"You plan to sleep all day?"
Sheri looked up into the face of Marianne. The chesty brunette stood beside the bed, laughing at the confusion on the blonde's face. Slowly Sheri began to collect her senses. She reached over beside her on the bed and felt around the indentation in the sheets.
"He's gone," Marianne told her. "We thought we'd wake you as wildly as we went at our fuck. You slept through it all, though. I do want to thank you, baby. That's the best-hung man I ever got in my bed. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Now, you want some coffee and doughnuts?" She indicated the sacks sitting on the dresser.
"Beignets," Sheri corrected her. "They don't call them doughnuts down here."
"They do these," Marianne answered. "These are the kind with holes in them, the kind like we're used to. The coffee, however, is straight, strong New Orleans. After last night you probably need it."
Everything slowly began to come back to the sleepy blonde. The party! Yes, the party! She had gone into the living room to find the girls being seated in a circle about the room. Kit directed them, placing the girls alternately on their backs or kneeling over a reclining girl. Sheri found herself kneeling between the legs of the slender teen-ager. Behind her lay the over-ripe blonde who had been beside her in the bedroom. The redhead gave them the signal to begin sucking. Sheri let the big blonde slip her face under her pussy while she plunged her own face towards the soft cunt of the teen-ager.
"Okay, you hot broads," Kit called to them. "Remember, this is just to get the boys all horny again. Suck your little pussies until you get the juices flowing like crazy. Then we'll send the men into the bedroom. When I turn the lights out, they'll all come back in, grabbing for any cunt they can find. Whoever they catch, they fuck. Everybody understand?"
"Just how long we going to have to wait?" one of the men asked in a voice already husky with passion. He looked about at the soft circle of female flesh and held his cock as though unable to wait very long.
"Oh, hold it!" Kit laughed. "You just finished one fuck. You can wait another fifteen or twenty minutes before the next one."
"Not if you keep all that beautiful pussy laying around there in front of us," another one of the men answered. "Come on! Get those cunts to sucking. Otherwise, we'll be waiting here all night while you jaw about it."
"You heard him, girls," Kit called to the circle. "The boys are impatient. Let's give them a show. Before we're through with each other, we want to have every cock in here up and hard from just watching us."
The slender redhead dropped into the circle. Sheri noticed that the hostess was leaning her mouth towards Marianne's pussy. The blonde remembered the action of the woman earlier in the day. Her brunette friend had a good suck waiting for her.
The circle of women joined into the game with fervor. All around her, Sheri could hear the soft, voluptuous sounds of pussy being licked and sucked. She felt the sudden thrill run through her own as the old broad wrapped her arms about the ass and pulled her pussy down over wide, waiting lips. The big blonde sucked with a long, deep draw on Sheri. The young blonde shuddered in delight, ten felt a broad tongue slap about her pussy. The girl found the little pussy of the teen-ager and began sucking that girl just as fervently as the older woman was going after her cunt. They rolled from side to side as they sucked and licked. Sheri would have thought her juices would be used up by now. To her surprise she seemed just as able to lubricate herself as ever. She could feel the oily liquid seeping from her cunt-walls and pouring into the waiting mouth. She tasted the remnants of cm in the teen-ager's pussy, mixed with the lighter oils her cunt was secreting now.
"Look at them go!" Roy's voice sounded from above them. "Ohhhh, look at all that ass! Look at all those tits! Man, oh, man! You ever see so much luscious pussy in your whole life?"
The other men joined in urging the girls on. Their encouragement drove Sheri into a frenzy. She rubbed her hands over the tight little tits on the teen-ager. The nipples hardened under her touch. The little mounds seemed to swell into her hand as the girl arched her back and thrust them proudly into the adoring caresses. Her legs wrapped around Sheri's head and held her face prisoner against the cunt while they rolled about the floor.
The big woman had found the ripe tits of the blonde and was cuddling them madly. Her mouth sucked harder, with greater frenzy on the steaming pussy. The little blonde squirmed herself more lightly over the woman and rubbed her cunt roughly against the blonde's face. She shook that wide face as her pussy came alive from the deep sucking and blowing. Sheri was trembling madly as she heard female groans and gasps from all about the room.
"God damn!" Steven's voice called out. "Let us at them, Kit! We can only take so much. We've got out cocks all primed and ready to go after all that sweet meat. Come on! Don't leave us out of this pine."
Sheri heard the commotion as the red-haired woman ushered the men out. She waited expectantly as the woman sucked her frantically, trying to drain the last bit from her before the men came charging in.
"All right, girls," Kit laughed. "Here come the studs! Get your pussies ready!"
The lights went out with a sharp click of the switch. Sheri rolled free from the two she'd been between. She sensed some of the men had checked out her position in the room and would be charging for that area. It would be more fun if she was somewhere else when they got then. The blonde crawled rapidly across the floor, getting tangled with several of the girls' who had the same idea. Before they could extricate themselves, the men came roaring into their midst. Heavy male bodies stumbled over the girl. Other men fell over them until there was a writhing, laughing crowd sprawled about the middle of the floor. Everyone was trying to determine the sex of everyone else.
"Get that cock out of my ass!" one of the men cried out. "Don't you even know what pussy feels like?"
"If that's a girl who's got hold of my cock, lead me on!" another male voice called out happily. Sheri's leg was caught in two strong hands. "This has to be a girl!" the captor called out. "As soft as these legs are, it's sure to be a piece of pussy."
She was pulled roughly across the floor, fighting to get free of the tumble of bodies before he dislocated something.
"Hey! Take it easy!" she gasped. "You've caught me. Don't pull me in two before you get to fuck me."
He laughed and felt along her legs and thighs until he reached her ass. She was scooped up in his arms and carried through the moving, groping melee of bodies. He finally set her down on a stack of pillows by the wall. At least, Sheri believed it to be the wall as she reached out and touched it. Her captor covered her with groping, grasping hands as he began to kiss wildly all over her tits. He sucked each nipple with maddening fervor as she felt his body until she got her hands on his cock. She caught the pecker in her hand and pumped it happily before leading it toward her already excited pussy.
"You!" she panted as she felt the way he used the cock inside her. "The man who knows how to wiggle his cock!" She had suspected it when she touched the prick. Now, as he played his pecker about in her pussy, she was sum of it. He laughed in a low voice aver her, his body still bent to let him devour her tits. Sheri shuddered at his touch. Her pussy vibrated with a thousand spasms delicious ecstasy as he fucked her in that taunting, teasing way.
"Minimum!" she gasped. "Yesssss! It has to be you! It has to be the man who knows how to use his cock so delicately."
"You mean the man who wiggles it?" he laughed again.
He tongued each fit into flames. He straightened his body and kissed her on the lips. He held her mouth a firm captive and sucked her breath from her. His tongue claimed her mouth as his personal territory while his cock drove her cunt into sparkling passion. The light, taunting movement of his cock had her glowing and oozing her liquids all over him. The blonde lay back in rapture, feeling her body burn with the wild surge of her passion. She was shaking frantically. She could scarcely breathe for the frenzied twisting of her body in the throes of its roaring desire. She fought her mouth free of his kiss for a moment.
"Now!" she cried out. "Let it flow! Oh, fuck me now! Let it come! Ooohhh, please! Please! I'm going crazy font!"
He caught her mouth again beneath his lips. This time ho blew and sucked alternately into her mouth until she was in a cloud of swirling madness. Her body soared into hysterical tremors. The room was spinning about her. In the darkness, there were still a million tiny, sparkling lights. She felt his cum burst from the head of his cock and splatter into her cunt. Sheds own orgasm came pounding through her at the first touch of the hot jizz. They wiled on the pillows, bumping against the wall, rolling against other bodies. They hunched and bit and sucked and screwed in a magnificent frenzy of lust.
"Mmmmmm!" she kept moaning as her body erupted in sensuous delight. "Mmmmmm!"
She might have said more except she had no desire to break free of the impassioned kiss. She held him adoringly while he emptied his cock into her cunt. She held him, their mouths still locked in a kiss, as he gradually subsided and lay limp on her. She caressed his shoulders and neck. She petted his firm ass. She slipped a hand beneath his ass and gently fingered his balls. He was good. He was magnificent. She was still shaking when he finally wiled off her. They lay against each other, slowly caressing while they waited for the light to come back on.
"You're good, you know," she told him.
"I know," he answered. "Beautiful women are my business. I told you that."
"How?" she asked. "What sort of business are you in?"
"I'm a pimp," he laughed. Sheri gasped. Her body suddenly turned cold. She jerked back from him as though he had leprosy. He laughed louder and pulled her back.
"That's a joke," he assured her. "Maybe some of my girls do put out, but it's on their own time. I have a model agency. I provide the girls for convention displays and things like that. You know all those pretty girls you see at automobile or boat shows? That's what I do. They work for me."
Sheri felt embarrassed. She cuddled sheepishly against him while he cuddled her tits and ass affectionately. "I can always find a job for a girl as pretty as you," he told her. "Anytime you need a job, come on down and let me know."
This morning, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking up helplessly into the laughing face of Marianne, the little blonde remembered. She began laughing. She had a job as a model if she wanted it. She had a job, but she didn't know where or with whom. She hadn't bothered to get the man's name.
Sheri stepped to the dresser and took her coffee and a doughnut. She steadied herself on the edge of the dresser and sipped the steaming liquid. The doughnut was devoured quickly, then another. Now she felt better, much better. She turned back to her friend, looking around for her watch.
"What time is it?" she asked. "Have we missed the parades? How long did I sleep?"
"Hey, one question at a time, baby!" Marianne laughed as she turned and lay back across her bed. She propped herself on a pillow and watched the slender blonde finish a third doughnut. "Keep that sort of catin' up and you'll be as full-bodied as old Marianne. First, it's ten o'clock. Second, yes we've missed some of the parades but not all of them. Third, we got in about four. You and the stud fucked for thirty, maybe forty-five minutes. That makes about five hours sleep for you. Now, what other questions you want answered. In case you forgot, the kid was hung like a horse and gave you one hell of a ride."
Sheri turned around and looked at the amused face of the big girl. Yes, she remembered. She remembered the fuck he gave her. Her pussy could still feel the power of that enormous cock. She wasn't sure if she had invited him to come as they left the party. He was with them, though, as they walked along Chartres, going back to their hotel. She remembered how relieved he was to have a man with them, especially at that time of the morning. He had come up the elevator with the two girls and walked in as soon as she opened the door.
He joined her in the shower. His great prick stood upright as the water sprayed them. Sheri could not keep her eyes off the magnificent tool. Damn! It came up higher than his navel, well higher. She had a fleeting temptation to try to find a ruler and measure the damn thing. It was as thick through as anything she'd ever laid eyes on, too. It was one marvelous piece of meat. Sheri grasped it as they showered and pumped it with both hands. Its huge throbs sent chills of expectation running trough her body. She leaned over and took the great head in her mouth, sucking lightly as it lunged up and blocked her throat. She had to lift her head quickly in self-preservation.
"Careful," he warned her. "That's a lot of pecker for such a little girl. I sure don't want to choke you on it before I even get my fuck."
"I'm with you on that," she laughed.
She continued to suck it, though. She was just a bit more careful. The immense size of his cock fascinated her. Shit! This boy could make a hell of a living in porno movies. At least the blonde assumed he could. She knew he could in the ones that were made for women's eyes. She had never seen anything to match his.
Sheri had him shaking with lust by the time she turned the water off. She stepped out of the shower and held the towel for him to div her off. She stood trembling as he moved the towel over her with sensuous strokes. He dried her neck and shoulders, then went over her back. The towel came around and over her tits. Now he was panting as he dried them slowly and lovingly. His hands moved as though he were afraid of damaging her boobs.
"They won't break," she laughed. "Go ahead, rub them harder. I promise you they won't break." He looked up at her sheepishly and caught them in the towel. He rotated tern in small, tight circles until she felt them swell with anticipation. The nap of the towel sent tingles through her nipples as the buttons hardened. He smiled at her, his breath coming rapidly from his excitement, and dropped the towel down to her hips. He massaged her hips into glowing ecstasy, then ran the cloth over her thighs. Pie came upwards and dried her pussy as though it were the finest porcelain. She was trembling as he finished her legs and handed her the towel so she could use it on him.
"No," he told her, as she started to replace the moist towel with a fresh one. "I want the one that has you all over it. I want the moisture from your luscious body rubbed all over me… want our water to mingle like we're going to be merged in a few minutes."
Sheri stood a moment and looked into his eyes. She leaned against him and kissed him while her tits rubbed against his chest and the mammoth cock pressed into her abdomen. She dried his hair with brisk strokes, then slowed to long, sensuous movements as she dragged the towel across his shoulders and chest. She dried his back and ass, letting her hands tease between his thighs so that they brushed suggestively against his balls. She watched the way the boy trembled from her play and responded with even more delicious taunting movements. She stepped behind him and let her tits melt into his hands as she reached round him and worked along his thighs. She continued to come up and barely meet his cock, then drop back down his legs. She knelt down and finished his legs, then came slowly and teasingly back upward until finally she reached that fantastic length of cock. She played about it until she could hear his gasps, then grabbed it beneath the towel and pumped frantically.
"Ohhhhh!" he panted. "Ohhhh, don't do that! Damn! Lady, you do that and I'm going to pour it into the towel instead of you!"
Sheri stood up and tossed the towel aside. "Then get with it, man!" she demanded. "If you can think of a better place to put it, then get cracking."
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. The fact that Marianne was casually lounging against her pillows, eating a candy bar, didn't concern them at all. The magnificent stud and the luscious blonde were interested only in each other and in the fuck they had been promising all night. He laid her on the bed and climbed over her. His knees came between her legs as he began nibbling along her shoulders, then slowly down her chest. He changed from teeth to lips as he came to her lunging tits. His lips kissed softly and teasingly around each jug, then sucked at each nipple until it was shaking with readiness. His hand was at her crotch, shoving his finger up her pussy in slow, sensuous strokes. Sheri's clit vibrated wildly at the stimulation. Her pussy was flooding down her thighs as she throbbed with desire for him to get his wonderful prick into her cunt.
"I want it!" she pleaded. "I want it to stretch me wide. I want it in me down and fuck the hell out of me. Please, get it in there. I want more than a skinny finger. I want that great, wide prick!"
She cried out in anguish and ecstasy as he brought the massive head against her slit and lunged it into the mouth of her cunt. He lodged the head into her hole, then shoved roughly to bury the heavy shaft in the soft, golden hairs of her pussy. Sheri looked down it the exciting view. It did look like a phone pole. It looked even more like one as she saw it buried in her. She felt the immense size, felt her cunt stretched once more by that fabulous cock. He began to pump slowly. She gasped with the delirious thrill. She writhed in the fantastic agony of his cock-size. She throbbed and trembled with the force of his fuck. Her body lay yielding and submissive to his driving passion. The blonde could hardly respond to him. She was too paralyzed with rapture to fuck back. She could only lie panting beneath him as he fucked them both toward oblivion. She was a shuddering mass of erotic sensation as he plowed her thoroughly.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhh, you're killing me. Keep killing me, baby. I want to die with that marvelous cock in me. Ohhhhhh!"
"Maybe I ought to take it easy," he gasped. "Maybe I ought to go easy on you. Damn it, I can't. You're too beautiful. My cock's been dreaming of getting this pussy all night. If Steven hadn't gotten you first, I'd have had you early at the party. I was about to come over for you when he started feeling you up. I stood there and went crazy, I was so horny for you. Ohhhhh, what a sweet little pussy! I just hope I don't tear it."
He didn't act like he was that worried. The cock drove with increasing fury at her. The blonde lay back in shuddering splendor as he fucked himself toward his climax. Sheri had been flooding her cum for some time. Actually, she was going trough her second orgasm, only they sort of ran together. She lay back, the room swirling about her, his massive cock the only reality to her as it rammed harder and harder into her cunt. She heard him gasp as the hot turn began to flow into her hole. She felt him shake with terrible passion and unload into her cunt.
She looked at Marianne now, a question in her eyes. The big brunette nodded and smiled. "Yes," she said. "You were asleep by the time he finished. Poor boy was frightened for a moment. He was afraid he'd killed you with his fuck. I made him listen to your breathing. That convinced him. He must have been almost as tired as you. As soon as he was sure you were okay, he dropped beside you and flaked out just as completely."
"I thought I'd never get him awake this morning," she continued. "I finally had to sit there and pump his cock until it was ready to fuck whether he woke up or not. I finally, got him awake enough to get in the bed with me. Honey, you sure found us one hell of a stud. I'm still glowing from him. That's more cock than I've ever taken in me, and I've taken an awful lot of prick in my time."
Sheri smiled, remembering the sensation of the great cock in her cunt. She rubbed her pussy a moment, then laughed at the brunette. She slipped to the bath for a quick refreshing shower. That might help, she thought. That might help her wake up. She was still trembling as she remembered all the cock she had taken in the last twenty-four hours.
Brent Richards came to her mind. He'd never believe it. Poor guy, only wanted one little piece of pussy. She'd refused him, yet here she was handing it out all over New Orleans. She stepped from the shower and toweled. Somehow, she felt no guilt at all. Strange, the blonde thought. She felt no guilt at how she was treating the man who wanted to marry her.