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 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.
"Mmmmmm," Kit moaned. "Ooohhh, 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. Mmmmmm, 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 more 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. Mmmmmm, 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 fine 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, puffing 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 clamped her mouth over the cunt in an airtight hold and blew and sucked mildly 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 in her cunt from the excitement. She held Kit even lighter and sucked her pussy with blind frenzy.
"Ahhhhh!" 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 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 dinging 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 pit. 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.
"Ah!" Roy panted in the distance. "Two most beautiful women in ton and I've fucked them both in one morning. I've got tern 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 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.
"Ooooo!" the girl screamed as a thousand explosions went off inside her. "Ahhhhh! 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! Ooooo! There I go! Ooooo, 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 anus 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 legs, of tits and thighs.
"Mmmmm," Kit purred, one hand on her husband's cock, the other on the blonde's tits. "Ooh, that was the best lunch I've had in a long, long time."
Sheri lay quietly, warmed by the touch of a hand on her cunt, another on her ass. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, about to drift into sleep.
She sat up suddenly. Lunch! Kit had mentioned lunchtime. 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 friend. 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. He 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 round 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?