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.
CHAPTER NINE
"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!