She felt his body tense as he realized how close she was to orgasm. His cock paused for one shuddering, screaming moment as she began to vibrate frantically. Then the lunging shaft went after her with more force than ever. She felt the hot presence of his cum bursting inside her. The blonde shook as her body exploded with an enormous climax. She sank weakly onto the wild prick and yielded her body to any desires he might have. She lay shimmering against him as he fucked her thoroughly. She gasped at the length of his ejaculation. Damn! He must not have fucked for months to have all that jizz built up. She gloried in his passion, glowed from his lust.
They both slid softly to the floor as he emptied his pecker. They crumpled into a heap, wrapped in each other. Their bodies glowed with the satisfaction of the fuck. Their breathing slowly returned to normal as they caressed each other in soft, adoring strokes. She smiled contentedly, her body warm and cuddly against him. She kissed him gently and smiled though the golden haze that swelled over her.
"What the hell's your name?" she asked. She had to ask it. Anybody who could give her that good a fuck should have a name. He laughed as she snuggled her against her chest. He patted her buff affectionately and laughed again.
"Does it matter?" he asked.
"Yes," Her eyes met his. "It matters to me. When I think back on this, I don't want to say, 'Old whoever-he-was sure gave a good fuck.'"
"Steven," he told her, formally offering her his hand. "Steven Abramson. Think you'll remember that?"
"I want to," she answered. "One day I'll see one of your books. I can buy it and keep it by my bed in memory of your cock." They laughed and rolled playfully about the floor.
"When you two get through messing around down on the floor, we'd like td have you go with us," Marianne's voice cut in from above them. Sheri looked up into her friend's amused face.
"We're going out on Bourbon Street," the brunette told her. "All of us. We'll take the party with us. Let's go see what's happening out there. We'll come back later and let the party get raunchy."
CHAPTER SIX
The crowd and the noise had increased tenfold. It was difficult enough to make their way along Dumaine Street. When they reached the intersection of Bourbon, the throngs were almost impassable. They shouldered their way slowly along, joining the festive crowd. Booze flowed about the streets as everyone carried at least one large cup of liquor. The sweet smell of pot mingled with the alcohol to lend an almost intoxicating aroma to the streets.
Sheri felt men's hands constantly drawing across her tits as they made their way through the wall-to-wall people. The earthy sounds of jazz wailed from the open doors of bars. The loud shouts of strip-show barkers mingled into the music. Roy led them slowly along, finally getting them into one of the bars. They never made it to the interior. The packed mob only allowed them to stand in the door and watch an overweight stripper parade her underexposed and over proclaimed body. Sheri shuddered at the lack of taste. Roy leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"Shit! We've got a hell of a lot more tit and pussy with us than she ever thought about having."
He laughed and led them back into the street. A couple of seamen grabbed her and tried to separate her from the party. The blonde had a moment of concern as she felt herself lifted into the air and rough hands pawing her tits and up beneath her skirt. Fortunately Roy was able to pull her back from the drunken captors as Steven threatened to pull a knife if there was any trouble. She was still weak in the knees as they pushed farther into the depths of the mob.
"Let's, get them to fuck us in the middle of the street," Marianne whispered into Sheri's ear. The blonde looked over in shock at the suggestion. Her friend's eyes showed that the brunette was completely serious about it. She watched Marianne pull Roy's wife over and whisper in the redhead's ear. Kit smiled broadly and nodded her eager agreement. The word went from ear to ear among the girls. Sheri realized that all the others were in agreement with the proposal. She wanted to stay out of it. At least, part of her wanted to stay out of it. Another part of her was just as eager as the other women.
Marianne nodded to them all as a signal. The brunette grabbed Steven and pulled him to her. Sheri watched Kit reach out for another of the men. All the girls were grabbing for a man. What the hell? the blonde decided. She stepped against the nearest male, who happened to be Roy. She grabbed him at the groin and rubbed herself against him.
"Fuck me!" she said. She saw him gasp in surprise. His eyebrows raised in question.
"Soon as we get home," he agreed, beginning to start pushing their way back towards his apartment.
"No," Sheri corrected him. "Here. Right now."
"In the middle of the street?" His face showed incredulity. His eyes seemed unable to comprehend until he saw the other men caressing the girls and either lifting skirts or opening slacks. "You've got to be kidding!" he said in a husky voice.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Sheri asked as she lifted her skirt for him. She was gad she hadn't bothered to pull her pantyhose back on after fucking Steven. All Roy would hive to do would be to slide his cock past the tiny bikini panties and fuck away into her pussy. She unzipped his pants and reached inside for his prick. It hadn't gotten fully hard yet. The blonde smiled and caressed it inside the pants. She wouldn't pull his cock out until Roy was ready. No need to embarrass him by holding his limp tool out in public.
"You girls will do anything, won't you?" he smiled in admiration as he watched a similar scene-taking place around him. "I believe you mean it. You'd really let us screw you in the middle of Bourbon Street."
"Sure," Sheri assured him. "If you don't believe us, just get those cocks up our pussies and we'll show you."
She saw the slow realization dawn on him. This wasn't just a come-on. They weren't just teasing the men. The girls were all dead set on fucking in public. His cock began to harden for real now. He reached down and brought a hand beneath the blonde's skirt. His palm cupped her butt as he stepped closer to her, letting his cock get hard enough for her to begin easing it out of his fly.
"One thing for sure," he laughed. "It'll beat the hell out of any of those two-bit shows going on inside the bar. Why pay tree-fifty for a watered-down drink to watch a too-fat or too-skinny broad show what she hasn't got? Shit! You can stand in the street and see a gorgeous hunk of pussy get screwed."
He laughed again, his cock jumping in her hand as she led it beneath her skirt.
Roy held her ass with both hands while she rubbed her pussy against the head of his pecker. The blonde had never fucked standing up. She had tried it once in the shower with her musician. They hadn't been able to do it and had gotten out and fucked, soaking wet, on the bed. Sheri wondered if it could be done. Perhaps in the street, where the man could get better footing than on the slippery floor of a shower, they might be able to manage. She was willing to give it a try. The other girls were trying, too. Sheri looked around and saw them all with cocks either at the lips or inside their cunts. Marianne already had Steve in her and was on tiptoes against the boy, bouncing her cunt back and forth on his cock.
"Hey, man!" some boy called from beside them. "Look here! These cats have their own orgy right out in the middle of the street!"
"Fuck her, buddy!" another voice called out. "We're pulling for you, man. Fill that cunt up for me."
They laughed around the group and shouted words of encouragement. Sheri felt a shiver of excitement ripple through her at being the center of attention. She saw two of the spectators motion to a pair of girls, talk with them a moment, then bring them over to join with Roy's party. Even the men who had not been able to find some girl willing to join in were openly or unconsciously holding their cocks in their hands.