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 tit 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 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 gad she hadn't bothered to pull her pantyhose back on after fucking Steven. All Roy would hive 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 bar. Why pay tree-fifty for a watered-down drink to watch a too-fat or too-skinny broad show what she hasn't got? Shit! 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 me."
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 join 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 nabbing 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. She'd 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 tight 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 tough in agony. "Look at them go! Damn! That's the wildest sight I ever saw! Slit! I'd pay twenty-five dollars to see this show in a nightclub. 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 juice 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. Mmmmmm, 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 craft 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 overeager 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. "Ohhh, there it is! I'm pouring it over you, Roy! Ooh, 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 he covered it in a series of shuddering gasp.
"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 fucked 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 now. 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.
"Well 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 it?"
"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. "Skit! 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 to 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 he clapped Steven on the shoulder. "Never fails," he laughed. "You should be on the stage. You make the most convincing cop I 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.