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 hem 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 le 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 duty 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 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!" he 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 claims 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 damped over her cunt, sucking deeply. His tongue fucked 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 tiled 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. 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 taught 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 hell 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," he 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.
"Ohhhh, Lord!" he gasped, pulling his lips from hers and nibbling her neck and cars. "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 rater 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. "Ohhhhh, what a fuck! What sweet pussy! What luscious tail! Ohhhh! 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! Ooooh!"
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 pecker shake frantically through the haze of pleasure. He gasped her frantically, then unloaded his maddened prick into her cunt.