"Ooohhh, what sweet tits," the brunette murmured as she sucked Sheri's jugs slowly and deeply. "I was almost afraid to suggest this. Did you know that? I've wanted to suck you from the first day we met. To be honest, that's why I asked you to come down to Mardi Gras with me."
The blonde lay alongside the larger girl. Her hands were filled with Marianne's mammoth knockers. She licked at a nipple, then slipped it in her mouth and sucked back. She was not sure exactly how they had ended up in bed together. It had just seemed to happen. She'd been standing beside the chesty brunette as they both searched the closet, trying to decide what to wear out into the streets on Carnival Day.
"We could stay in here and suck pussy," Marianne laughed.
Sheri couldn't remember who made the first move. It just seemed like an excellent idea to them both at the time. Before either of them were quite aware of it they were in bed together, equally naked, and going after each other's tits with wild excitement.
"Mmmmm," Sheri sighed, fondling one enormous tit with both hands and letting her tongue coat it with her saliva. "Oh, they're so huge, so magnificent. No wonder the men all chase you. Any man who can get this healthy a woman satisfied has proved himself."
"That's my problem," the brunette complained. "I get the men who have to prove something. They're the ones who go after big tits, you know. I read it somewhere. That's what some psychiatrist said."
"What about those who want little tits?" the blonde asked, still caressing Marianne's tits in awe and pulling them forward to show the dramatic cleavage on the brunette. "Don't they want to prove anything?"
"Not in the same way," Marianne answered. "Not that you can claim to be one of them. Your tits are huge, compared to most women. More than that, you are so firm. Damn, they stand straight up even when you lay down. Mine spread all over when I'm on my back. At least they do until somebody gets them all excited. Then they're as firm as they look in a bra."
"Too much talking, it seems to me," Sheri commented. "Let's cut so much idle conversation and get at the cunt-suck."
"No complaints from me on that," Marianne assured her.
The brunette went after her with renewed vigor. She caressed and cuddled them. She sucked and tongued them. She worked Sheri into a sensuous frenzy. The blonde buried her face between the mammoth tits in front of her. She pulled them against her cheeks and blew into the crevice, feeling the excited shudder that brought from the big girl. They wiled slowly back and forth as they sucked and caressed.
"Mmmm," Marianne moaned again and slipped her face farther down Sheri's body. "Now to get a taste of that sweet pussy."
She kissed down the blonde's tummy. She paused with the growing despite her friend was drawing from her. She let her lips follow the brunette's lead, sucking firmly en Marianne's navel, then easing down into the lush black hairs over the girl's cunt. The strong smell of woman filled her nostrils as it came wrapped in the softer odor of cologne. Sheri inhaled deeply as her lips brushed though the cunt hair. Her hands stroked along her friend's thighs, massaging the satin skin until Marianne was shaking and writhing beside her.
"Ohhh!" the big girl gasped. "Ohhhhh, baby! You're driving me crazy! Honestly, you are the softest, sweetest little fluff of female I've ever seen. Damn! I get horny just looking at you. Give me this exquisite body of yours against me and I go crazy. Mmmmmm! Keep that up! Get on over my big, happy cunt. Suck it, baby. Suck me till I go mad!"
Both mouths went over cunts. The girls fastened their mouths tightly against each crotch and sucked and exhaled into the panting cunts. Sheri blew and sucked rapidly, excited by the intensity of Marianne's response. Her friend wrapped her thighs about the blonde's head and rolled her on the bed. They trembled against each other, sucking more and more luxuriously as they tossed. The blonde felt the muscles pulsing in her friend's thighs, felt the shuddering spasms of the big girl's pussy, felt her own rapid response to the brunette's passionate tongue.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned. Sheri continued to follow the lead of the larger girl. She shuddered in delight at the touch of a finger along the crease between her buttocks. She jumped with quick ecstasy as Marianne fingered over her bung. She gasped as the finger pressed into her tender shitter and slithered along the passage of her ass. She sent her own trembling finger into the velvet asshole of the brunette and pumped as sensuously as her asshole was being massaged from within. They gasped and writhed in delight, pussy and ass equally alive with fiery delight.
"Uhhhhh!" Marianne's moaning sounded from between her legs. "Uhhhhh!"
The larger girl was shaking madly. They clung together, letting the surging passion sweep through them, delirious with the mounting ecstasy. They finger-fucked each other's asses into shimmering pleasure. They sucked each other's pussies into quivering insanity. The girls wiled and wrestled about the bed, their senses swirling in a blaze of flashing, blinding light. They gasped in relief as each felt orgasm pound to its culmination then finally they lay reined and warm in each other's embrace.
"Ohhhh, baby!" Marianne smiled. "You're as good as I expected. No wonder all the men chase around after that pussy of yours. Ohhh, will I ever remember this!"
"You big, lusty wench!" the blonde laughed. "You could turn on a man, the way you suck a cunt. Mmmmmm, I'm still glowing all over."
The girls lay in the bed and petted for another ten minutes. Finally they decided it was time to get out into the street if they planned to see any of the remaining festivities of the day. Reluctantly they dressed and took the elevator down to the lobby. The streets were swarming with even larger crowds than the day before. Sheri gasped in surprise at the appearance of the people. Most of them were costumed, the outfits ranging from glorious to ridiculous.
The girl laughed at a middle-aged man approaching them. The guy was clad in a woman's short gown, complete with bikini panties. His chest was wearing a huge bra that he had apparently stuffed with Kleenex. He walked up directly in front of Sheri and looked at her tits as they thrust provocatively against the light sweater.
"I'll let you feel mine," he laughed, "if you let me feel yours."
Before the girl could answer, he reached out and gabbed one of her tits in each hand. He felt them up thoroughly, a pleased smile stuck on his lips. Sheri stepped back in surprise, then joined in his good-natured fun. She arched her back and thrust her tits against his caresses while reaching out and playfully squeezing the tissue-stuffed bra. She impulsively leaned up and kissed him, then walked quickly past him. Marianne laughed over at her and winked. The brunette showed her approval of the change in the blonde during these few days. Sheri had gotten into the swing of Mardi Gras. She was as freewheeling as anyone along the streets.
The girls walked towards Canal Street behind two men in nun's habits. The pair had cut the skirts short – very short. They were short enough to show that only jock straps were being worn beneath. Sheri laughed at the incongruity of the high-necked habits, and the hairy display of leg. Bare, white ass showed in flashes with each step.
The girl followed them to the parade, saw the final few floats of Rex, then made their way back trough the throngs.
Their tits were sore from the constant caresses by the time they finally reached Roy and Kit's apartment. The spirit of the day was unbelievable. Everyone was playing the let-yourself-go scene. Anyone that was attracted to a girl's tits seemed to think it perfectly acceptable to show his appreciation by walking up and grabbing hold. A few even grabbed the crotch of the blonde. Just as many kept feeling over her ass. Sheri decided that perhaps the tight slacks had been a mistake. What the hell, she reminded herself. It was Carnival!
The apartment was in utter chaos. The door was open to the street so that anyone, known or unknown, could walk in and have a drink. Sheri spotted Kit in the back of the crowded room and made her way through the hands that kept gabbing cunt and ass. The redhead hugged her and kissed her as she pulled them back into the bedroom and closed the door. She shuddered in relief as she turned to the girls.
"Whew!" she panted. "I'm glad you gills came by. It gives me a chance to get out of that mob for a few minutes. Hey! Why aren't you in costume?"
"We didn't bring anything," Marianne answered. "Think you could help us out?"
"No problem," the redhead answered. Kit walked to a closet and began pulling out hangers with all sorts of strange outfits on them. "These, I've accumulated over the years," she told them.
She tossed a pair of black stage-hose at Sheri, then black bikini panties of glistening satin. Next came a skimpy black bra. "Get those on," she told the girl. "I'll find you a head-dress to go with it. Oh, and try these boots." The glittering boots were followed by a sheath and sword. "You might hang this around those hips," Kit laughed. "At least you'd look like you had some protection."
Sheri hesitated. This outfit in the streets would be an open invitation to rape, wouldn't it? Damn! Display her body in this set of bra and panties and she'd have to be ready for more than the constant feel-ups that had been going on already. She looked up at the red-haired woman with her resistance written on her face.
"Oh, don't be so stuffy!" Kit laughed. "Just don't get out of this block. That way we came come defend you if you need help."
"Come on!" Marianne urged. "I dare you!"
Her eyes sparkled at Sheri. The blonde shrugged and walked to the dresser. She slowly slipped out of her sweater and slacks. Bra and panties followed. She turned around to see what Marianne might have had selected for her voluptuous body. No way they could let the brunette try to get all of her tits into any outfit as skimpy as the one supplied Sheri, no one that had been designed to fit the slender redhead. The blonde gasped as she saw a man's face peering around the door and watching her. She realized that even turning back away wouldn't help. The mirror was just behind her. That's what the bastard had been doing! He'd been looking at her tits and pussy in the mirror as she undressed!
"What the hell you looking for, buddy?" she snarled.
Kit looked up and saw him. The red-haired woman stepped to the door and slammed it, almost catching his head in it. She turned back to Sheri and smiled.
"That's the way it goes at Carnival," she laughed. "No privacy, even in your own bedroom."
Sheri didn't feel like taking it so lightly. Damn the man, anyway! Then she began to laugh at herself. Shit! Last night she was running around the apartment naked as a jaybird. Why complain because some man peeped in the bedroom today while she was dressing? For all she knew, he could be one of the men at the party last night. Hell, he may have fucked her during the round robin. The young blonde felt ashamed of her sudden prudishness. She shrugged her shoulders at Kit and looked over at Marianne. Then she really began to laugh.
The brunette was wearing tight shorts that towed her ample ass magnificently. Her enormous topside was partially covered with a peculiar sort of vest, the kind worn by priests. The narrow black material hung from a priest's collar and covered part of her jugs. The remainder of the great tits were lusciously visible around the sides. A brunette was perched jauntily on Marianne's head. Sheri had to grab hold of the edge of the dresser as she laughed hysterically. The brunette was magnificently funny in that outfit.
"We thought it would be nice for the two of you to go as saint and sinner," Kit told her. "As soon as you get dressed, I'll make your face up as Satan. The two of you ought to attract plenty of attention. Perhaps you'll even get your pictures on TV. You'll sure be the sexiest pair out there."
"I thought the parades were almost over," Sheri commented as she began to pull the hose up her legs. "We've just come from Rex. Isn't Comus the last of the parades?"
"Last of the society part of Mardi Gras," Kit answered. "Now the people take over. The real Carnival is just ready to begin. They'll be selecting the 'Queen of Carnival' right down Dumaine at Bourbon in a while. The real 'Queen'. This one won't be some society girl from the blue noses. This one will be a bonafide queen, queer as they come. After that the 'People's Parade' will start right there on Chartres and wind through the Quarter. Carnival is only just beginning."
Sheri slipped the satin bikini on and stood in front of the minor while Kit fastened the skinny wisp of a bra about her. A cape of filmy black lace was attached to her neck and allowed to drape over her shoulders and down to her ass. The material was almost transparent, not concealing anything. It merely gave a dark, seductive film over her heaving tits. They hung the scabbard and sword over her hips, adjusting the silver chain so that it hung low and sensuous against her thigh.
"Your phallic symbol." Kit laughed, patting the sword. She had found a headdress suitable for the blonde and set the dramatic collection of jet-black feathers on Sheri's head. "Now let's see the two of you together," she laughed as she turned the blonde around and made a few minor adjustments.
Marianne's eyes told Sheri what the brunette thought of the wild costume. They waited impatiently while Kit got her make-up kit and began working on the young girl's face. The redhead emphasized the sharp lines and blended over the softness. Sheri felt a shock as she turned back to view the woman's work in the mirror. She would hardly have recognized herself. She looked evil! She looked seductive, sexy, luscious and absolutely wicked! Her body tingled at her appearance. She turned and let Kit usher the two of them through the living-room party. The redhead held them at the door for a moment as Roy joined them.
"You girls stay close by," he cautioned. "The way you look I want you for myself. Anyone give you too much trouble, scream out and we'll be out to help you."
The girls smiled their thanks and stepped out into the street. The gay community was preparing for its part of the festival. Richly robed men wore walking along, their hair done up in unbelievable fashion. Jewelry glittered from the hair. Sequins sparkled on the elaborate robes. Some of their headdress was well up to the second floor of the buildings as they marched slowly along the street. The two girls stood and gaped at the twisting young attendants for each of them.
"I can't believe it!" Sheri gasped. "I've never seen anything like this! They really are? I mean, they are actually…"
"Gay?" the brunette laughed. "Absolutely. You think anyone else would have the guts to wear such outfits?"
The gays weren't the only ones wearing dramatic costumes. The girls nudged each other and laughed at a well-endowed woman approaching them. She was wearing a very chic, almost tailored long gown. She had, however, cut two large holes in the front and had stuck her tits through them. The man accompanying her was wearing a white tie and tails. As the couple passed them, the girls doubled over in laughter. The man had cut the seat completely out of his pants. He wasn't even wearing shorts underneath. They roared with laughter at the way his sparkling white buttocks glistened through the great circles cut into the tails of the formal coat. They watched the other spectators watch the couple, watched the men eye the luscious tits while the couple were approaching them, watched the hysterical double-take as the man's bare ass flashed by.
Sheri and Marianne were carried down the street by the press of the crowd. The whole street seemed to be moving on down towards the intersection where a reviewing stand had been built to display the "Queen of Carnival" candidates. They struggled against the press of the mob, determined not to get far from the security of Roy and Kit.
Sheri suddenly gasped in shock. She looked again, then yet again. She couldn't be sure. It sure the hell looked like him though. He wasn't a queer when she lived with him, but he sure looked like one now. Her musician, at least she thought it was her guitarist, was marching along in attendance to one of the Queen candidates. Sheri slipped along the street, struggling to get a clear glimpse of him. The nose was the same. It was the same profile she had seen so many mornings as she prepared to go to work while he slept deeply in the bed. She felt a shudder in her chest. No! It couldn't be! Still, she had to know! She needed to know.
She slipped through the crowd, trying to overtake them. Marianne's voice called from behind her. She ignored it and plunged into the crowd. The headdress of the Queen turned out Chartres Street. The blonde turned the corner and followed, struggling against the flow of the crowd. She finally made it abreast of the Queen and her or his attendants as they reached St. Philip and turned again. She slipped closer, close enough now to speak to him. She saw the boy turn towards her. She waited expectantly, waited to meet his eye. Then her throat caught a lump. As he looked at her face-on, she realized it wasn't him. Damn! He had looked so much like him. So much like him.
Sheri turned to return to Marianne. As she did, she felt a pressure against her side. She gasped and looked up, into the face of the tall hoodlum from last night. He smiled lewdly down at her. His friends were now an either side of her.
"Take it easy, baby," he said softly. "You go with us, or I use this knife on you. Understand?"