Three of the girls lay stretched out across the bed. The others lay on pillows and pads along the floor, except for the one using the couch out in the living room. The men were fucking each of them. From the speakers, the music soared through the apartment. As each song ended, the men rolled over to the next girl. They drove their pricks into the waiting pussy as the next tune came from the stereo.
Sheri smiled up at the teen-ager whose face showed his eagerness to fuck the luscious young blonde. They had brought several of those who joined in their street fuck. They hadn't planned to, it was merely that the robust blonde had brought the teen-ager with her and followed them. So had the man who had initiated the slender teen-ager. So had perhaps another six or eight from the Bourbon Street orgy. Kit had planned this round-robin fuck. She had the taps already made up. They would keep one partner though each song, then switch for the next. They were expected to hold off orgasm until "Night Train" came over the speakers.
The teen-ager pumped wildly into her pussy. His long, lean prick seemed to reach back to the deepest recesses of her cunt. He wasn't that experienced on using such a tool, but he tried to make up in energy what he lacked in skill. Sheri wanted to suggest he try a few variations rather than just pumping joyfully at her. She opened her mouth to speak to him, then changed her mind. No need to upset the kid. He'd learn. Somewhere along the way in the next few years some girl would help him learn about his marvelous length of cock. She'd be a lucky girl, a very fortunate little cunt. The lad had all the physical endowments. A little experience and he'd be one hell of a stud.
The music changed, changed from the wild rock number to a softer, more sensuous ballad. Sheri kissed the teen-ager as he left her, then smiled her welcome to the next cock. She recognized the man who had talked the scrawny teen-ager into joining him. He looked younger in the raw. He might be in his thirties, but he had a hell of a body on him. He was lean and muscular, his rich chest hair glowing with the perspiration of a series of fucks. He slipped his prick into her soaked pussy and began moving it slowly and tauntingly. The blonde shuddered at his touch inside her. His prick wasn't that large, yet he used it so that it had her pussy glowing with desire. He moved it in small circles, letting the head flip against her clit until she was panting with surging pleasure. His hands roved across her tits, cupping and cuddling. His fingers teased her nipples until they were vibrating madly. Sheri fought back the urge to let her orgasm slip up on her. She wanted to let it go. She wanted to relax and have the roaring climax shudder through her body. She held her breath and fought frantically against responding too openly to the taunting, intriguing motions of his cock.
"What a gorgeous woman," he whispered in her ear. "I couldn't believe it when I saw you out there in the street. Honestly, I've never seen anyone so exquisitely lovely, not in my whole life. I'll tell you a secret. When I fucked the kid out there on Bourbon Street, I pretended it was you. Shit, to be honest, I've imagined every other woman so far as you."
"Mmmmm," Sheri murmured, caressing his ears and neck. "You sure hand out a line. Keep talking, though. I like to hear that kind of blarney."
"You slip away with me tonight and you'll discover it isn't blarney," he assured her. "Look, my business is beautiful women. I know when I see a one-in-a-million kind of girl. I knew it when I saw you tonight. I'd like to talk with you about that. Not tonight, I'm afraid. This is pleasure, not business."
He wouldn't have had the chance anyway. The music changed abruptly. Sheri pulled his face to hers and kissed him slowly and affectionately before letting him leave her and go on to the heavy, overeager blonde who lay beside her. She felt the presence of the next occupant for her pussy as she still watched the last man drive his cock into the ripe body of the woman who resembled her old teacher.
"Ohhhhhh!" she cried out automatically. Damn! This guy had a cock the size of a telephone pole. At least it felt that big as it rammed into her cunt. Even as lubricated as her cunt was from the series of fucks, she felt stretched by this enormous pecker. She looked up into the distressed eyes of the boy who was lunging it so tightly through her hole.
"I hope I don't hurt you," he apologized.
She saw the tenderness of his gaze and drew his face to hers. She opened her lips for his tongue as they kissed and sucked on the roving organ as it moved through her mouth. Her pussy accepted the mammoth presence inside it and began to pulse along the length of the throbbing prick. She could feel the way her tight cunt held the skin and let the shaft strip itself down to its raw meat as it lunged through her. Sheri sucked more determinedly at the tongue and thrust her tits into his hands as they roved adoringly over the lusciously swollen mounds. She hoped the strains of "Night Train" would pour through the room now. She wanted to feel this enormous piece of meat when it unloaded. What a hell of a cannon to go off inside a girl! She was panting again, her body twisting and writhing beneath the boy as she imagined the fantastic thrill of receiving his jizz. Shit! This kid ought to be able to fill a quart jar with cum, as huge as that prick was.
She heard the fat woman giggle beside her. Her man must be really diddling in her juicy cunt. She was shaking the bed worse than the three men who were fucking away on it. She bounced happily, her laughter rippling through the room. Sheri held the boy with the magnificent pecker and rolled back and forth, delirious with the matchless sensation of being completely filled with male meat.
Damn! Damn! Damn! She had hoped, when the song ended, to hear the heavy beat of the longed-for "Night Train". Instead there was another rock tune. She looked up at the boy with tears in her eyes.
"Don't worry," he promised. "I'll find you later tonight. I want to finish fucking that sweet pussy. Just don't you leave here before I find you again."
She nodded her agreement, then let him kiss her good-bye and climb over to the big blonde. She heard the happy gasp of the older woman as the boy rammed his big prick into her cunt. The bed shuddered as her ample body began fucking furiously.
"Looks like I do get to put it to the prettiest girl in town," the next in the circle of men commented happily. He eased his cock into Sheri's pussy and cupped a tit in his trembling hand. "I was afraid I'd never find you. I just knew that we'd all shoot off long before I ever got to you."
"Now that you're here," Sheri answered, "show me what I was waiting for."
She shouldn't have said it that way. That was unkind. No need to blame this guy because she didn't get to feel the explosion of the big cock that had just left her. He sure didn't have anything to do with any of it. She decided to apologize. She wouldn't apologize with words. Her body could speak much more effectively. The young blonde drew him against her as she thrust her tits lasciviously towards his lips. She rubbed them over his face as he sucked and tongued the nipples. She wagged her ass about to taunt and tease his anxious pecker.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Ooohhh, yes! You kept me waiting, but now I've got you. I've got your cock captured in me now. Mmmm! Ride me, baby! Fuck me with that cock."
She knew she'd repaired any damage to his ego. He caressed her with total adoration. He fucked her with intense concentration. His eyes were closed tightly as he let the waves of delight sweep through him. The sight of his delirious enjoyment of her body brought the blonde into fuller participation in the screw. She wasn't just apologizing now. She was rolling into the frenzied fuck as happily as he. She felt the deep drives of cock through her pussy as she trembled and shuddered over the warm length of meat. She felt him sucking her being itself out of those tits he seemed so lost over. The blonde held his head in her hands and rubbed her tits even more sensuously against his face. He had her nipples glowing, sparks running from them all through her tits and chest. Her pussy shuddered with wild spasms as his cock pumped her luxuriously. He drew back enough for the head to touch her clit between each long thrust.
"Ooohhh!" she panted. "You've got me all fired up. Damn! How'm I supposed to last till the right song if you keep fucking like this?"
It wasn't him, of course. She was the reason for her frantic, uncontrolled state. In her attempts to make up for her bitchy comment, she'd gone too far. She'd let herself get trapped in an over response. Now she was shuddering and throbbing as her passion surged toward orgasm.
"Easy, baby," his voice, soothed. He left her tits and came farther up over her. His lips kissed along her neck and ear. "I'd like to take you. I'd like to give it to you right now, but we have to keep with the rules."
Sheri suddenly wanted to laugh. That was hysterical. What rules? Was an orgy like this the part of any set of rules? They sure hadn't had any rules out on Bourbon Street! Shit! There'd been no rules from the moment she and Marianne had walked into this party so long. Now, all of a sudden, there were rules. Rules, hell! She began to laugh. The blonde shook with wild laughter at the insanity of it all.
She was still laughing as the beat of the music suddenly changed. "Night Train" came pouring through the room. Sheri heard the delighted gasps of the party as everyone realized that now, they could let go. She laughed even louder. Now, for some absolutely absurd reason, it was acceptable to have orgasm. Until now, it would have been a breach of… of what? Of good manners? Of propriety? Of what? What the hell! It was an academic question now! The sounds of mounting passion filled the apartment. The boy on top of her was fucking frantically. His body throbbed with the realization that he could lay his load into the pussy of this gorgeous young blonde. Every other man at the party had hoped to be with Sheri when the time came. He alone had been the lucky one. His meat shuddered inside her, inflamed to heightened lust by the way her cunt was clinging to it.
"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned in delicious agony. "It's getting to me, baby! It's got my dick so hot I can't hold it! Ohhhhhh! What a sweet cunt!"
Sheri felt the passion mount in the cock. She forced her thoughts away from the amusing rules, away from the sound of the other fucks. She reminded herself that the boy was ready to accept the closeness or orgasm she had admitted. This was no time to pick daisies. This was the moment for fucking. She lay back a moment, letting her own forces build to another crescendo. Then she went crazy beneath him. Her tits, her ass, her thighs, her pussy were all wildly gyrating instruments of pleasure. She rolled and tossed beneath him. She pulsed to the marvelous tempo of his pecker and let him bring her to the brink of her explosion.
"Ummmmm!" she groaned. "Yesssss! Now, baby! Fuck me now! Let it flow! Let it fill me! OOOOOOEEEEE! YESSSSSS!"
She felt that the semen was slashing against her chest, he let it go with such force. She shook as her pussy responded to the hot, squirting cum. She shivered in intense delight as her orgasm merged into that of the boy. They clutched each other tightly and rode the frantic climax as the sounds of moans and cries of ecstasy swirled about them.
"Oh, that was good!" he panted as he emptied his cock. "Ummmmm, you give a girl something to remember."
She looked at the happiness in the boy's eyes. She may have been rude when he first climbed on her. He didn't even remember that now. All the boy would remember was the thrill of fucking the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. He had fucked her and she had fucked right back at him. He had unloaded into her as she experienced the same blinding desire. His heart was pounding in fierce pride at his accomplishment. He smiled broadly at the lovely face beneath him. He looked down at those lovely tits and wanted to die. He was already in heaven. He might as well just go ahead and die. God! She was beautiful! She was infinitely more lovely as she lay panting from their fuck. Her body glowed all over. The exquisitely formed breasts heaved magnificently before him. He leaned down and kissed her. He kissed her lips, her neck, her tits, her nipples. He held her tightly and shook her gently to show her his adoration.
Sheri felt a satisfaction of her own. Isle wasn't the boy she would have selected for the evening. Never the less, she had given him a hell of a ride. His face showed it. He was devoted to her, completely and vibrantly. She caressed his face as he kissed her, then let him pull the cock from her pussy. They sat on the edge of the bed while his expression told her that he would do any favor she asked. She patted his thigh, then cuddled his cock for a moment. They watched the remaining couples complete their screws, ten puffed on a joint as it was passed.
The blonde handed the joint to the next man, the boy with the enormous cock. She was glad to get rid of it. Maybe some people had better sex after smoking pot Sheri did not. It made her retreat into herself. Tonight she wanted no retreat. She wanted to feel every sensation of the orgy that she knew was only getting warmed up. She felt enough psychedelic thrills from an orgasm. What the hell did she need with anything to increase her illusions? Let those who didn't really enjoy fucking use it. She didn't need it.
She did accept a drink, however. She sipped the booze slowly, letting it relax her fin, the next round. She curled her legs beneath her and leaned against the boy's firm chest? Sheri smiled hazily. Some of the members of the party had begun to wander about the apartment. They smoked, drank, chatted. Tits and cocks bounced about in the soft lighting, giving a weird atmosphere to the entire thing. Sheri smiled softly as she considered her presence here. How many more times would she fuck tonight if she couldn't remember how many times she'd already felt a cock in her and Carnival Day hadn't even gotten here. Well, daylight of Carnival Day hadn't arrived. She assumed it was well past midnight. This was Mardi Gras! The thought sent a surge of emotion through her. She turned to the fat blonde beside her and patted an enormous tit.
"Happy Mardi Gras!" she laughed, then looked about, wondering what had happened to Marianne. She tried to remember the last tine she had seen the lusty brunette. Surely her friend would not have missed this last fantastic game. Sheri felt a sudden concern.
"Marianne!" she called, out. Everybody looked around in surprise. "Where's Marianne?" she asked them.
"The stacked brunette?" one of the boys asked. "Shit, I think that's her in the living room, still fucking. She's got one dick up her cunt and another in her mouth and she'd giving them both a hell of a ride."
The crowd all laughed at his report and several of tern stepped to the doorway to look out. Sheri felt an urge to join them but decided to remain where she was. If another round started, she didn't want to give up her position on the soft bed. It sure beat hanging around a man while he did it in the street or taking it from the rear while she leaned over a chair. No, she'd stay here on the bed to entertain her callers properly. After all, this was the South.
"They've finished!" another boy called back to Sheri. "Your friend wore them both out. Damn, if she's not one hell of a piece of ass! Anyway, Kit wants everybody back in there. We're going to start a chain."
"A what?" the blonde asked the heavier woman beside her.
"A chain," the woman answered as though everyone should know about them. "We all get in a circle and suck."
"Yeah," the boy with the huge prick added, "but Kit usually has a hell of an ending to put on them. Come on, beautiful. You don't want to be left out of this, any more than I want you left out of it."
Sheri wanted to lie back and rest. She looked at the pleading eyes. Her gaze dropped to the magnificent cock that dangled beneath the lad. She smiled slowly and dragged herself from the bed, then followed him, beginning to feel the excitement that ran through the others.