"Ooooo!" the girl screamed as a thousand explosions went off inside her. "Ahhhhh! It's beautiful! It's magnificent! Keep fucking! Let's go at it! Get her, Roy! Fuck her tail off! Suck me, sweet Kit! Suck my pussy until I pass out! Ooooo! There I go! Ooooo, Lord! There I go!"
Her two partners joined her frenzy. Roy drove his cock in with slower but more powerful lunges. The redhead trembled with each monster thrust. Her anus shook as they held Sheri's thighs. She reached trembling hands up for Sheri's tits and rolled them about in passionate ecstasy. All three tossed about the bed. All three bodies writhed and leaped in the throes of exploding passion. Sheri felt her orgasm build up, then come rolling through her. She was pinned flat against the bed for a moment in the intensity of the climax. She lay helpless, shuddering as wave after wave of rapture swept through her body. She pulled at the covers. She clawed at the red hair beneath her even as she watched Roy bite frantically into the woman's tanned and luscious shoulder. The three of them shook in a final series of spasms, then slowly calmed as the orgasms ran their courses. They collapsed in a heap, their bodies tangled in a confusion of legs, of tits and thighs.
"Mmmmm," Kit purred, one hand on her husband's cock, the other on the blonde's tits. "Ooh, that was the best lunch I've had in a long, long time."
Sheri lay quietly, warmed by the touch of a hand on her cunt, another on her ass. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, about to drift into sleep.
She sat up suddenly. Lunch! Kit had mentioned lunchtime. Marianne would have been waiting for her for quite a while. The brunette may have panicked by now, fearing all sorts of terrible things that could happen to a lone girl in a strange city. The blonde struggled to disentangle herself from the other two and slipped her legs off the bed. Kit opened her eyes and stared up in question.
"I was supposed to meet a friend before lunch," Sheri explained. "I didn't realize it was that time already."
"It's well past that time," the redhead laughed. "He'd have given up long ago. You should have brought him along. Next time, please do. It's even more fun with four."
"It's a she," Sheri admitted. "I was supposed to be back when she finished getting her portrait done. Oh, I know she's panicked and gone to the police about me."
"Oh, come on!" Roy laughed. "No one gets worried about a girl wandering off. Not in New Orleans. Not at Mardi Gras. She probably assumed that you found some cock you liked and went after some for herself."
Sheri insisted that she had to go look for her friend. The couple smiled patiently as her as they lay cuddled together on the bed. They watched the girl dress quickly and prepare to leave.
"We're having a party tonight," Kit called after her. "We have parties every night during Carnival. You and your friend are welcome anytime. You remember that. The real action at Mardi Gras is in the bedroom, not out on the street. Come by any night. We'll show you a hell of a time."
"I'll bet you will," the girl laughed as she stepped back to the bed and kissed them both. "I'll just bet you will. Don't be surprised if you do see us."
She hesitated a moment, then patted them each on the ass and left. As she went out the door, she heard noises from the bedroom as though the sensuous couple were getting ready for another fuck. Damn, she thought. Didn't Roy ever give out?
She walked rapidly back to the Square. Marianne wasn't at the portrait artist's display. Neither was the artist. She stood there helplessly, trying to decide how to look for her friend. Would Marianne have gone to the police? Was she there now, along with the artist? She was about to look for a policeman, when the pen and ink artist whom she had watched earlier looked up.
"Looking for the big brunette?" he asked. Seeing her excited nod, he went on. "She said not to wait for her. He took her to his apartment. They said it was to do some nude sketches."
Sheri laughed at the way he emphasized that they "said" they had gone to make some sketches. Marianne was getting hers for the morning as well. Except, she reminded herself, it was afternoon. Well, she couldn't see much to be gained by standing round the rest of the day waiting on Marianne.
"Tell her I went back to the hotel," she called to the artist, then made her way back around the Square. She ignored the constant hawking of the portrait artists. She didn't speak to the three men who tried to strike up a conversation with her. She wanted a bath just now. She wanted to soak in the tub for a long, long time. Then she wanted to lie, stretched out, on the soft, cool sheets of her bed. Then, maybe then, she would think about the party they had been invited to for tonight.
She made it through the crowds which now packed the streets. She filled her tub and stretched out in the welcome warmth of the water. What the hell had happened to her? This was the Sheri she thought she had left behind two years ago. This was the Sheri who got herself hurt badly because of a man who had a magical cock. She had convinced herself that fucking was only a small part of life, even a smaller part of love. She had looked, not for a good partner in bed, but for a good man. That was how Brent had appealed to her.
Damn! Damn! Now she was back where she had started. She was an easy mark for any horny bastard with a big hunk of meat. She couldn't have that. She would not allow it. Under no conditions would she go back to that.
She thought about the party at Roy and Kit's for tonight. She couldn't tell Marianne about it. The brunette would insist they go. She could imagine how a party at the home of that sexy pair would end up. Everybody would be fucking everybody else in one grand orgy. Sheri shuddered at the thought. Damn! She was shuddering in horror or disgust. She was shuddering in anticipation. No! She couldn't let herself even think about that. That was a dead end! That was trouble!
As she finished her bath and went in to stretch out across the bed, she was still talking herself out of it. The last thought, however, before she went to sleep was about what she should wear. What had she brought that was appropriate for an orgy?
CHAPTER FOUR
"Now aren't you glad I talked you into this?" Marianne sat and bounced lightly on the bed as she faced Sheri. "Where's all that worry you had? Nothing like Carnival to rid of all your hang-ups. Especially the ones on sex."
The blonde shuddered. She wasn't sure just how glad she was. Apart of her life she had thought had been buried was surfacing again. She'd been nineteen, just out of secretarial school. He was a musician, playing guitar and singing in the city's most popular combo. She had started going to the club where he played on weekends with the other girls from her apartment house. She had sat close to the band, staring at him in rapt attention. He smiled at her, directly at her, while he played. Her body tingled wildly every time he smiled at her, every time his eyes dropped over her body with that appreciative sparkle.
She moved in with him. She moved in with him after the first night he asked her to wait for him after the club closed. She drove them to his apartment and walked eagerly beside him as he took her inside. He lost no time in getting her in the bed, in getting that magnificent cock of his into her cunt. He fucked her all night. He fucked her all day Sunday. Sunday evening she went back to her small efficiency and packed her few belongings. By Monday morning they were thoroughly moved in together.
It lasted over a year, lasted far longer than the arrangements girls made with other boys in the combo. Sheri had become a fixture in the corner booth as the band played, each weekend. During the week she stayed home, always awaking as he climbed into bed beside her, always ready to take his big prick into her cunt. She had gotten so accustomed to fucking. It had become such a natural part of her life with its daily explosions of passion. She wouldn't have thought of going without fucking for a day than she would of going without food. Even when she was in her period, she made sure he didn't miss her pussy. She sucked his cock once or twice a day, always throbbing in anticipation of the first night her flow would be soft enough to allow the beautiful pecker back into her cunt.