"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 rid of all your hang-ups. Especially the ones on sex."
The blonde shuddered. She wasn't sure just how glad she was. Apart 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 club 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 confined 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 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 sheet 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 come 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 grinning 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 frees."
"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 tern," 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 ain't first, though."
Sheri was pulled down onto the ground. Rough hands held her by the arms 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 bend of her bra. The dainty nylon was pulled away to expose her lift 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 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 head 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 fucked 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 pecker. 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 fucked into her. She knew her virgin blood was pouring over the cock and down her thighs.
"Uhhhhh!" her rapist gasped as he fucked 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 hell 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 mow 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 puffing his cock put 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 fucks 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 fuck, her body shaking from the way he rammed his cock all the way into her aching hole. She could hear the sound of his flesh against hers as he grabbed her tits even more roughly than had the last man. He fucked 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 leaders 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 will 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 far 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 group.
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."