above where his cock was buried in her. He slowly worked a finger along the top of his rampaging pecker until it was inside her cunt and pressing her clit into delirious sensations of exquisite passion.
"Ooohhh," she moaned, her voice becoming a wail of demand. "Oh, get me, get me, get me! Fuck me! Ride me! Ohhhhh, lord, that's great! What a fuck! Come on! Fuck me before I die! Shoot it to me, baby! Unload into me! 000HHH!"
She felt his body tense as he realized how close she was to orgasm. His cock paused for one shuddering, screaming moment as she began to vibrate frantically. Then the lunging shaft went after her with more force than ever. She felt the hot presence of his cum bursting inside her. The blonde shook as her body exploded with an enormous climax. She sank weakly onto the wild prick and yielded her body to any desires he might have. She lay shimmering against him as he fucked her thoroughly. She gasped at the length of his ejaculation. Damn! He must not have fucked for months to have all that jizz built up. She gloried in his passion, glowed from his lust.
They both slid softly to the floor as he emptied his packer. They crumpled into a heap, wrapped in each other. Their bodies glowed with the satisfaction of the fuck. Their breathing slowly returned to normal as they caressed each other in soft, adoring strokes. Sheri smiled contentedly, her body warm and cuddly against him. She kissed him gently and smiled though the golden haze that swelled over her.
"What the hell's your name?" she asked. She had to ask it. Anybody who could give her that good a fuck should have a name. He laughed as he snuggled her against her chest. He patted her butt affectionately and laughed again.
"Does it matter?" he asked.
"Yes," Her eyes met his. "It matters to me. When I think back on this, I don't want to say, 'Old whoever-he-was sure gave a good fuck.' "
"Steven," he told her, formally offering her his hand. "Steven Abramson. Think you'll remember that?"
"I want to," she answered. "One day I'll see one of your books. I can buy it and keep it by my bed in memory of your cock." They laughed and rolled playfully about the floor.
"When you two get through messing around down on the floor, we'd like to have you go with us," Marianne's voice cut in from above them. Sheri looked up into her friend's amused face.
"We're going out on Bourbon Street," the brunette told her. "All of us. We'll take the party with us. Let's go see what's happening out there. We can come back later and let the party get raunchy."
Chapter Six
The crowd and the noise had increased tenfold. It was difficult enough to make their way along Dumaine Street. When they reached the intersection of Bourbon, the throngs were almost impassable. They shouldered their way slowly along, joining the festive crowd. Booze flowed about the streets as everyone carried at least one large cup of liquor. The sweet smell of pot mingled with the alcohol to lend an almost intoxicating aroma to the streets.
Sheri felt men's hands constantly drawing across her tits as they made their way through the wall-to-wall people. The earthy sounds of jazz wailed from the open doors of bars. The loud shouts of strip-show barkers mingled into the music. Roy led them slowly along, finally getting them into one of the bars. They never made it to the interior. The packed mob only allowed them to stand in the door and watch an overweight stripper parade her underexposed and over proclaimed body. Sheri shuddered at the lack of taste. Roy leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"Shit! We've got a hell of a lot more lit and pussy with us than she ever thought about having."
He laughed and led them back into the street. A couple of seamen grabbed her and tried to separate her from the party. The blonde had a moment of concern as she felt herself lifted into the air and rough hands pawing her tits and up beneath her skirt. Fortunately Roy was able to pull her back from the drunken captors as Steven threatened to pull a knife if there was any trouble. She was still weak in the knees as they pushed farther into the depths of the mob.
"Let's get them to fuck us in the middle of the street," Marianne whispered into Sheri's ear. The blonde looked over in shock at the suggestion. Her friend's eyes showed that the brunette was completely serious about it. She watched Marianne pull Roy's wife over and whisper in the redhead's ear. Kit smiled broadly and nodded her eager agreement. The word went from ear to ear among the girls. Sheri realized that all the others were in full agreement with the proposal. She wanted to stay out of it. At least, part of her wanted to stay out of it. Another part of her was just as eager as the other women.
Marianne nodded to them all as a signal. The brunette grabbed Steven and pulled him to her. Sheri watched Kit reach out for another of the men. All the girls were grabbing for a man. What the hell? the blonde decided. She stepped against the nearest male, who happened to be Roy. She grabbed him at the groin and rubbed herself against him.
"Fuck me!" she said. She saw him gasp in surprise. His eyebrows raised in question.
"Soon as we get home," he agreed, beginning to start pushing their way back towards his apartment.
"No," Sheri corrected him. "Here. Right now."
"In the middle of the street?" His face showed incredulity. His eyes seemed unable to comprehend until he saw the other men caressing the girls and either lifting skirts or opening slacks. "You've got to be kidding!" he said in a husky voice.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Sheri asked as she lifted her skirt for him. She was glad she hadn't bothered to pull her pantyhose back on after fucking Steven. All Roy would have to do would be to slide his cock past the tiny bikini panties and fuck away into her pussy. She unzipped his pants and reached inside for his prick. It hadn't gotten fully hard yet. The blonde smiled and caressed it inside the pants. She wouldn't pull his cock out until Roy was ready. No need to embarrass him by holding his limp tool out in public.
"You girls will do anything, won't you?" he smiled in admiration as he watched a similar scene taking place around him. "I believe you mean it. You'd really let us screw you in the middle of Bourbon Street."
"Sure," Sheri assured him. "If you don't believe us, just get those cocks up our pussies and we'll show you."
She saw the slow realization dawn on him. This wasn't just a come-on. They weren't just teasing the men. The girls were all dead set on fucking in public. His cock began to harden for real now. He reached down and brought a hand beneath the blonde's skirt. His palm cupped her butt as he stepped closer to her, letting his cock get hard enough for her to begin easing it out of his fly.
"One thing for sure," he laughed. "It'll beat the hell out of any of those two-bit shows going on inside the bars. Why pay three-fifty for a watered-down drink to watch a too-fat or too-skinny broad show what she hasn't got? Slut! You can stand in the street and see a gorgeous hunk of pussy get screwed."
He laughed again, his cock jumping in her hand as she led it beneath her skirt.
Roy held her ass with both hands while she rubbed her pussy against the head of his pecker. The blonde had never fucked standing up. She had tried it once in the shower with her musician. They hadn't been able to do it and had gotten out and fucked, soaking wet, on the bed. Sheri wondered if it could be done. Perhaps in the street, where the man could get better footing than on the slippery floor of a shower, they might be able to manage. She was willing to give it a try. The other girls were trying, too. Sheri looked around and saw them all with cocks either at the lips or inside their cunts. Marianne already had Steve in her and was on tiptoes against the boy, bouncing her cunt back and forth on his cock.
"Hey, man!" some boy called from beside them. "Look here! These cats have their own orgy right out in the middle of the street!"
"Fuck her, buddy!" another voice called out. "We're pulling for you, man. Fill that cunt up for us."
They laughed around the group and shouted words of encouragement. Sheri felt a shiver of excitement ripple through her at being the center of attention. She saw two of the spectators motion to a pair of girls, talk with them a moment, then bring them over to on with Roy's party. Even the men who had not been able to find some girl willing to join in were openly or unconsciously holding their cocks in their hands.
She watched a girl who couldn't have been over sixteen drop her jeans for a man in his thirties. One woman who had joined them reminded the blonde of her old typing teacher from high school. The over-ripe woman was happily lifting her long skirt for a teen-age boy while he pulled excitedly at the monstrous tits before him. Marianne was rubbing her tits over Steven's face, the hard nipples evident through the thin kaftan. Her full buttocks were closed about his meat as he gasped and pumped her around in a small circle.
Roy lifted the blonde into the air. He held her with both hands still cupping her butt and eased her slowly onto his cock. Sheri reached down to her crotch and pulled her panties aside to let the prick slip into the mouth of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around Roy's hips, taking the hard cock deeper into her cunt. He bounced her lightly in his hands and hunched his cock along her passage. She gasped at the exciting pleasure of being fucked like this out in the open. The crowd around her screamed encouragement even louder. The fucking couples around them increased their pace. The young girl was acting just a little frightened as her older partner had gotten his cock into her and was holding her tightly while he jumped around the street, trying to shove his cock farther into her fight young cunt. The old gal was slowly writhing against the young man she had found, causing the slender youth to stagger from her weight. Marianne's face showed pure pleasure as she encouraged Steven to fuck her harder and harder.
"Come on, big stud!" Kit was cajoling her partner on the other side of Sheri. "Come on, baby! You got me speared. Now give me a ride!"
"Oh, God!" one of the spectators cried as though in agony. "Look at them go! Damn! That's the wildest sight I ever saw! Slut! I'd pay twenty-five dollars to see this show in a night club. Here, we can see it all for free."
"Only problem is, I'll have to go back to the hotel," another man called out, "and change pants. My cum is all over my pants from just watching."
"What a damn waste!" a scrawny brunette told him as she rubbed against him. "Why didn't you say you wanted to join in?"
"Well, mine hasn't blown yet," another boy told her, pulling her away and tearing her slacks from her hips while his cock lunged out in front of his open fly.
Even the couples who did not join in the mass fuck stood about and fondled each other. An expensively dressed couple stood at the front of the crowd. The man stood behind the chic brunette, his hands covering her pert tits while he hunched his swollen cock against her ass. The woman may have thought she was holding his cock. Actually she was pumping the prick of the man beside her, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she felt her passion mounting rapidly from the scene around her. The unknown man smiled sheepishly, hoping her husband didn't discover what his wife had in her hand.
Roy's cock seemed to get larger and stronger as the noise about them increased. He shook her ass in his hands and let her tits rub sensuously against his chest. He wagged his ass to wave his cock inside her pussy as he kept thrusting into her. Sheri held one arm around his shoulder, while her other hand taunted his ears. He buried his face into her shoulder and began to bite at her while his body shuddered with the surge of his passion.
"Ooohhh," she moaned. "I didn't think we could do it this way. Mmmmmmm, what a relief. I'd have died if we couldn't have fucked. Oh, keep doing that. Whatever you're doing to my pussy, keep it up. Oh, God! I like it! Fuck me, Roy! Fuck me in front of the whole world!"
"You're the teasingest little pussy I ever saw," he muttered in response. "I ought to let every man out here take a crack at you. Don't worry, though. I'm not about to let go of such a sweet cunt. I'm going to fuck you out here in the street, then take you home and fuck you again. I'll show you what happens to little girls who taunt like you do."
"Ooohhh!" she gasped as he went after her with sudden intensity. She felt the cock drive frantically at her. His hands pumped her along the steaming shaft while his teeth caught the tender skin of her neck and held her tightly. His breath was irregular. His hands trembled beneath her ass. His cock roared through her, igniting fires of splendid ecstasy along her cunt. Her clit was tingling with passion. Her tits swelled marvelously as they pressed against him. Their nipples tight and hot from her aroused frenzy.
"Going to get me some cock," she murmured in his ear. "Going to suck that pecker dry. My pussy's ready to eat it up. I'm. ready to just plain bite it off. What're you going to do, Roy, when you discover that your cock's still in me after you've finished?"
He laughed softly as he fucked her. He was almost tossing her into the air and letting her come back down along his glowing prick. Sheri felt the pulsing tremors running along the shaft and transferring their pleasure to the nerves of her pussy. She panted in excitement. She hugged her legs about him tightly and let him fuck her harder and harder. This was wild, she thought. This was something special. The noise of the crowd roared about her. The gasps of the other women began to surge around her. They were having orgasms all through the crowd. Marianne's deep, lusty cries pierced her ecstasy. The big brunette was exploding with her climax. Steven seemed to be just as lost in his moment of blind pleasure.
The little teen-ager was crying and laughing at the same time. Sheri wondered if she had been a virgin. What matter? She was having a hell of a fuck from her overaged partner. She looked around for the heavy blonde woman and saw her clutching the young boy as they shuddered together, lost in rapture. The air was alive with groans and gasps. Sheri felt the growing force of her own needs inside her. Her pussy began that rapid trembling, that wild set of spasms, that came just before her climax. She held more tightly against Roy. Her cunt was a single massive tremor as she took his frantic prick deeper inside. She held her breath as the tension mounted, then let the air explode from her when it all hit her.
"Ooohhh!" she cried out. "Ooohhh, there it is! I'm pouring it over you, Roy! Ooohhh, God, I'm coming! COMING!"
"Right with you, baby!" he panted.
His cock surged upward and began spurting into her. She shivered at the force Of his wad bouncing off the walls of her pussy, seeming to permeate even her passage itself. Every nerve in her cunt was afire. She glowed and shook with the impassioned orgasm. For a moment she lost her breath, then recovered it in a series of shuddering gasps.
"Mmmmm," she panted. "That was great! That was beautiful!"
She rubbed her body lushly against him as he emptied his wad into her cunt, then slowed down and seemed about to drop her from the sudden emptying of his strength. She slid slowly down to the street, and leaned against him while they stood panting in the middle of the approving crowd. Roy looked around, waiting for the last of their party to finish fucking. Then he tucked his cock back in his pants and put his arm around Sheri's waist.
"Let's get out of here," he told her. "It's a miracle the police didn't, come before new. I'm afraid they'd feel we were taking Mardi Gras a little too far. We can have a lot more fun back at the apartment than we'd ever have at Central Lock-up." He led them through the crowd which now parted for them in appreciation of the show that they had provided.
The still-panting members of their party made the slow walk back to the corner, then turned off Bourbon Street.
"We'll make better time going up Chartres," Roy assured them.
Sheri walked along, cuddled under his arm. That had been a wild experience. She still couldn't believe she had actually done it. She laughed softly, imagining what Brent would say if he knew of it. Poor Brent! She refused to fuck him in the security of her own apartment, yet she had slipped her panties aside in the middle of a crowd and let a stranger screw her. It didn't make sense. It made no more sense than Mardi Gras itself.
That was it, she decided. It was Mardi Gras. She had just succumbed to the spirit of Carnival. Let yourself go! That was what it was about. Well, she had surely let herself go. She'd never been like this, never in her life. This was three fucks in a day, four if you counted the suck from Kit. Four fucks and they were going back to the party.
"Hey, this looks like a good party!"
Sheri felt a cold shudder pass through her body. Three men had stepped out of the shadows and were walking along with them. The blonde gasped in surprise. She recognized them. These were the hoodlums from earlier tonight, the ones who cornered the girl and were about to rape her until the cops showed up.
"No," she whispered up to Roy. "Don't let them. Please, I don't like them, don't like their looks."
"What's the matter, baby?" the leader asked, having sensed what she was saying. "You don't like us? That's bad. In fact, I call that downright inhospitable. Don't you, fellas?"
"You'd think she thought we were gonna try to fuck her, wouldn't you?" the burly member of the threesome laughed. "Shit! All we want is a little company. We don't know this town. We thought you people might try to make strangers feel welcome."
Steven had dropped back beside them. Now he looked up at Roy. Sheri was relieved to see the other men gathering together, ready Jo aid the artist if he needed their help. They all stopped walking while Steven and Roy faced the trio.
"What do you think, Lieutenant?" he asked in a precise voice. "Should we check them out?" He turned to the hoodlums and seemed to loom over them Sheri watched him spread his legs in a demanding stance as he faced them.
"All right, you guys," he muttered, "let's see your identification and your money."
"What the hell you mean, money?" the leader asked, eyeing the two men suspiciously. "We ain't gotta show you nothing."
"You'll show us everything when we run you in," Roy snarled. "All right, against that wall, you smart-ass bastards. We've already locked up five hundred just like you. You'd better pray you've got either a New Orleans ID or two hundred dollars on you. Otherwise you get thirty days."
The trio stared a moment. They seemed on the point of resisting, of attacking the two men in front of them. Roy reached his hand backwards, as though getting something from his hip pocket. The hoods hesitated a minute, then backed away from him. They nudged each other, then turned and fled.
"Run, you bastards!" Roy shouted after them. "We'll get you. You won't make it through the night without getting picked up." He turned back and smiled broadly as he clapped Steven on the shoulder. "Never fails," he laughed. "You should be on the stage. You make the most convincing cop l ever saw."
"Not me," the younger man protested. "It was when you reached back like you had a gun after cursing them out."
"What were you reaching for?" Sheri asked the artist.
"My wallet," he answered. "I have a fake badge. It usually convinces them. If they see the badge, they assume the gun. This time I didn't need it." He put his arm around the frightened girl and walked securely along the street towards his apartment.
The blonde, however, kept looking around for the trio. Sheri sensed, somewhere deep inside, that she hadn't seen the last of those three. They were trouble. They were terrible trouble. She was still shaking when Roy opened the door and ushered the crowd into his apartment.
Chapter Seven
Three of the girls lay stretched out across the bed. The others lay on pillows and pads along the floor, except for the one using the couch out in the living room. The men were fucking each of them. From the speakers, the music soared through the apartment. As each song ended, the men rolled over to the next girl. They drove their pricks into the waiting pussy as the next tune came from the stereo.
Sheri smiled up at the teen-ager whose face showed his eagerness to fuck the luscious young blonde. They had brought several of those who joined in their street fuck. They hadn't planned to, it was merely that the robust blonde had brought the teen-ager with her and followed them. So had the man who had initiated the slender teen-ager. So had perhaps another six or eight from the Bourbon Street orgy. Kit had planned this round-robin fuck. She had the taps already made up. They would keep one partner though each song, then switch for the next. They were expected to hold off orgasm until "Night Train" came over the speakers.
The teen-ager pumped wildly into her pussy. His long, lean prick seemed to reach back to the deepest recesses of her cunt. He wasn't that experienced on using such a tool, but he tried to make up in energy what he lacked in skill. Sheri wanted to suggest he try a few variations rather than just pumping joyfully at her. She opened her mouth to speak to him, then changed her mind. No need to upset the kid. He'd learn. Somewhere along the way in the next few years some girl would help him learn about his marvelous length of cock. She'd be a lucky girl, a very fortunate little cunt. The lad had all the physical endowments. A little experience and he'd be one hell of a stud. The music changed, changed from The wild rock number to a softer, more sensuous ballad. Sheri kissed the teen-ager as he left her, then smiled her welcome to the next cock. She recognized the man who had talked the scrawny teen-ager into joining him. He looked younger in the raw. He might be in his thirties, but he had a hell of a body On him. He was lean and muscular, his rich chest hair glowing with the perspiration of a series of fucks. He slipped his prick into her soaked pussy and began moving it slowly and tauntingly. The blonde shuddered at his touch inside her. His prick wasn't that large, yet he used it so that it had her pussy glowing with desire. He moved it in small circles, letting the head flip against her clit until she was panting with surging pleasure. His hands roved across her tits, cupping and cuddling. His fingers teased her nipples until they were vibrating madly. Sheri fought back the urge to let her orgasm slip up on her. She wanted to let it go. She wanted to relax and have the roaring climax shudder through her body. She held her breath and fought frantically against responding too openly to the taunting, intriguing motions of his cock.
"What a gorgeous woman," he whispered in her ear. "I couldn't believe it when I saw you out there in the street. Honestly, I've never seen anyone so exquisitely lovely, not in my whole life. I'll tell you a secret. When I fucked the kid out there on Bourbon Street, I pretended it was you. Shit, to be honest, I've imagined every other woman so far as you."
"Mmmmm," Sheri murmured, caressing his ears and neck. "You sure hand out a line. Keep talking, though. I like to hear that kind of blarney."
"You slip away with me tonight and you'll discover it isn't blarney," he assured her. "Look, my business is beautiful women. I know when I see a one-in-a-million kind of girl. I knew it when I saw you tonight. I'd like to talk with you about that. Not tonight, I'm afraid. This is pleasure, not business."
He wouldn't have had the chance anyway. The music changed abruptly. Sheri pulled his face to hers and kissed him slowly and affectionately before letting him leave her and go on to the heavy, overaged blonde who lay beside her. She felt the presence of the next occupant for her pussy as she still watched the last man drive his cock into the ripe body of the woman who resembled her old teacher.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried out automatically. Damn! This guy had a cock the size of a telephone pole. At least it felt that big as it rammed into her cunt. Even as lubricated as her cunt was from the series of fucks, she felt stretched by this enormous pecker. She looked up into the distressed eyes of the boy who was lunging it so tightly through her hole.
"I hope I don't hurt you," he apologized.
She saw the tenderness of his gaze and drew his face to hers. She opened her lips for his tongue as they kissed and sucked on the roving organ as it moved through her mouth. Her pussy accepted the mammoth presence inside it and began to pulse along the length of the throbbing prick. She could feel the way her tight cunt held the skin and let the shaft strip itself down to its raw meat as it lunged through her. Sheri sucked more determinedly at the tongue and thrust her tits into his hands as they roved adoringly over the lusciously swollen mounds. She hoped the strains of "Night Train" would pour through the room now. She wanted to feel this enormous piece of meat when it unloaded. What a hell of a cannon to go off inside a girl! She was panting again, her body twisting and writhing beneath the boy as she imagined the fantastic thrill of receiving his jizz. Shit! This kid ought to be able to fill a quart jar with cum, as huge as that prick was.
She heard the fat woman giggle beside her. Her man must be really diddling in her juicy cunt. She was shaking the bed worse than the three men who were fucking away on it. She bounced happily, her laughter rippling through the room. Sheri held the boy with the magnificent pecker and rolled back and forth, delirious with the matchless sensation of being completely filled with male meat.
Damn! Damn! Damn! She had hoped, when the song ended, to hear the heavy beat of -the longed-for "Night Train". Instead these was another rock tune. She looked up at the boy with tears in her eyes.
"Don't worry," he promised. "I'll find you later tonight. I want to finish fucking that sweet pussy. Just don't you leave here before I find you again."
She nodded her agreement, then let him kiss her good-bye and climb over to the big blonde. She heard the happy gasp of the older woman as the boy rammed his big prick into her cunt. The bed shuddered as her ample body began fucking furiously.
"Looks like I do get to put it to the prettiest girl in town," the next in the circle of men commented happily. He eased his cock into Sheri's pussy and cupped a tit in his trembling hand. "I was afraid I'd never find you. I just knew that we'd all shoot off long before I ever got to you."
"Now that you're here," Sheri answered, "show me what I was waiting for."
She shouldn't have said it that way. That was unkind. No need to blame this guy because she didn't get to feel the explosion of the big cock that had just left her. He sure didn't have anything to do with any of it. She decided to apologize. She wouldn't apologize with words. Her body could speak much more effectively. The young blonde drew him against her as she thrust her tits lasciviously towards his lips. She rubbed them over his face as he sucked and tongued the nipples. She wagged her ass about to taunt and tease his anxious pecker.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Ooohhh yes! You kept me waiting, but now I've got you. I've got your cock captured in me now. Mmmmmm! Ride me, baby! Fuck me with that cock."
She knew she'd repaired any damage to his ego. He caressed her with total adoration. He fucked her with intense concentration. His eyes were dosed tightly as he let the waves of delight sweep through him. The sight of his delirious enjoyment of her body brought the blonde into fuller participation in the screw. She wasn't just apologizing now. She was rolling into the frenzied fuck as happily as he. She felt the deep drives of cock through her pussy as she trembled and shuddered over the warm length of meat. She felt him sucking her being itself out of those tits he seemed so lost over. The blonde held his head in her hands and rubbed her tits even more sensuously against his face. He had her nipples glowing, sparks running from them all through her tits and chest. Her pussy shuddered with wild spasms as his cock pumped her luxuriously. He drew back enough for the head to touch her clit between each long thrust.
"Ooohhh!" she panted. "You've got me all fired up. Damn! How'm I supposed to last till the right song if you keep fucking like this?"
It wasn't him, of course. She was the reason for her frantic, uncontrolled state. In her, attempts to make up for her bitchy comment, she'd gone too far. She'd let herself get trapped in an over response. Now she was shuddering and throbbing as her passion surged toward orgasm.
"Easy, baby," his voice soothed. He left her tits and came farther up over her. His lips kissed along her neck and ear. "I'd like to take you. I'd like to give it to you right now, but we have to keep with the rules."
Sheri suddenly wanted to laugh. That was hysterical. What rules? Was an orgy like this the part of any set of rules? They sure hadn't had any rules out on Bourbon Street! Shit! There'd been no rules from the moment she and Marianne had walked into this party so long ago. Now, all of a sudden, there were rules. Rules, hell! She began to laugh. The blonde shook with wild laughter at the insanity of it all.
She was still laughing as the beat of the music suddenly changed. "Night Train" came pouring through the room. Sheri heard the delighted gasps of the party as everyone realized that now they could let go. She laughed even louder. Now, for some absolutely absurd reason, it was acceptable to have orgasm. Until now, it would have been a breach of ... of what? Of good manners? Of propriety? Of what? What the hell! It was an academic question now! The sounds of mounting passion filled the apartment. The boy on top of her was fucking frantically. His body throbbed with the realization that he could lay his load into the pussy of this gorgeous young blonde. Every other man at the party had hoped to be with Sheri when the time came. He alone had been the lucky one. His meat shuddered inside her, inflamed to heightened lust by the way her cunt was clinging to it.
"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned in delicious agony. "Uhhhhhh! It's getting to me, baby! It's got my dick so hot I can't hold it! Ohhhhhhh! What a sweet cunt!"
Sheri felt the passion mount in the cock. She forced her thoughts away from the amusing rules, away from the sound of the other fucks. She reminded herself that the boy was ready to accept the closeness or orgasm she had admitted. This was no time to pick daisies. This was the moment for fucking. She lay back a moment, letting her own forces build to another crescendo. Then she went crazy beneath him. Her tits, her ass, her thighs, her pussy were all wildly gyrating instruments of pleasure. She rolled and tossed beneath him. She pulsed to the marvelous tempo of his pecker and let him bring her to the brink of her explosion.
"Ummmmmm!" she groaned. "Yesssss! Now, baby! Fuck me now! Let it flow! Let it fill me! 000000EEEEE! YESSSSSS!"
She felt that the semen was slashing against her chest, he let it go with such force. She shook as her pussy responded to the hot, squirting cum. She shivered in intense delight as her orgasm merged into that of the boy. They clutched each other tightly and rode the frantic climax as the sounds of moans and cries of ecstasy swirled about them.
"Oohh, that was good!" she panted as he emptied his cock. "Ummmmmm, you give a girl something to remember."
She looked at the happiness in the boy's eyes. She may have been rude when he first climbed on her. He didn't even remember that now. All the boy would" remember was the thrill of fucking the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He had fucked her and she had fucked right back at him. He had unloaded into her as she experienced the same blinding desire. His heart was pounding in fierce pride at his accomplishment. He smiled broadly at the lovely face beneath him. He looked down at those lovely tits and wanted to die. He was already in heaven. He might as well just go ahead and die. God! She was beautiful! She was infinitely more lovely as she lay panting from their fuck. Her body glowed all over. The exquisitely formed breasts heaved magnificently before him. He leaned down and kissed her. He kissed her lips, her neck, her tits, her nipples. He held her tightly and shook her gently to show her his adoration.
Sheri felt a satisfaction of her own. He wasn't the boy she would have selected for the evening. Nevertheless, she had given him a hell of a ride. His face showed it. He was devoted to her, completely and vibrantly. She caressed his face as he kissed her, then let him pull the cock from her pussy. They sat on the edge of the bed while his expression told her that he would do any favor she asked. She patted his thigh, then cuddled his cock for a moment. They watched the remaining couples complete their screws, then puffed on a joint as it was passed.
The blonde handed the joint to the next man, the boy with the enormous cock. She was glad to get rid of it. Maybe some people had better sex after smoking pot; Sheri did not. It made her retreat into herself. Tonight she wanted no retreat. She wanted to feel every sensation of the orgy that she knew was only getting warmed up. She felt enough psychedelic thrills from an orgasm. What the hell did she need with anything to increase her illusions? Let those who didn't really enjoy fucking use it. She didn't need it.
She did accept a drink, however. She sipped the booze-slowly, letting it relax her for the next round. She curled her legs beneath her and leaned against the boy's firm chest. Sheri smiled hazily. Some of the members of the party had begun to wander about the apartment. They smoked, drank, chatted. Tits and cocks bounced about in the soft lighting, giving a weird atmosphere to the entire thing. Sheri smiled softly as she considered her presence here. How many more times would she fuck tonight. She couldn't remember how many times she'd already felt a cock in her and Carnival Day hadn't even gotten here. Well, daylight of Carnival Day hadn't arrived. She assumed it was well past midnight. This was Mardi Gras! The thought sent a surge of emotion through her. She turned to the fat blonde beside her and patted an enormous tit.
"Happy Mardi Gras!" she laughed, then looked about, wondering what had happened to Marianne. She tried to remember the last time she had seen the lusty brunette. Surely her friend would not have missed this last fantastic game. Sheri felt a sudden concern.
"Marianne!" she called out. Everybody looked around in surprise. "Where's Marianne?" she asked them.
"The stacked brunette?" one of the boys asked. "Shit, I think that's her in the living room, still fucking. She's got one dick up her cunt and another in her mouth and she'd giving them both a hell of a ride."
The crowd all laughed at his report and several of them stepped to the doorway to look out. Sheri felt an urge to join them but decided to remain where she was. If another round started, she didn't want to give up her position on the soft bed. It sure beat hanging around a man while he did it in the street or taking it from the rear while she leaned over a chair. No, she'd stay here on the bed to entertain her callers properly. After all, this was the South.
"They've finished!" another boy called back to Sheri. "Your friend wore them both out. Damn, if she's not one hell of a piece of ass! Anyway, Kit wants everybody back in there. We're going to start a chain."
"A what?" the blonde asked the heavier woman beside her.
"A chain," the woman answered as though everyone should know about them. "We all get in a circle and suck."
"Yeah," the boy with the huge prick added, "but Kit usually has a hell of an ending to put on them. Come on, beautiful. You don't want to be left out of this, any more than I want you left out of it."
Sheri wanted to lie back and rest. She looked at the pleading eyes. Her gaze dropped to the magnificent cock that dangled beneath the lad. She smiled slowly and dragged herself from the bed, then followed him, beginning to feel the excitement that ran through the others.
Chapter Eight
"You plan to sleep all day?"
Sheri looked up into the face of Marianne. The chesty brunette stood beside the bed, laughing at the confusion on the blonde's face. Slowly Sheri began to collect her senses. She reached over beside her on the bed and felt around the indentation in the sheets.
"He's gone," Marianne told her. "We thought we'd wake you as wildly as we went at our fuck. You slept through it all, though. I do want to thank you, baby. That's the best-hung man I ever got in my bed. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Now, you want some coffee and doughnuts?" She indicated the sacks sitting on the dresser.
"Beignets," Sheri corrected her. "They don't call them doughnuts down here."
"They do these," Marianne answered. "These are the kind with holes in. them, the kind like we're used to. The coffee, however, is straight, strong New Orleans. After last night you probably need it."
Everything slowly began to come back to the sleepy blonde. The party! Yes, the party! She had gone into the living room to find the girls being seated in a circle about the room. Kit directed them, placing the girls alternately on their backs or kneeling over a reclining girl. Shed found herself kneeling between the legs of the slender teen-ager. Behind her lay the over-ripe blonde who had been beside her in the bedroom. The redhead gave them the signal to begin sucking. Sheri let the big blonde slip her face under her pussy while she plunged her own face towards the soft cunt of the teen-ager.
"Okay, you hot broads," Kit called to them. "Remember, this is just to get the boys all horny again. Suck your little pussies until you get the juices flowing like crazy. Then we'll send the men into the bedroom. When. I turn the lights out, they'll all come back in, grabbing for any cunt they can find. Whoever they catch, they fuck. Everybody understand?"
"Just how long we going to have to wait?" one of the men asked in. a voice already husky with passion. He looked about at the soft circle of female flesh and held his cock as though unable to watt very long.
"Oh, hold it!" Kit laughed. "You just finished one fuck. You can wait another fifteen or twenty minutes before the next one."
"Not if you keep all that beautiful pussy laying around there in front of us," another one of the men answered. "Come on! Get those cunts to sucking Otherwise, we'll be waiting here all night while you jaw about it."
"You heard him, girls," Kit called to the circle. "The boys are impatient. Let's give them a show. Before we're through with each other, we want to have every cock in here up and hard from just watching us."
The slender redhead dropped into the circle. Shed noticed that the hostess was leaning her mouth towards Marianne's pussy. The blonde remembered the action of the woman earlier in the day. Her brunette friend had a good suck waiting for her.
The circle of women joined into the game with fervor. All around her, Shed could hear the soft, voluptuous sounds of pussy being licked and sucked. She felt the sudden thrill run through her own as the old broad wrapped her arms about the ass and pulled her pussy down over wide, waiting lips. The big blonde sucked with a long, deep draw on Shed. The young blonde shuddered in delight, then felt a broad tongue slap about her pussy. The girl found the little pussy of the teen-ager and began sucking that girl just as fervently as the older woman was going after her cunt. They rolled from side to side as they sucked and licked. Shed would have thought her juices would be used up by now. To her surprise she seemed just as able to lubricate herself as ever. She could feel the oily liquid seeping from her cunt-walls and pouring into the waiting mouth. She tasted the remnants of cum in the teen-ager's pussy, mixed with the lighter oils her cunt was secreting now.
"Look at them go!" Roy's voice sounded from above them. "Ohhhh, look at all that ass! Look at all those tits! Man, oh, man! You ever see so much luscious pussy in your whole life?"
The other men joined in urging the girls on. Their encouragement drove Shed into a frenzy. She rubbed her hands over the tight little tits on the teen-ager. The nipples hardened under her touch. The little mounds seemed to swell into her hand as the girl arched her back and thrust them proudly into the adoring caresses. Her legs wrapped around Shed's head and held her face prisoned against the cunt while they rolled about the floor.
The big woman had found the ripe tits of the blonde and was cuddling them madly. Her mouth sucked harder, with greater frenzy on the steaming pussy. The little blonde squirmed herself more tightly over the woman and rubbed her cunt roughly against the blonde's face. She shook that wide face as her pussy came alive from the deep sucking and blowing Shed was trembling madly as she heard female groans and gasps from all about the room.
"God damn!" Steven's voice called out. "Let us at them, Kit! We can only take so much. We've got out cocks all primed and ready to go after all that sweet meat. Come on! Don't leave us out of this game."
Sheri heard the commotion as the red-haired woman ushered the men out. She waited expectantly as the woman sucked her frantically, trying to drain the last bit from her before the men came charging in.
"All right, girls," Kit laughed. "Here come the studs! Get your pussies ready!"
The lights went out with a sharp click of the switch. Shed rolled free from the two she'd been between. She sensed some of the men had checked out her position in the room and would be charging for that area. It would be more fun if she was somewhere else when they got there. The blonde crawled rapidly across the floor, getting tangled with several of the girls who had the same idea. There was a confused mass of arms, legs, tits and cunts in the middle of the room as they fell in a huge chaotic mass.
Before they could extricate themselves, the men came roaring into their midst Heavy male bodies stumbled over the girl around Shed. Other men fell over them until there was a writhing, laughing crowd sprawled about the middle of the floor. Everyone was frying to determine the sex of everyone else.
"Get that cock out of my ass!" one of the men cried out. "Don't you even know what pussy feels like?"
"If that's a girl who's got hold of my cock, lead me on!" another male voice called out happily. Shed's leg was caught in two strong hands. "This has to be a girl!" the captor called out "As soft as these legs are, it's sure to be a piece of pussy."
She was pulled roughly across the floor, fighting to get free of the tumble of bodies before he dislocated something.
"Hey! Take it easy!" she gasped. "You've caught me. Don't pull me in two before you get to fuck me."
He laughed and felt along her legs and thighs until he reached her ass. She was scooped up in his arms and carried through the moving, groping melee of bodies. He finally set her down on a stack of pillows by the wall. At least, Shed believed it to be the wall as she reached out and touched it. Her captor covered her with groping, grasping hands as he began to kiss wildly all over her tits. He sucked each nipple with maddening fervor as she felt his body until she got her hands on his cock. She caught the pecker in her hand and pumped it happily before leading it towards her already excited pussy.
"You!" she panted as she felt the way he used the cock inside her. "The man who knows how to wiggle his cock!" She had suspected it when she touched the prick. Now, as he played his pecker about in her pussy, she was sure of it. He laughed in a low voice over her, his body still bent to let him devour her tits. Sheri shuddered at his touch. Her pussy vibrated with a thousand spasms of delicious ecstasy as he fucked her in that taunting, teasing way.
"Minmmmm!" she gasped. "Yesssss! It has to be you! It has to be the man who knows how to use his cock so delicately."
"You mean the man who wiggles it?" he laughed again.
He tongued each tit into flames. He straightened his body and kissed her on the lips. He held her mouth a firm captive and sucked her breath from her. His tongue claimed her mouth as his personal territory while his cock drove her cunt into sparkling passion. The light, taunting movement of his cock had her glowing and oozing her liquids all over him. The blonde lay back in rapture, feeling her body burn with the wild surge of her passion. She was shaking frantically. She could scarcely breathe for the frenzied twistings of her body in the throes of its roaring desire. She fought her mouth free of his kiss for a moment.
"Now!" She cried out. "Let it flow! Oh, fuck me now! Let it come! Ooohhh, please! Please! I'm going crazy for it!"
He caught her mouth again beneath his lips. This time he blew and sucked alternately into her mouth until she was in a cloud of swirling, screaming madness. Her body soared into hysterical tremors. The room was spinning about her. In the darkness, there were still a million tiny, sparkling lights. She felt his cum burst from the head of his cock and splatter into her cunt. Sheri's own orgasm came pounding through her at the first touch of the hot jizz. They rolled on the pillows, bumping against the wall, rolling against other bodies. They hunched and bit and sucked and screwed in a magnificent frenzy of lust.
"Mmmmmm!" she kept moaning as her body erupted in sensuous delight. "Mmmmmm!"
She might have said more except she had no desire to break free of the impassioned kiss. She held him adoringly while he emptied his cock into her cunt. She held him, their mouths still locked in a kiss, as he gradually subsided and lay limp on her. She caressed his shoulders and neck. She petted his firm ass. She slipped a hand beneath his ass and gently fingered his balls. He was good. He was magnificent. She was still shaking when he finally rolled off her. They lay against each other, slowly caressing while they waited for the light to come back on.
"You're good, you know," she told him.
"I know," he answered. "Beautiful women are my business. I told you that."
"How?" she asked. "What sort of business are you in?"
"I'm a pimp," he laughed. Sheri gasped. Her body suddenly turned cold. Sheri jerked back from him as though he had leprosy. He laughed louder and pulled her back.
"That's a joke," he assured her. "Maybe some of my girls do put out, but it's on their own time. I have a model agency. I provide the girls for convention displays and things like that. You know all those pretty girls you see at automobile or boat shows? That's what I do. They work for me."
Sheri felt embarrassed. She cuddled sheepishly against him while he cuddled her tits and ass affectionately. "I can always find a job for a girl as pretty as you," he told her. "Anytime you need a job, come on down and let me know."
This morning, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking up helplessly into the laughing face of Marianne, the little blonde remembered. She began laughing. She had a job as a model if she wanted it. She had a job, but she didn't know where or with whom. She hadn't bothered to get the man's name.
Sheri stepped to the dresser and took her coffee and a doughnut. She steadied herself on the edge of the dresser and sipped the steaming liquid. The doughnut was devoured quickly, then another. Now she felt better, much better. She turned back to her friend, looking around for her watch.
"What time is it?" she asked. "Have we missed the parades? How long did I sleep?"
"Hey, one question at a time, baby!" Marianne laughed as she turned and lay back across her bed. She propped herself on a pillow and watched the slender blonde finish a third doughnut. "Keep that sort of eating up and you'll be as full-bodied as old Marianne. First, it's ten o'clock. Second, yes we've missed some of the parades but not all of them. Third, we got in about four. You and the stud tucked for thirty, maybe forty-five minutes. That makes about five hours sleep for you. Now, what other questions you want answered. In case you forgot, the kid was hung like a horse and gave you one hell of a ride."
Sheri turned around and looked at the amused face of the big girl. Yes, she remembered. She remembered the luck he gave her. Her pussy could still feel the power of that enormous cock. She wasn't sure if she had invited him to come as they left the party. He was with them, though, as they, walked along Chartres, going back to their hotel. She remembered how relieved she was to have a man with them, especially at that time of the morning. He had come up the elevator with the two girls and walked in as soon as she opened the door.
He joined her in the shower. His great prick stood upright as the water sprayed them. Sheri could not keep her eyes off the magnificent tool. Damn! It came up higher than his navel, well higher. She had a fleeting temptation to try to find a ruler and measure the damn thing. It was as thick through as anything she'd ever laid eyes on, too. It was one marvelous piece of meat. Sheri grasped it as they showered and pumped it with both hands. Its huge throbs sent chills of expectation running through her body. She leaned over and took the great head in her mouth, sucking lightly as it lunged up and blocked her throat. She had to lift her head quickly in self-preservation.
"Careful," he warned her. "That's a lot of pecker for such a little girl. I sure don't want to choke you on it before I even get my tuck."
"I'm with you on that," she laughed.
She continued to suck it, though. She was just a bit more careful. The immense size of his cock fascinated her. Shit! This boy could make a hell of a living in porno movies. At least the blonde assumed he could. She knew he could in the ones that were made for women's eyes. She had never seen anything to match him.
Sheri had him shaking with lust by the time she turned the water off. She stepped out of the shower and held the towel for him to dry her off. She stood trembling as he moved the towel over her with sensuous strokes. He dried her neck and shoulders, then went over her back. The towel came around and over her tits. Now be was panting as he dried them slowly and lovingly. His hands moved as though he were afraid of damaging her boobs.
"They won't break," she laughed. "Go ahead, rub them harder. I promise you they won't break." He looked up at her sheepishly and caught them in the towel. He rotated them in small, tight circles until she felt them swell with anticipation. The nap of the towel sent tingles through her nipples as the buttons hardened. He smiled at her, his breath coming rapidly from his excitement, and dropped the towel down to her hips. He massaged her hips into glowing ecstasy, then ran the cloth over her thighs. He came upwards and dried her pussy as though it were the finest porcelain. She was trembling as he finished her legs and handed her the towel so she could use it on him.
"No," he told her, as she started to replace the moist towel with a fresh one. "I want the one that has you all over it. I want the moisture from your luscious body rubbed all over me. I want our water to mingle like we're going to be merged in a few minutes.
Sheri stood a moment and looked into his eyes. She leaned against him and kissed him while her tits rubbed against his chest and the mammoth cock pressed into her abdomen. She dried his hair with brisk strokes, then slowed to long, sensuous movements as she dragged the towel across his shoulders and chest. She dried his back and ass, letting her hands tease between his thighs so that. they brushed suggestively against his balls. She watched the way the boy trembled from her play and responded with even more delicious taunting movements. She stepped behind him and let her tits melt into his arm as she reached around him and worked along his thighs. She continued to come up and barely brush his cock, then drop back down his legs. She knelt down and finished his legs, then came slowly and teasingly back upward until finally she reached that fantastic length of cock. She played about it until she could hear his gasps, then grabbed it beneath the towel and pumped frantically.
"Ohhhhhh!" he panted. "Ohhhhh, don't do that! Damn! Lady, you do that and I'm going to pour it into the towel instead of you!"
Sheri stood up and tossed the towel aside. "Then get with it, man!" she demanded. "If you can think of a better place to put it, then get cracking."
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. The fact that Marianne was casually lounging against her pillows, eating a candy bar, didn't concern them at all. The magnificent stud and the luscious blonde were interested only in each other and in the tuck they had been promising all night. He laid her on the bed and climbed over her. His knees came between her legs as he began nibbling along her shoulders, then slowly down her chest. He changed from teeth to lips as he came to her lunging tits. His lips kissed softly and teasingly around each jug, then sucked at each nipple until it was shaking with readiness. His hand was at her crotch, shoving his finger up her pussy in slow, sensuous strokes. Sheri's clit vibrated wildly at the stimulation. Her pussy was flooding down her thighs as she throbbed with desire for him to get his wonderful prick into her cunt.
"I want it!" she pleaded. "I want it to stretch me wide. I want it to pin me down and tuck the hell out of me. Please, get it in there. I want more than a skinny finger. I want that great, wide prick!"
She cried out in anguish and ecstasy as he brought the massive head against her slit and lunged it into the mouth of her cunt. He lodged the head into her hole, then shoved roughly to bury the heavy shaft in the soft, golden hairs of her pussy. Sheri looked down at the exciting view. It did look like a phone pole. It looked even more like one as she saw it buried in her. She felt the immense size, felt her cunt stretched once more by that fabulous cock. He began to pump slowly. She gasped with the delirious thrill. She writhed in the fantastic agony of his cock-size. She throbbed and trembled with the force of his fuck. Her body lay yielding and submissive to his driving passion. The blonde could hardly respond to him. She was too paralyzed with rapture to fuck back. She could only lie panting beneath him as he tucked them both toward oblivion. She was a shuddering mass of erotic sensation as he plowed her thoroughly.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhh, you're killing me. Keep killing me, baby. I want to die with that marvelous cock in me. Ohhhhhh!"
"Maybe I ought to take it easy," he gasped. "Maybe I ought to go easy on you. Damn it, I can't. You're too beautiful. My cock's been dreaming of getting this pussy all night. If Steven hadn't gotten you first, I'd have had you early at the party. I was about to come over for you when he started feeling you up. I stood there and went crazy, I was so horny for you. Ohhhhh, what a sweet little pussy! I just hope I don't tear it."
He didn't act like he was that worried. The cock drove with increasing fury at her. The blonde lay back in shuddering splendor as he fucked himself toward his climax. Sheri had been flooding her cum for some time. Actually, she was going through her second orgasm, only they sort of ran together. She lay back, the room swirling about her, his massive cock the only reality to her as it rammed harder and harder into her cunt. She heard him gasp as the hot cum began to flow into her hole. She felt him shake with terrible passion and unload into her cunt.
She looked at Marianne now, a question in her eyes. The big brunette nodded and smiled. "Yes," she said. "You were asleep by the time he finished. Poor boy was frightened for a moment. He was afraid he'd killed you with his fuck. I made him listen to your breathing. That convinced him. He must have been almost as fired as you. As soon as he was sure you were okay, he dropped beside you and flaked out just as completely."
"I thought I'd never get him awake this morning," she continued. "I finally had to sit there and pump his cock until it was ready to fuck whether he woke up or not. I finally, got him awake enough to get in the bed with me. Honey, you sure found us one hell of a stud. I'm still glowing from him. That's more cock than I've ever taken in me, and I've taken an awful lot of prick in my time."
Sheri smiled, remembering the sensation of the great cock in her cunt. She rubbed her pussy a moment, then laughed at the brunette. She slipped to the bath for a quick refreshing shower. That might help, she thought. That might help her wake up. She was still trembling as she remembered all the cock she had taken in the last twenty-four hours.
Brent Richards came to her mind. He'd never believe it. Poor guy, only wanted one little piece of pussy. She'd refused him, yet here she was handing it out all over New Orleans. She stepped from the shower and toweled. Somehow, she felt no guilt at all. Strange, the blonde thought. She felt no guilt at how she was treating the man who wanted to marry her.
Chapter Nine
"Ooohhh, what sweet tits," the brunette murmured as she sucked Sheri's jugs slowly and deeply. "I was almost afraid to suggest this. Did you know that? I've wanted to suck you from the first day we met. To be honest, that's why I asked you to come down to Mardi Gras with me."
The blonde lay alongside the larger girl. Her hands were filled with Marianne's mammoth knockers. She licked at a nipple, then slipped it in her mouth and sucked back. She was not sure exactly how they had ended up in bed together. It had just seemed to happen. She'd been standing beside the chesty brunette as they both searched the closet, trying to decide what to wear out into the streets on Carnival Day.
"We could stay in here and suck pussy," Marianne laughed.
Sheri couldn't remember who made the first move. It just seemed like an excellent idea to them both at the time. Before either of them were quite aware of it they were in bed together, equally naked, and going after each other's tits with wild excitement.
"Mmmmm," Sheri sighed, fondling one enormous tit with both hands and letting her tongue coat it with her saliva. "Oh, they're so huge, so magnificent. No wonder the men all chase you. Any man who can get this healthy a woman satisfied has proved himself."
"That's my problem," the brunette complained. "I get the men who have to prove something. They're the ones who go after big tits, you know. I read it somewhere. That's what some psychiatrist said."
"What about those who want little tits?" the blonde asked, still caressing Marianne's tits in awe and pulling them forward to show the dramatic cleavage on the brunette. "Don't they want to prove anything?"
"Not in the same way," Marianne answered. "Not that you can claim to be one of them. Your tits are huge, compared to most women. More than that, yours are so firm. Damn, they stand straight up even when you lay down. Mine spread all over when I'm on my back. At least they do until somebody gets them all excited. Then they're as fine as they look in a bra."
"Too much talking, it seems to me," Sheri commented. "Let's cut so much idle conversation and get at the cunt-suck."
"No complaints from me on that," Marianne assured her.
The brunette went after her tits with renewed vigor. She caressed and cuddled them. She sucked and tongued them. She worked Sheri into a sensuous frenzy. The blonde buried her face between the mammoth tits in front of her. She pulled them against her cheeks and blew into the crevice, feeling the excited shudder that brought from the big girl. They rolled slowly back and forth as they sucked and caressed.
"Mmmmm," Marianne moaned again and slipped her face farther down Sheri's body. "Now to get a taste of that sweet pussy."
She kissed down the blonde's tummy. She paused with the growing desire her friend was drawing from her. She let her lips follow the brunette's lead, sucking firmly on Marianne's navel, then easing down into the lush black hairs over the girl's cunt. The strong smell of woman filled her nostrils as it came wrapped in the softer odor of cologne. Sheri inhaled deeply as her lips brushed though the cunt hair. Her hands stroked along her friend's thighs, massaging the satin skin until Marianne was shaking and writhing beside her.
"Ohhhhhh!" the big girl gasped. "Ohhhhh, baby! You're driving me crazy! Honestly, you are the softest, sweetest little fluff of female I've ever seen. Damn! I get horny just looking at you. Give me this exquisite body Of yours against me and I go crazy. Mmmmmmm! Keep that up! Get on over my big, happy cunt. Suck it, baby. Suck me till I go mad!"
Both mouths went over cunts. The girls fastened their mouths lightly against each crotch and sucked and exhaled into the panting cunts. Sheri blew and sucked rapidly, excited by the intensity of Marianne's response. Her friend wrapped her thighs about the blonde's head and rolled her on the bed. They trembled against each other, sucking more and more luxuriously as they tossed. The blonde felt the muscles pulsing in her friend's thighs, felt the shuddering spasms of the big girl's pussy, felt her own rapid response to the brunette's passionate tongue.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned. Sheri continued to follow the lead of the larger girl. She shuddered in delight at the touch of a finger along the crease between her buttocks. She jumped with quick ecstasy as Marianne fingered over her- bung. She gasped as the finger pressed into her tender shitter and slithered along the passage Of her ass. She sent her own trembling finger into the velvet asshole of the brunette and pumped as sensuously as her asshole was being massaged from within. They gasped and writhed in delight, pussy and ass equally alive with fiery delight.
"Uhhhhh!" Marianne's moaning sounded from between her legs. "Uhhhhhh!" The larger girl was shaking madly. They clung together, letting the surging passion sweep through them, delirious with the mounting ecstasy. They finger-fucked each other's asses into shimmering pleasure. They sucked each other's pussies into quivering insanity. The girls rolled and wrestled about the bed, their senses swirling in a blaze of flashing, blinding light. They gasped in relief as each felt orgasm pound to its culmination; then finally they lay relaxed and warm in each other's embrace.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Marianne smiled. "You're as good as I expected. No wonder all the men chase around after that pussy of yours. Ohhhh, will I ever remember this!"
"You big, lusty wench!" the blonde laughed. "You could turn on a manikin, the way you suck a cunt. Minimum, I'm still glowing all over."
The girls lay in the bed and petted for another ten minutes. Finally they decided it was time to get out into the street if they planned to see any of the remaining festivities of the day. Reluctantly they dressed and took the elevator down to the lobby. The streets were swarming with even larger crowds than the day before. Sheri gasped in surprise at the appearance of the people. Most of them were costumed, the outfits ranging from glorious to ridiculous.
The girl laughed at a middle-aged man approaching them. The guy was clad in a woman's shorty gown, complete with bikini panties. His chest was wearing a huge bra that he had apparently stuffed with Kleenex. He walked up directly in front of Sheri and looked at her tits as they thrust provocatively against the light sweater.
"I'll let you feel mine," he laughed, "if you let me feel yours."
Before the girl could answer, he reached out and grabbed one of her tits in each hand. He felt them up thoroughly, a pleased smile Stuck on his lips. Sheri stepped back in surprise, then joined in his good-natured fun. She arched her back and thrust her tits against his caresses while reaching out and playfully squeezing the tissue-stuffed bra. She impulsively leaned up and kissed him, then walked quickly past him. Marianne laughed over at her and winked. The brunette showed her approval of the change in the blonde during these few days. Sheri had gotten into the swing of Mardi Gras. She was as free-wheeling as anyone along the streets.
The girls walked towards Canal Street behind two men in nun's habits. The pair had cut the skirts short-very short. They were short enough to show that only jock straps were being worn beneath. Sheri laughed at the incongruity of the high-necked habits, and the hairy display of leg. Bare, white ass showed in flashes with each step. The girl followed them to the parade, saw the final few floats of Rex, then made their way back through the throngs.
Their tits were sore from the constant caresses by the time they finally reached Roy and Kit's apartment. The spirit of the day was unbelievable. Everyone was playing the let-yourself-go scene. Anyone that was attracted to a girl's tits seemed to think it perfectly acceptable to show his appreciation by walking up and grabbing hold. A few even grabbed the crotch of the blonde. Just as many kept feeling over her ass. Sheri decided that perhaps the tight slacks had been a mistake. What the hell, she reminded herself. It was Carnival!
The apartment was in utter chaos. The door was open to the street so that anyone, known or unknown, could walk in and have a drink. Sheri spotted Kit in the back of the crowded room and made her way through the hands that kept grabbing tit and ass. The redhead hugged her and kissed her as she pulled them back into the bedroom and dosed the door. She shuddered in relief as she turned to the girls.
"Whew!" she panted. "I'm glad you girls came by. It gives me a chance to get out of that mob for a few minutes. Hey! Why aren't you in costume?"
"We didn't bring anything," Marianne answered. "Think you could help us out?"
"No problem," the redhead answered. Kit walked to a closet and began pulling out hangers with all sorts of strange outfits on them. "These, I've accumulated over the years," she told them.
She tossed a pair of black stage-hose at Sheri, then black bikini panties of glistening satin. Next came a skimpy black bra. "Get those on," she told the girl. "I'll find you a head-dress to go with it. Oh, and try these boots." The glittering boots were followed by a sheathed sword. "You might hang this around those hips," Kit laughed. "At least you'd look like you had some protection."
Sheri hesitated. This outfit in the streets would be an open invitation to rape, wouldn't it? Damn! Display her body in this set of bra and panties and she'd have to be ready for more than the constant feel-ups that had been going on already. She looked up at the red-haired woman with her resistance written on her face.
"Oh, don't be so stuffy!" Kit laughed. "Just don't get out of this block. That way we came come defend you if you need help."
"Come on!" Marianne urged. "I dare you!"
Her eyes sparkled at Sheri. The blonde shrugged and walked to the dresser. She slowly slipped out of her sweater and slacks. Bra and panties followed. She turned around to see what Marianne might have had selected for her voluptuous body. No way they could let the brunette try to get all of her tits into any outfit as skimpy as the one supplied Sheri, no one that had been designed to tit the slender redhead. The blonde gasped as she saw a man's face peering around the door and watching her. She realized that even turning back away wouldn't help. The mirror was just behind her. That's what the bastard had been doing! He'd been looking at her tits and pussy in the mirror as she undressed!
"What the hell you looking for, buddy?" she snarled.
Kit looked up and saw him. The red-haired woman stepped to the door and slammed it, almost catching his head in it. She turned back to Sheri and smiled.
"That's the way it goes at Carnival," she laughed. "No privacy, even in your own bedroom."
Sheri didn't feel like taking it so lightly. Damn the man, anyway! Then she began to laugh at herself. Shit! Last night she was running around the apartment naked as a jaybird. Why complain because some man peeped in the bedroom today while she was dressing? For all she knew, he could be one of the men at the party last night. Hell, he may have fucked her during the round-robin. The young blonde felt ashamed of her sudden prudishness. She shrugged her shoulders at Kit and looked over at Marianne. Then she really began to laugh.
The brunette was wearing tight shorts that showed her ample ass magnificently. He; enormous top-side was partially covered with a peculiar sort of vest, the kind worn by priests. The narrow black material hung from a priest's collar and covered part of her jugs. The remainder of the great tits were lusciously visible around the sides. A Beretta was perched jauntily on Marianne's head. Sheri had to grab hold of the edge of the dresser as she laughed hysterically. The brunette was magnificently funny in that outfit.
"We thought it would be nice for the two of you to go as 'saint and sinner'," Kit told her. "As soon as you get dressed, I'll make your face up as Satan. The two of you ought to attract plenty of attention. Perhaps you'll even get your pictures on TV. You'll sure be the sexiest pair out there?'
"I thought the parades were almost over," Sheri commented as she began to pull the hose up her legs. "We've just come from Rex. Isn't this the last of the parades?"
"Last of the society part of Mardi Gras," Kit answered. "Now the people take over. The real Carnival is just ready to begin. They'll be selecting the 'Queen of Carnival' right down Dumaine at Bourbon in a while. The real 'Queen'. This one won't be some society girl from the blue noses. This one will be a bonafide queen, queer as they come. After that the 'People's Parade' will start right there on Chartres and wind through the Quarter. Carnival is only just beginning."
Sheri slipped the satin bikini on and stood in front of the mirror while Kit fastened the skinny wisp of a bra about her. A cape of filmy black lace was attached to her neck and allowed to drape over her shoulders and down to her ass. The material was almost transparent, not concealing anything. It merely gave a dark, seductive film over her heaving tits. They hung the scabbard and sword over her hips, adjusting the silver chain so that it hung low and sensuous against her thigh.
"Your phallic symbol." Kit laughed, patting the sword. She had found a head-dress suitable for the blonde and set the dramatic collection of jet-black feathers on Sheri's head. "Now let's see the two of you together," she laughed as she turned the blonde around and made a few minor adjustments.
Marianne's eyes told Sheri what the brunette thought of the wild costume. They waited impatiently while Kit got her make-up kit and began working on the young girl's face. The redhead emphasized the sharp lines and blended over the softness. Sheri felt a shock as she turned back to view the woman's work in the mirror. She would hardly have recognized herself. She looked evil! She looked seductive, sexy, luscious and absolutely wicked! Her, body tingled at her appearance. She turned and let Kit usher the two of them through the living-room party. The redhead held them at the door for a moment as Roy joined them.
"You girls stay close by," he cautioned. "The way you look I want you for myself. Anyone give you too much trouble, scream out and we'll be out to help you."
The girls smiled their thanks and stepped out into the street. The gay community was preparing for its part of the festival. Richly robed men were walking along, their hair done up in unbelievable fashion. Jewelry glittered from the hair. Sequins sparkled on the elaborate robes. Some of their head-dress was well up to the second floor of the buildings as they marched slowly along the street. The two girls stood and gaped at the twisting young attendants for each of them.
"I can't believe it!" Sheri gasped. "I've never seen anything like this! They really are? I mean, they are actually all ..."
"Gay?" the brunette laughed. "Absolutely. You think anyone else would have the guts to wear such outfits?"
The gays weren't the only ones wearing dramatic costumes. The girls nudged each other and laughed at a well-endowed woman approaching them. She was wearing a very chic, almost tailored long gown. She had, however, cut two large holes in the front and had stuck her tits through them. The man accompanying her was wearing a white tie and tails. As the couple passed them, the girls doubled over in laughter. The man had cut the seat completely out of his pants. He wasn't even wearing shorts underneath. They roared with laughter at the way his sparkling white buttocks glistened through the great circles cut into the tails of the formal coat. They watched the other spectators watch the couple, watched the men eye the luscious tits while the couple were approaching them, watched the hysterical double-take as the man's bare ass flashed by.
Sheri and Marianne were carried down the street by the press of the crowd. The whole street seemed to be moving on down towards the intersection where a reviewing stand had been built to display the "Queen of Carnival" candidates. They struggled against the press of the mob, determined not to get far from the security of Roy and Kit.
Sheri suddenly gasped in shock. She looked again, then yet again. She couldn't be sure. It sure the hell looked like him, though. He wasn't a queer when she lived with him, but he sure looked like one now. Her musician, at least she thought it was her guitarist, was marching along in attendance to one of the Queen candidates. Sheri slipped along the street, struggling to get a clear glimpse of him. The nose was the same. It was the same profile she had seen so many mornings as she prepared to go to work while he slept deeply in the bed. She felt a shudder in her chest. No! It couldn't be! Still, she had to know! She needed, to know.
She slipped through the crowd, trying to overtake them. Marianne's voice called from behind her. She ignored it and plunged into the crowd. The head-dress of the Queen turned out Chartres Street. The blonde turned the corner and followed, struggling against the flow of the crowd. She finally made it abreast of the Queen and her (or his) attendants as they reached St. Philip and turned again. She slipped closer, close enough now to speak to him. She saw the boy turn towards her. She waited expectantly, waited to meet his eye. Then her throat caught a lump. As he looked at her face-on, she realized it wasn't him. Damn! He had looked so much like him. So much like him.
Sheri turned to return to Marianne. As she did, she felt a pressure against her side. She gasped and looked up, into the face of the tall hoodlum from last night. He smiled lewdly down at her. His friends were now on either side of her.
"Take it easy, baby," he said softly. "You go with us, or! use this knife on you. Understand?"
Chapter Ten
They shoved her down onto the sleeping bags along the wall of the vacant building. Sheri fell from the roughness with which they pushed. She looked up at them and saw the leering faces and intimidating stances.
"You get that stuff off, baby!" the leader grunted. "You take it off or I'll cut it off."
He brandished the long blade of his knife before her, grinning down at her.
"Damn, I think we really found us something here," he chortled to his men. "Ain't that one sweet piece of pussy laying there?"
"I've seen her before, Buck," the heavy-set tough answered. "I never forget a tit. We seen this cunt before."
"Yeah!" the scrawny member of the trio agreed. "She's the broad from the other night. See that hair. Skit! We can't tell about her face under all that gook she's got on. I remember that hair, though. She was with the cop. You remember?"
"You a cop's pussy?" Buck asked. "I ain't never fucked a cop's pussy. Always thought it'd be a hell of a joke, though. Skit! We'll leave that pig something to remember us by, huh?"
"We better leave town soon as we finish with her," the scrawny man suggested. "After we get through with her, I sure wouldn't want to have him catch us, not if he had a dozen of the Blue Army along with him. Remember what happened to that dude the other night down by the river? I bet he ain't come to yet from the way they went after him with those clubs."
"Yeah! We'll fuck her and leave town. It's all ending anyway. We'll fuck that pussy for the rest of the afternoon, then hit the road. Skit! They'll never catch us. They'll never know which way we went."
He looked back at the blonde as Sheri stared up in terror. She didn't like the smell of wine in the room. She didn't like the stale smell of beer on the breaths of the three men. The scent of pot hanging in the air gave an even more sickening aroma as it mingled with the scent of rats and bugs and filth. She felt like vomiting, vomiting at the men, vomiting at the room, vomiting at her own stupidity.
"I said get it off!" Buck growled.
He leaned down and ran the blade of his knife up beneath her bra. One quick motion of his hand and he had it cut free. The men licked their lips as her tits lunged out of confinement. Their mouths spread in filthy-toothed smiles. She hesitated, watching the flash of the knife, then began slipping the hose and bikini off her hips and legs.
"Hey! She knows how to obey!" Buck smiled victoriously at his henchmen. "You guys make sure she doesn't try anything funny. I'm going to get myself a sweet piece of tail."
He unbuckled and dropped his pants. Sheri shuddered at the appearance of his shorts. The bastard looked like he hadn't washed them in weeks. Dirty yellow stains showed across the crotch and fly. The shorts came down his legs, leaving his ugly pecker standing in the air. He held it affectionately in one hand, then dropped down to where she lay.
He came after her violently. His cock rammed immediately at her pussy. No foreplay eased the entrance. He pointed his prick against her cunt-lips and jammed it roughly into her hole. Sheri gasped at the discomfort. He lunged down her cunt passage, then began fucking her frantically as he clawed her tits. He leaned his unshaven face down against the soft skin and sand-papered her until she wanted to scream. His teeth bit into her viciously. He pulled at her tits with one hand as he sucked and bit them. His other hand grabbed her ass in a viselike grip and shook it madly. His cock drove into her cunt as if he wanted to see just how much pain he could inflict on her.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped. "Yeaaaahhlth! Give that damn cop something to remember! Hell yessss! Ohhhhhh! Gotta get this pussy full of me! Damn! What a sweet little tail! Uhhhhhh!"
Sheri felt even nearer nausea. His breath, his body, everything stunk. She was retching from the smells, sickened by the way he went after her. Ho wasn't even fucking her. His cock was up her cunt, but he was fucking a man he thought was a cop. There was no love, no desire in this screw. There wasn't even much lust. She was being raped by his anger. He was raping her because of the hatred inside him. He wanted to injure her beauty, not possess it. That was the most horrible thing of all. He wanted to hurt her.
Damn it, he was hurting her! Her tits felt like they were bleeding from the animal attack of his teeth. Her cunt was in pain from the ferocity of his fuck. He rammed into her with such force that he kept slamming her ass into the floor. Her thighs were getting sore from the way his body slammed against them. His breath was panting as he roared out his frenzied anger.
"Yeeeeaaahhhh!" he snarled in his muted roar. "Fuck this cop's pussy! Hope the hell I drop a seed in you! Ohhhhhh! Damn! What a fuck! Ahhhhhh!"
He slammed away at her for another three or four minutes, rolling her around on the sleeping bags which did little to soften the hardness of the boards beneath. The poor girl was bruised and battered by the time he lost control of his pecker and shot his hot, angry jizz into her.,
"Uhhhhh!" he grunted as he unloaded his cock. "Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!"
Sheri lay dazed, thinking how even in his orgasm he was like an animal. She wished there were some way to let her cunt spit the cum out. Its touch insider her was sickening. She shuddered at the thought of what disease it might carry. The possibility that it might get her pregnant didn't concern her. She still had her IUD in there. Thankfully it was in there. No way he could achieve what he really wanted, to plant a child of hate in her pussy. Still, she felt contaminated knowing he wanted to, knowing that all his boiling rage was lying inside her.
"All right, baby!" he panted as he pulled the cock from her cunt. "That's how a man fucks. I'll let my boys take their fun, then be back for more."
"Hey, Ron, you want to take her together?" the burly man asked his companion. Sheri looked over where they stood. Both began removing their pants. Their shorts were just as dirty, just as sickening Their pricks looked just as revolting as they fingered them before her. They leered hungrily at her body as they stepped towards her. The heavy boy dropped down beside her; he pulled her up and turned her onto her knees. "This time, baby, you get on top. I want a good suck out of you. You hear?"
He lay down on his back and pulled her over him. He shoved her down until her face was over his ugly cock as it trembled in anticipation.
"Let's make it the best cock-suck I ever got," he demanded. "Maybe we'll be easy on you if you give us some good times this afternoon. You know, you get in the act, too."
He pulled her head against his cock and forced it into her mouth. Sheri gagged a moment, fighting back the surging nausea. They'd kill her if she did. She had no doubt but that the knife would slice her into a thousand pieces. They wouldn't do it all at once, either. She had heard about animals like these. They'd cut her tits off for souvenirs. Then they'd work at her pussy, thighs, wherever they wanted. They wouldn't kill her until she had suffered horribly. She reminded herself of her danger and fought back the sickness. She took the filthy pecker into her mouth, trying to close her nose to the stench.
"That's a good girl!" he congratulated her. "Now suck it, baby. You suck my dick till I cum all in your mouth. Don't you spit it out, either. I want to see you swallow it. I want to see a high-class cunt swallow my common old cum."
His missing teeth made him seem even more threatening as he smiled at her. She went back after the raging cock, letting him hunch his ass upward to thrust it back against her throat.
"I'm supposed to be in on this, too," the scrawny kid mumbled.
He dropped behind her and got his knees between her thighs. His cock came up beneath her pussy, hot and anxious as it rammed against her cunt-lips. He reached beneath her and caught her tits in both hands. He squeezed them painfully and thrust the cock suddenly into her cunt, The blonde gasped at the second dry entry her pussy had endured. She tried to remember his name. Rod, or Don, or something, she thought the beefy one had called him. Ron! That was it. Ron! Ron was fucking her frantically from the rear. His hands pulled and tugged at her tits until she feared he'd break down all the tissues in them. Damn! They would hang to her waist by the time she had survived the afternoon. That, she reminded herself, would be the best thing that could happen. If sagging tits were the only injury she had for the experience, then she should be happy. She had to survive. She had to live to get even with these three monsters. The memory of her earlier rape as a teen-ager flashed through her mind. Those men had gotten free. She thought of the terror on the young girl's face last night. She imagined other frightened girls who might not have escaped these three. Yes! She had to survive, had to somehow get even with these men.
Her terror became a calculating hatred. Rage seethed inside her. She was trembling with the surging demand to get even. She sucked deeply at the man's cock as he writhed in delight beneath her. Hell yes, she'd give him a suck. If she could figure it out, it would be his last. She tongued the throbbing meat, then clamped her mouth tightly on it and alternated rapid sucks and blowing.
"Aaaiii�!" he gasped, his body twitching frantically. "Ohhhh, damn! I never had that! Ohhhhhh, God, you're wild, baby! Nobody ever turned me on like that. Aaaaiiii!"
Now that she had the man beneath responding to her, Sheri turned her attention to the scrawny boy who still pumped into her pussy and pulled at her tits like he thought she was a cow to be milked. She dropped her shoulders and pressed her tits into his hands, rolling them in sensuous circles. Her ass ran quivering along the shaft of his cock. She kept her entire body moving, swimming in the lustful embrace and giving him every opportunity to respond to her satin skin. She heard him gasp behind her, felt his cock lunge with renewed fervor. He was ecstatic as he fucked. The blonde realized he had never really had a girl respond to him. All he'd ever gotten his cock into was, either some whore or some girl they had intimidated or raped. This was his first experience of what fucking ought to be like. She gave him a full experience of swinging female ass as her pussy sucked at his cock just as frantically as she was sucking the prick in her mouth.
Sheri realized that she was responding sexually to all this. Her cunt was pouring out its lubricant. Her nipples were hard knots, her tits swelling luxuriously into his hands. She felt the quivering delight along her pussy as she rode his frenzied cock. Damn! Her anger had acted like sexual stimulation. She was panting, partly in response to the physical touch, but mostly in imagining her final revenge against these hoodlums.
She sucked the beefy man's cock in a series of hard, deep draws, then blew against it with equal vigor. She could not help smiling as he gasped and lunged beneath her.
"Ohhhhhh, my God!" he cried. "I'm not feeding it to her. She's sucking it right out of me. Damn! She's almost sucked my cum right out of me. Ooooohhhh, I can't take much more. I've got to get it into that luscious mouth of hers."
"You fill her mouth while I fill her pussy!" Ron croaked as he panted from behind her. "I never had such a fuck. Man! She fucks back as hard as I'm fucking her. Maybe even harder. Ooooohhhh! Wow! I'm ready to shoot off! Aaaaiiii! There it goes! Oh, fuck, there it goes! Aaaunn!
Sheri felt the hot juice gush up into her cunt. She shuddered from its force and sucked the cock in her mouth even more intensely. She reached down and fingered his balls to apply the final taunting necessary to make him shoot off. He leaped about the floor, forcing her to hold him down so she didn't lose the. cock as it rammed frantically. He stopped a moment, lying there in shuddering delirium, then began to empty his load into her. He grasped her head and held it so she couldn't get away from his cum-spurting cock.
"Swallow it!" he hissed. "You know what I said awhile ago! Swallow it, baby! Swallow my jizz like it was the best you ever ate! Ohhhh, God! What a sweet pussy! Damn! I could fuck you twice a day for ten years. Can't wait till I get in your pussy next time."
The blonde took the full force of both orgasms. She didn't have a climax herself, but she had something almost as good. She had the sensation of having taken over the fuck. She had been in final control. She was the custodian of when they would ejaculate, not them. A sense of power surged through her, a sense of satisfaction trembled inside her. Next time she met these three she would be in even greater control. She didn't know how as yet, but she was sure it would occur. It had to, it just had to. That was the way justice worked.
The pair finally collapsed from their exertions. Sheri felt the boy's cock slip from her pussy as he slid to the floor back of her. The burly man beneath her relaxed his grip on her head and allowed her to lift up off his cock. They lay dazed around her, smiles of soft satisfaction on their faces.
"Damn you!" the leader muttered, shoving the two aside and glaring at Sheri as she remained on her knees before him. "You good-for-nothing damned little bitch! You just lay there for me, yet you gave them good fucks. You think I'm going to let you get away with that?"
His breath was getting more rapid. His face began to flush in anger. Sheri felt a flutter of apprehension come back over her. This tall hoodlum was mean, meaner than the others. Now he was resentful of the way, she had given the other men good fucks. His nostrils flared as he stared angrily at her, almost unable to speak further in his rage. He paused, swallowed hard, then set his mouth in a tight smile.
"All right, baby," he snarled. "You think you're such hot stuff, we'll see how you can take a dick up your ass. You guys hold her if site gives any trouble," he told his companions. "I'm going to fuck her in the butt."
Chapter Eleven
Buck dropped behind her and grabbed her around the waist. One big hand planted itself across her tits, pressing them roughly into her chest. The other grabbed for her pussy. His finger plunged between her cunt-lips and pressed her clit. Sheri might have responded to him no more than she did before except that she had already been warmed up by her anger and by the previous fucking. She couldn't help the sudden trembling that ran through her pussy. She couldn't help the shortness of breath. She couldn't help the way her ass throbbed against him.
"You like that, do you?" Buck snarled. "We'll see how much you like it when I get this cock up your asshole. Yeah! We'll see if you purr so sweet then, baby"
He squeezed a nipple between his finger and thumb until it stung with pain. He jammed two more fingers along with the first into her pussy and stretched her hole viciously. Damn the bastard! He was intent on hurting hell He didn't want a fuck, not Buck. He wanted to inflict pain. Sheri knew that, had known it. There was no way she could charm him into a nice fuck. There was no way she could satisfy his lust short of being completely humiliated and left bleeding and aching. He was a bastard, a bastard of the lowest, cheapest order.
Still, there was a certain warmth in his attack on her body. The blonde wondered what sort of suicidal inclination he aroused inside her. She shouldn't be tingling so, yet she was. She was still panting, still glowing as he tried to work his entire fist into her pussy.
"You feel that, baby?" he muttered. "How you like the feel of that? Damn, I'd like to belt that pussy a few times. Just beat it to a bloody pulp so it wouldn't be so tantalizing to your cop boy friend. You think you'd like that? Say, baby? What's that old man of yours gonna say when you show him a bloody,, torn mess where his nice soft little pussy used to be?"
Sheri felt more than just anxiety now. She felt her terror back in full force. The son of a bitch just might do it. She tried to look over at the two companions to see if she might get any help from them. They sat against a wall calmly drinking beer and smiling lewdly as they watched the way Buck was manhandling her. Their cocks were still half-erect, lying across their thighs as they sat there. Sheri felt the sinking feeling inside her. There was no help, no one can protect her when this beast decided to work her over.
She began trying to taunt the monster. This time she was doing it out of desperation. She had to get his interest back in fucking her, even up the ass. She hoped fervently that he didn't have to hear her cry in pain or see her blood flowing to get his rocks off. The blonde wagged her ass against him, gritting her teeth against the pain in her pussy and across her tits. She held her breath and rubbed as sensuously as she could manage against him. She rolled her tits against the tormenting hand, gasping in pain at each movement.
"You want this cock, don't you?" he laughed gutturally. "Now you do want to get fucked. Maybe you remember how much I gave you before, bun? You want some more of that cock?"
"Yes," she hissed back. "Ooohhh, yes! Come on, big stud, fuck me! Show me you know how to use that cock. You so unsure of your pecker you have to use a fist instead? Come on! Fuck me, if you're man enough!"
It was a gamble. It was a hell of a gamble. She could easily enrage him to go ahead and beat her up. She might even be asking for her death, if she got him angry enough. She sensed, though, that he had taken her dare. He snorted angrily behind her and jammed his cock into the crack of her ass. He panted and snarled as he probed with the hot pecker, searching for the soft opening of her asshole.
"You damn, smart-ass bitch!" he muttered. "You won't be so smart when I finish with you. First, I'll fuck this ass till you can't walk. Then I'll take care of the rest of you. That cop bastard won't recognize his little blonde cunt next time he sees you."
He found her shitter. The big prick hammered against it until the tender flesh gave way. He stretched her bung open and lunged into her asshole. Sheri gasped from the searing pain. She dosed her eyes and tried to let herself faint. The pain was not quite enough to cause loss of consciousness, yet so strong that she could not shut it out. The fire flamed through her body as he tortured her tits, her pussy, her asshole. The cock thrust through her guts in its rage. She knew he must have torn her flesh. He kept getting rougher and rougher with her as his breath started to come in short heaving gasps.
"Ahhhhh!" he grunted. "Ahhhhh! You guys missed the best way to fuck! Ohhhhh, what a wild little ass! Uhhhhhh!"
He fucked with driving anger, the prick seeming like a great ramrod inside her bowels. Sheri prayed for unconsciousness. She prayed for something to happen to save her. He was ready to orgasm. She could feel the cock begin to shudder with lust. As soon as he unloaded that cock, he would be ready to start beating her up as his farewell to Roy. She began to cry as his lust rose. She sobbed as she felt the hot cum bursting from the cock and gushing into her ass.
She wagged her ass, trying to prolong the fuck as long as she could. This was it. This would be the last cum she would ever feel shooting into her body. She sensed that. The beast intended to kill her, or at least to mutilate her so she had no beauty left. Sheri let her tears flow. To have it all happen in a strange town, in a deserted warehouse, on a dirty floor, with these smelly men. She sobbed deeply, her body shuddering with her hopelessness.
Had she not been crying, had the three men not been so excited by the terror they had finally driven out into the open, they might have heard the voices outside. Had the two observers not been so content with their beer, had Buck not been so caught up in his fuck, they might have seen the face that looked in a broken window pane. As it was, none of them knew anything about it until the door crashed open. A swarm of blue-clad officers came roaring into the room, clubbing the hoodlums viciously. They slammed them against the walls; apparently enjoying drawing long bruises across heads and bodies as they lashed out with rage.
Sheri looked up, unable to believe the presence of her rescuers. Marianne and Roy rushed to her side. Kit came over and cuddled her head against her tits.
"Let's get her out of here," Roy whispered. "Let's get her back to the apartment and clean her up."
He stepped over and talked with two of the policemen as the women helped the girl to her feet. They gathered the remnants of her clothes and pieced them back together with the help of some pins from Kit's purse. The Blue Army all looked at her with deep compassion as she left.
Sheri awoke late that night. Kit and Roy were sitting beside her as she lay across their bed. The redhead smiled and patted her affectionately.
"Feel better now?" Kit asked. "Maybe you're in the mood for a bite of food. We have plenty left over from Carnival."
Sheri shuddered at the word, then looked up into the warmth of their eyes. She shook her head and slowly sat up.
"Everyone gone?" she asked. "Where's Marianne?"
"Back at the hotel," Roy answered. "She was almost as hysterical as you. We gave her a tranquilizer and sent her back to the hotel for a good night's sleep. You two have a plane to catch first thing in the morning, you know."
"The cops?" Sheri asked. "Don't the cops want me to tell them about it?"
Roy laid a hand across her shoulder in a gesture of assurance and comfort. "No," he answered slowly, "I don't think so. We decided not to go after them for rape. That would require you to stay down here. It would expose you to all the publicity. It would allow a defense attorney to go into what you'd been doing the night before, how you were dressed that day, all of that. We have a better way."
"Better?" she asked, looking into his intense eyes. "You're not going to let them get away to go after another girl. They were animals, Roy. They were vicious, blood-thirsty animals!"
"I know, I know, baby!" he reassured her. "I know what they are. So do the police. Don't worry about them."
"But they ought to be sent up for life," the blonde protested. "Oh, God! To think that they'll be let to roam the streets again." She shuddered and trembled as fear raced through her body again.
"Just calm down," Roy insisted. "I told you, we, have our own ways of handling men like that. If you insist on knowing, they've been taken to Central Lock-up. Tonight each will be left unattended in a different ward of blacks. Tomorrow morning they'll have been raped by homosexuals all night. The biggest, meanest, craziest black queers in the south will work them over. Men like that hate blacks. You know that. They hate everyone, but they hate blacks most of all. Those blacks know it, know it only too well. They've been bullied and brutalized by hoodlums like that for two hundred years. Now they'll be given the chance to get even.
"By morning," he continued, "those hoodlums will be maniacs. They'll be so blown apart by the night, that we can get the easiest railroad to the funny farm you ever saw. We could have killed them. I could have seen to that easy enough. This way, we have them locked away for the rest of their lives. Satisfied?"
She nodded at the artist. Kit patted her softly. "Maybe now you'd like to eat," the redhead suggested.
Again the blonde shook her head. She fell back against the pillows. The last she remembered was being cuddled between the two new friends as they all got ready for sleep.
The next morning, as they helped her into the limousine for the airport, Roy handed her a small card. "A friend of yours asked me to give you this," he told her. "He didn't know your name or where you lived. He'd like you to get in touch with him."
On the ride to the airport, Sheri looked at the card. It was him! He wanted her to work for him. He still wanted her as one of his models. She sat back in the car. She needed that little encouragement. She needed to feel soft and lovely once more. She had to get the feeling of filth off her skin, had to clean her nostrils of the smell of the room and the men. The knowledge that she was wanted to pose and decorate with her body was one hell of a help.
Beyond that, Sheri sat in silent contemplation all the way back on the plane. It had been because of the damn musician that she'd been caught. The possibility of seeing him had sent her running up the street alone. The memory of that free-wheeling bastard had been a deeper reason for her problems, too. She had been so determined not to ever have such a deep affection again, that she'd refused to fuck any man she cared about. That was the real problem she had to solve. She closed her eyes, the silent struggle swirling inside her luscious young body.
Chapter Twelve
She melted into his arms as he entered. Brent Richards felt the soft loveliness of his exquisite blonde press warmly against his body. Damn! She did miss him while she was gone. The anger and hurt he had felt at her constant refusals, then at her unannounced leaving, were forgotten. She was wearing the filmiest hostess gown he'd ever seen. The touch of her body beneath the thin nylon left no doubt that she had practically nothing under it. She might have panties on, but nothing else. He could feel her hard nipples against his shirt. His hands fondled her back, then stole down to her ass. No! She didn't even have on panties. Damn!
"It's good to be back," she breathed quietly as she pulled her face back from his. She kept her tits against him, though. She looked up at him, her tits and pussy pressed against him, her lovely leg tightly against his own. Damn! Brent was trembling at her beauty. He had to control himself. He couldn't risk another scene like the last. He'd never expected her to call him, not after the way they parted and the fact that she had left town without a word to him.
She had called, though. She had invited him over. She would have dinner for him, she said. Damn her, anyway. She could drive a eunuch crazy with that body of hers. Maybe she would agree now to marry him. He wanted her. He wanted her enough to marry her. She was the first girl he'd ever felt that way about. Shit! He wanted to marry her even if she'd fuck him anyway. That was really something new to him.
This girl was worth it, though. This little, soft piece of loveliness was the finest thing that had ever come into his life. He wanted her. He needed to feel her in his arms. He looked down into the soft eyes, feeling the invitation in them and unable to believe it. Brent swallowed the lump she brought to his throat. He had to get himself under control. He could ruin everything as he almost has last week. This time he would be more careful, no matter how much she sent those surges of passion through him. He kissed her gently on the forehead and tried to step back from her.
"That all?" she asked.
She held him against her. Her leg came slowly up his thigh until it pressed against his cock. It was hardening rapidly. Brent felt panic running through him. Damn her! Didn't she know what she was doing to him! Was this some test she was putting him through? Did she enjoy this or was she seeing if he could be trusted to treat her with more respect and less desire?'
"That's all, unless you want us to have another fuss," he answered her. "Look, sweetheart, it's hard enough to keep control of myself as it is. You keep doing that and I can't make any promises. I'll try to do my part. I'll try to hold myself down; But you have to be a little more careful than this. I'm only a man, Sheri. I can't take this much woman without getting a certain feeling inside."
"Do you have it now?" she asked, her eyes soft and misty. "Do you have that feeling in there?"
"Hell yes!" He panted. "God, woman! You think I'm made of stone?"
"In one place, yes," Sheri laughed. "At least that's what it feels like. Tell me, Brent, is it really that hard?"
Sheri watched the shock spread across his face. He actually blushed. Horny old Brent was blushing! The blonde laughed and pulled his face back to her lips and kissed him deeply. She ran her tongue into his mouth and taunted his own tongue as she twisted her tits luxuriously against him. Her thigh rubbed sensuously against his cock, her nylon gown falling open enough to give him a clear view of her heaving tits as she finally broke the kiss. "Brent," she said softly. "I'm the one who has an apology to make. I was awfully unfair to you last week. I had a problem I hadn't worked through. To be honest, I had one hell of a sexual hang-up. I hope I'm rid of it now. I'd like you to help me find out."
"Anything, baby," he told her. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," Sheri answered. Just like that. That was what she wanted. That was what she told him. "I want you to fuck me, now, tonight."
Brent stared at her in shock. He'd been trying for this month after month. He'd tried wine and soft music. He'd always struck out. Now, all of a sudden, she had simply invited him to screw her. The poor man's body trembled at the thought. He looked down at her luscious body, his eyes lingering on the full, ripe tits she had exposed almost to the nipples for him. He had never seen a girl more beautiful, more completely desirable. He met her eyes once more and smiled hesitantly.
"You sure?" he asked. "You really want to?"
She nodded her head. The soft, blonde hair caught the light and sparkled before him. Her body seemed to sway exotically. Her waist looked no larger than he could hold with the fingers and thumbs of both hands touching. Her hips swelled out invitingly. The thin gown clung to her thighs and legs. He could look over her back and see the exciting protrusion of her firm and provocative ass. Damn! She was the most tempting woman he'd ever imagined. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted him to fuck her. Brent discovered he was trembling in anticipation. He pulled her back against himself. This time he went after her, no longer afraid of arousing her anger. It would be her passion he was arousing now.
Sheri let her body melt against him. She felt the heavy pounding of his heart against her tits. She felt the throbbing strength of his cock, the demand of his tongue. She kissed him back just as eagerly, just as sensuously. She let her body submit to his hands. Her tits thrilled to the hand that slowly moved over them. Her legs shivered as he ran his leg in between. Her pussy shuddered in delight as his thigh raised up against it.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Ooohhh, that's better. This is the way we should have been months ago. It was all my fault, Brent, and I'm sorry. Tonight I'll make it up to you."
Her gown fell completely open as his hand reached inside to fondle a tit. He cupped the tit with intimate adoration. His finger explored the nipple softly. He teased his fingertip in slow circles along the areola, then caught the tit once more in an affectionate clasp.
"I do have a bedroom," she whispered to him. "I made the bed up tonight especially for us."
Brent looked down at her and lifted the bundle of loveliness in his arms. Sheri nestled contentedly against his chest as he carried her through the door. The room was lighted by candles on her dresser. Soft, feminine scent hung in the air. The satin sheets and pillow cases lay shimmering in the candlelight. Sheri felt the thrill shake Brent as he stepped inside with her. She had worked for two hours to prepare the room. She'd picked up the candles this afternoon, scented with her favorite perfume. She had sprayed the same exotic fragrance over the bed, letting it drift down over the satin. The room was ready. She was going to give him a fuck he'd never forget.
"Ohhhh, sweetheart," he gasped. "It's beautiful. It's so feminine, so soft and lovely. It's like you. I'd have guessed it as your room wherever I saw it."
He stepped to the bed and laid her gently down. His eyes looked reverently at her as she lay waiting for him. Her tits were bare as the gown had fallen completely open. The skirt lay partially open, displaying her long, lovely legs against the silvery blue of the sheets. Sheri watched the worship that spread over his face. She had a moment's fright. It looked for one moment as though he wanted to kneel beside her and, pray. That would have been the most hysterical ending she could imagine. Here she lay, panting to have his cock in her pussy, and he wanted to pray to her as some sort of goddess. Still, it did send a thrill rippling through her, the way he looked on her with such pure adoration.
"Why not join me?" she asked, moistening her lips in sensuous movements. "I could get awfully lonely here by myself."
Brent gasped, then stepped back and slipped out of his clothes. He turned back to her, his cock rearing before him in pulsing expectation. Sheri smiled affectionately at the lunging tool. She reached for it as he slipped in the bed beside her. She grasped his cock firmly and began pumping it steadily as he cupped and sucked her tits.
"Mmmmmm," she purred. "Love them, Brent. Kiss and suck my tits until I'm humming with passion. Oh, sweet lover, use my body however you please. I want to satisfy you. Mmmmmmm."
"You satisfy me," he whispered to her. "Damn, but you satisfy me. Oh, God! Sheri, you are the most beautiful vision I ever saw."
He sucked at her tits while his hands roamed freely over her body. The blonde felt a soft tingling sensation stealing gently over her body. His touch had her glowing. She lay back, yielding and submissive. She would not be too lustful, not yet. There was time for that. At first she would accept the gentle devotion he was offering her. That was what she needed. More than anything else she needed that. After the stench and the filth of her last fucks, she was glowing beneath his reverent caresses. This was the way people ought to fuck, with careful preparation, with complete agreement.
"Ohhhhh," he gasped as she felt his emotions begin to surge. "Ohhhh, I love you! Sheri, I adore you! Uhhhhhmmmm, you're sweet enough to eat."
The girl smiled sensuously at his words. Then eat me, she was thinking. Eat me or fuck me or do whatever you like. As long as he was treating her with this expert touch, she was willing to let him do anything with her.
She felt his face drop along her body and ease between her thighs. His hands came back to her tits and caressed them more firmly as he began to suck at her pussy. His tongue ran inside and lapped her clit until her entire body was shaking with mounting desire. She slipped her body around so she could get at his cock. She kissed along the throbbing shaft and licked softly at the warm, bulging head. She hesitantly took the prick to her lips, kissing down over it until it came inside. She sucked his cock deeply, then held it tightly in her lips as she blew down upon it.
Brent's body jumped at the sensation. His mouth lightened on her pussy and answered her with an equal blow and suck. They sent messages of their passion back and forth, each sucking harder and harder as they began writhing on the bed. Sheri's tits glowed with ecstasy from his caresses. Her nipples were hard balls of burning passion. She wrapped her legs around his head and rolled him affectionately about the satin cloth. Brent began to thrust his prick at her mouth until the surging head would reach into the opening of her throat with each lunge.
"Ohhhh, my sweet baby!" he panted as he slipped his face from her pussy. "I want it in your pussy, not in your throat."
"Wherever you like, Lover," she cooed. "You fuck me however you want. You do whatever turns you on. I told you I wanted to do something special for you."
"You're something special, sweetheart," he told her as he turned his body and brought his cock to the lips of her cunt. "You're the most special thing I ever wanted. I want to lay my load in your cunt. I want to feel your pussy grab hold of my cock and hold it while it unloads all its love for you."
"Yesssss!" she moaned. "Ooohhh, yesssss! Fuck me, Lover! Get that sweet meat inside my pussy and fuck me!"
She was throbbing as the cock spread her cunt and came proudly into her fuck-hole. Her pussy muscles contracted happily on his prick, sucking it deeper and deeper into her. She heard the slashing of her lubricants, shivered at the delicious "pop" of suction as he drew back to thrust his luscious cock into her cunt with increasing fervor. The blonde rolled slowly beneath him, her body hunching itself in tempo with his fuck. She thrust her tits against his chest and rotated them in her most maddening way. She took his tongue as he began kissing her deeply. They sucked against each other's breaths while cock and cunt went into shimmering spasms of erotic pleasure.
Sheri locked her legs around his waist and let him drive, his packer into her cunt with growing demand. She felt the room begin to swirl about her. He adored her! That was important. She was not just being fucked, she was being worshiped in the fuck. She was his goddess of love. She was his Helen of Troy, his Cleopatra. She could sense it from the passion with which he fucked her. She was all women to him, all women rolled into one bundle of tit and cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" he gasped, lifting his face and looking down into her eyes. "Ohhhh, darling! My beautiful Sheri! My soft, wonderful little blonde sweetheart. Ohhhh! I never knew it could be so sweet. I never knew there could be such a precious pussy in the world."
"Your little pussy," she told him. "Fuck your little pussy. It wants to take your cum. I want to feel your cock explode inside my cunt. Come on! Fuck me! Ride me, baby! Fuck the hell out of me!" Now she would let herself go. Sheri stopped trying to hold back the throbbing ecstasy inside her. She let her body devour Brent. Her tits smashed against him. Her pussy sucked and clawed at his maddening cock. She pulled his face back to hers and let her tongue go after his mouth in rapid, sensuous darts. She sucked his breath. She rolled and writhed and shook on the bed as the room and bed became a swirling mass of passion.
"Ooooeeeee!" she cried out. "Aaaaiiiii! Ride me! Ball me, baby! Let it go! I'm there! I'm coming! 000HHH! WHAT A FUCK!"
She felt pinned against the bed as her orgasm took control. She lay shimmering in a soft pool of total enjoyment, complete pleasure. Brent fucked and bucked over her. Her orgasm sent his cock into splendid ecstasy. He seemed to lose his breath as his cock roared I side her. Cum flooded her cunt. His cock trembled frantically as it emptied itself and kept emptying its huge load.
"Uhhhhh!" he groaned. "Mmmmmpfff! Ohhhhh! That's unbelievable. I never had it so good! Never dreamed it could be this good!"
"Worth waiting for!" she asked him as they lay quietly in each other's arms later. "It was better after I had prepared for it, wasn't it? Better than it would have been fumbling around on the couch?"
He pulled her to him and kissed her eyelids, then her cheeks and lips. His expression gave her the answer. Sheri nestled against his chest and relaxed.
"Baby?" he asked her. "When do you want to get married?"
"I don't," she answered.
"But-" he tried to protest. She laid her hand over his mouth.
"No marriage," she answered. "You like to fuck. I like to fuck. We'll fuck. I'm not ready to even think about marriage, though."
Chapter Thirteen
The TV cameras focused on the gorgeous young blonde in the bikini as the posed on the deck of the luxury yacht.
"You can see yourself tonight on the evening news," the reported called up to her.
Sheri smiled back down at him and walked over to lounge in a deck chair. This was a hell of a job.
All she had to do was be beautiful and look like she was having a good time.
She saw the doors of the convention hall open and the first crowds come in to view the new lines of boats for the year. Sheri posed her body luxuriously in the chair, trying to suggest that girls as beautiful automatically went along with the yacht. She felt the approving eyes of men on her long legs, on her proudly thrusting tits, on her shimmering blonde hair. .The girl. That's what she was. She was the girl they would dream of having with them.
She didn't get to watch the TV news that evening. Sheri didn't feel she had missed anything. There would be plenty of other times to view herself on camera. She knew it as she sat across the table from the distinguished man who had insisted on taking her to dinner. She smiled at him warmly, letting her eyelids flutter suggestively. He didn't expect her to fuck him tonight. He only wanted to have dinner with an attractive companion. She would fuck him, though. She would fuck because she wanted to, because he was fascinating to her, because the power and force inside him appealed to her. Sheri had never been screwed by a millionaire. She had certainly never had as wealthy a piece of meat as his up her cunt. She tingled at the thought. He ought to be pretty damn good. Hell, if he was man enough to have built a run-down junkyard into control of three billion dollar corporations, he should be one hell of a stud in the bedroom. It all went together, didn't it? A man who controlled things, who made his opportunities, who exuded such charm and power, would have the same dynamicness in other areas.
Her pussy was moist as she lifted her glass to accept the toast he offered her. His eyes glowed softly at her. He saw her decision. He had read her all the way. He knew she wanted to test his prick. The slow, sensitive smile told Sheri that he had no fears at all. She was testing him and he was willing to be tested. He had no doubts as to his ability to handle a woman in the sack. That was good. That made it all easier.
"Ready?" he asked her. As she nodded, he got up and held the chair for her. They walked out of the restaurant, half the remaining customers staring after them. Sheri knew what the observers were thinking. The men were thinking that if they had the man's wealth, they could have just as nice a piece of pussy going to their rooms. The women were thinking that if they had that much tit and that saucy an ass, they could have him hard for them. She wrinkled her nose at the grey eyes that looked her over with such open approval.
"I think you're my kind of girl," he told her, his hand patting her ass affectionately. "I think you're after more than just a fuck. Am I right?"
"I'm always after more than just a fuck," Sheri assured him. "I'm after a hell of a lot more than that."
She laughed with him as they entered the elevator. The fact that Brent would be waiting for her made no difference to her. Brent Richards had to accept the fact that she wasn't interested in marriage. She wasn't interested in being tied down to a single man. She wouldn't marry Brent. She wouldn't move in with Brent. She wouldn't let him move in with her. She would fuck him whenever she was free. He could make no claims on her, though. She didn't want that.
The blonde stepped out of the elevator and let him lead her to his suite. He stepped aside for her to enter. Sheri went inside and waited for him to follow, then stepped into his embrace.
"All right, sweetheart," she whispered. "Let's see if you know how to do anything besides make money."
