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.
"Ohhh, what a woman!" he sighed. "What a hell of a woman. Each cunt 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 friend?"
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 ear.
"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. Sheri gasped as she spotted her friend. Roy had gotten the big girl onto a couch and was fondling her marvelous tin, the kaftan pulled up to Marianne's waist and his hands reaching farther up beneath it to play happily with the excitedly heaving tin. His cock throbbed against his pants, its erect passion obvious through the tight trousers. His mouth was damped 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.
"Ooohhh," 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 stoked 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.
Ray 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 frilly to her caresses. Her body shuddered as the artist buried 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 an 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 cunt.
"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 resumed his sucking on her tits. He caught one of the matchless just 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 thing 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.
"Ahhhhh!" Roy gasped. He buried his cock in Marianne's soft pussy, then began to thrust in long, easy strokes. "Uhhhhh, 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 tort 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 wiled 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.
"Mmmmmm!" she pushed beneath him.
"Ooohhh," he moaned as he fucked harder and faster.
Theft 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 waning 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.
"Ohhh," 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? Shit! 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.
"Yeah!" he growled from behind her. "That's sure a hell of a pussy you walk around with. Ahhhhh, it's driving me crazy. What a wild little cunt. Ohhhhhh!"
He panted and groaned. He gasped and groped. His cock drove into her unit 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! OOHHH!"
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 pecker. 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. She 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 she snuggled her against her chest. He patted her buff 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 td 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'll come back later and let the party get raunchy."