"Did something frighten you? I swear, you're white as a sheet."
"No, no!" Sheri lied. "I'm all right. Really. I just remembered, though. We have a party to attend tonight. A couple I met today, a couple who live in the Quarter, invited us by their apartment tonight for a party. I have to warn you, though. They're a pretty raunchy pair, so there's no telling what we'll run into."
"You talked me into it!" Marianne answered. She hugged the blonde against her huge tits and kissed Sheri on the cheek. "Lead on. If the party gets rough, we'll stay."
CHAPTER FIVE
The huge tits seemed even more magnificent as his hands groped them frantically. Roy bent his body so he could suck and kiss their voluptuous beauty while he slowly stroked his cock across Marianne's clit.
"Ohhh, what a woman!" he sighed. "What a hell of a woman. Each cunt is a double handful. Damn! You're a soft, sweet cunt."
Sheri stood watching in amazement. The other guests at the party seemed only casually interested that the artist was fucking the brunette in the middle of the festivities. They glanced over to the couch only occasionally, keeping up their running conversation, their constant drinking. Only the blonde appeared to feel there way anything out of the ordinary in the fuck.
Roy had been attracted to the brunette from the moment Sheri brought her into the party. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the way her knockers filled out even the loose-fitting kaftan. He greeted Sheri with a warm embrace, patting her ass affectionately as he kissed her, then turning back to the brunette as the blonde girl made the introduction.
"You fuck as good as your friend?"
That was his first response to being introduced. Sheri shuddered at his abruptness, then saw the intrigued smile that stole across Marianne's face. As they were led back into the apartment with its chaos of conversation, dancing and drinking, the larger girl whispered her approval in her friend's ear.
"I like him," she told Sheri. "I think this will be a fun party. Sure looks like I can get a taste of Roy's cock when I want it."
She shook her tits in anticipation as they walked back to the small bar. Her eyes sparkled. Sheri realized that the big girl was really quite beautiful when she let herself respond like this.
They mixed their own drinks, then wandered about the party. Sheri ducked out of several embraces as most of the men focused their attentions on her. She chatted happily, relieved to be in the safety of the apartment rather than in the streets where no telling how many gangs like the one she had seen earlier might be out looking for unaccompanied women. By the second drink she was beginning to respond to the attention of the men, standing beside them and letting them cuddle her against their sides while they chatted. She was nestled against a young blond man, an aspiring writer who supported himself driving tourists in the old buggies around town. He had finally broken into print with a couple of articles for travel magazines and was convinced that fame lay just ahead of him.
She realized the Marianne was no longer with her and looked around for the brunette. Sheri gasped as she spotted her friend. Roy had gotten the big girl onto a couch and was fondling her marvelous tin, the kaftan pulled up to Marianne's waist and his hands reaching farther up beneath it to play happily with the excitedly heaving tin. His cock throbbed against his pants, its erect passion obvious through the tight trousers. His mouth was damped over the girl's face. His cheeks showed the intensity with which he sucked her breath from her. Marianne's face was just as active beneath his kiss. The brunette was tonguing the hell out of him. Sheri watched the big girl's hands reach along Roy's thighs until they found his cock. She closed her grip on the pulsing rod and held it tightly as she pumped it slowly and sensuously. The artist dropped one hand from her tits and reached inside her peach-colored panties. Sheri gasped as she saw a finger slip inside the brunette's pussy and caress her clit luxuriously. Marianne stirred softly in his arms. She drew back from his lips and looked mistily into his eyes.
"Ooohhh," she smiled. "You play around down there, you'd better mean business."
"You've got your hand on my cock," Roy answered. "Does it feel like I'm not ready to back up anything I try?"
"Tell you in just a minute," Marianne laughed. She unzipped his pants and pulled the shimmering cock out. Her hand wrapped about it lovingly. She pulled the skin back along the shaft, revealing the reddening meat. The brunette studied his cock, then looked back up at Roy. "Mmmmmm," she answered. "Maybe so. I'll give you a chance anyway. That cock looks like it's worth being given an opportunity to prove itself."
She stoked his prick with one hand while her other hand reached beyond it and slipped into his fly. Sheri saw the way she worked his balls until he was shaking in demand for the girl. The blonde let her young companion step behind her and hold her against himself. His hands came over her tits and held them adoringly while she watched the scene on the couch. His cock was hard against her ass as he moved her slightly from side to side so that ass and prick rubbed slowly and deliciously against each other.
Ray lifted the kaftan farther, then impulsively lifted it over the brunette's head. Marianne struggled out of it and reached back for his pants. She tugged at his belt, then got his pants open and shoved them down to reveal his cock and balls frilly to her caresses. Her body shuddered as the artist buried his face into her heaving tits as the men around them each took a good look at the massive globes. Sheri watched their reaction to the size of Marianne's jugs. They looked the brunette over thoroughly, then turned back to their own conversations. If the couple wanted to fuck in the middle of the party, no one had any objections or felt surprise. Only the blonde stood staring in fascination at them. The man behind her was not watching the couple an the couch. He was too busy reaching up Sheri's blouse and fondling her firm, ripe tits while kissing and nuzzling her neck and ears. His cock was throbbing more passionately against the firm flesh of her ass, its desire as apparent as the hot breath on her shoulder.
Roy slipped the peach panties down. Marianne kicked them free and guided his cock to her pussy. The big head eased into the lush growth of black hair and planted itself into the lips of her cunt. He held it just inside her slit and rubbed it sensuously over her cunt.
"Ooohhh," the brunette moaned. "That feels like a nice hunk of meat. Sure can turn my pussy on."
"I'll do more than turn your pussy on," Roy assured her. "Soon as I get you oiled enough, I'm going to turn that cunt inside out."
He resumed his sucking on her tits. He caught one of the matchless just in both hands and held it to his lips. His hands turned it while he sucked and tongued at the hard nipple. Sheri could see the passion smoldering in Marianne's eyes as she lay back and let her body tremble in anticipation. The brunette's lips were parted, saliva glistening along her mouth as she twisted in ecstasy beneath his play.
"Go on, man!" the blond writer urged from behind Sheri. He was watching after all. He was watching with the girl and letting the passion from the couch flow through their bodies. "Get, in her. Bury that cock in her pussy! You're driving both of us crazy by taking so long. Ball her, man! Fuck that big thing off her!"
He hadn't said it loud enough for Roy to hear. He only whispered it so that Sheri could be aroused by his words. He said it to encourage his own cock as it lunged against the blonde's butt. Sheri leaned back against him, her body yielding and pliant in his hands. Her tits swelled against his caress. Her breath came in short gasps, excited both by his embrace and by the fuck in front of them.
"Ahhhhh!" Roy gasped. He buried his cock in Marianne's soft pussy, then began to thrust in long, easy strokes. "Uhhhhh, that's a hell of a cunt, baby. You've sure the hell got all the equipment. I knew your tits could drive a man crazy, but your pussy's just as good."