Chapter 10
Over their obscene costumes, Lynn and her sexy roommate wore luxurious fur coats. It was warm enough for them to wear something lighter, but both women loved the soft, sensual feel of the fur caressing their nearly naked bodies.
Finding a cab was no problem, and the wild-looking ladies were soon on their way down to Ginny Roberts' West Village loft. The air inside the cab was permeated with the strongly sexual scents of Lynn and Beverly's perfumed skin. As the cab sped along, the two women chatted aimlessly. Lynn filled her friend in on some of the details about Dave Talbert and his marvelous fianc‚.
The two passengers were talking in hushed tones, knowing the partition between them and the driver would make it impossible for him to hear their private conversation. After a few blocks, Lynn's eyes motioned to the driver's rear view mirror. Beverly followed her roommate's glance. The cabbie was spying on them through his mirror.
"I hope we're dressed properly," Beverly said very loudly, unbuttoning the front of her coat.
Bev spoke loud enough to get the driver's attention. Sitting a a red light, his eyes were glued to the mirror on the windshield. The old man watched as the swollen melons of Beverly's tits came into view. When she pulled back the folds of her coat, she thought he was going to faint.
"So do I," Lynn announced, as she too undid the front of the sexy fur.
Both women worked hard to hold back howls of laughter as the old man's eyes widened with disbelief. Even in the semidarkness of the cab, Lynn's stunning tits were clearly visible. All around the taxi, angry car horns beeped, but the amazed cabbie couldn't tear his eyes off the sights in the back seat of his taxi.
"The light's changed," Beverly said, leaning towards the front seat. "Don't you think we ought to be going?" she asked, her voice deep and throaty.
"Yeah, yeah, lady. Right away," the old man stammered, his withered cock feeling new life throbbing between his legs.
Lynn was sure the old bastard was going to crack the cab up. His eyes focused on the rear view mirror, he hardly glanced at the street in front of him. Reading his name off the license, the young bitch spoke up again.
"Do you have a light, Herman?" she asked, holding an unlit cigarette between her long, tapered fingers.
"Sure, lady, sure!" Herman replied, eagerly searching for a pack of matches. "Here you go," he said, passing the book through the small opening in the glass partition.
"Aren't you going to light it for me?" Lynn asked innocently, trying her damnest out to break out laughing.
At the corner, the yellow cab stopped at another red light, and the driver struck a match on the cover of the book. His fingers shaking violently, he held the match through the opening, waiting for Lynn to lean towards it.
The young bitch watched Herman's hand tremble. It was fun making the old bastard horny. While an amused smile spread across Beverly's full lips, Lynn leaned into the flame, very slowly.
When the match was only an inch away from the tip of the cigarette, the beautiful woman covered the old man's hand with her own. She raked her sharp fingernails across his dried, ancient skin, smiling into his wrinkled face as warmly as she could.
But Herman was looking at only one thing. Lynn's tits. The old man had never seen a pair of boobs as wonderfully big and firm as hers in his entire life. They sure looked a hell of a lot different then his wife's cow udders.
Once again, the air was filled with the loud honking of angry drivers. But Lynn took her time, enjoying the supreme mastery she felt over the wretched little man. The driver's aging eyes licked at the heavy meat of her breasts, and Lynn could see a tiny drop of spit in the corner of his watering mouth.
"I think you'd better go ahead, Herman dear," Lynn told him, dragging her tongue across her full lips wantonly.
Beverly could see they were nearing their destination, and she didn't like the idea of Lynn having all the fun. With the folds of her dress held open, and making sure the driver was looking in his rear view mirror, Beverly undid the big, brass buckle holding her leather jacket closed.
Beverly laughed out loud as she saw the man's entire body jump to the sight of her unleashed breasts. Her hysterical laughter made those ripe melons of hers dance in all directions. Her nipples hardened to the sudden cool of the night air drying her sweaty tits.
But Lynn had no intention of being outdone by her roommate. With only a few more blocks to go, she reached over and took hold of one of the massive tits. Licking her lips like a slut, she lowered her mouth down onto the hardening nipple of her friend's right boob. Lynn's hungry lips filled the cab with wet, slurping sounds.
The cab screeched to a halt in front of Ginny Roberts' building. Their convulsing laughter ridiculing the broken down old man, Lynn and Beverly quickly rearranged their clothing. Tossing some bills through the opening in the glass partition, the two women climbed out into the street. The cab, and Herman sped away into the darkness of the cool night.
"I'll bet that old bastard really gives his old lady a hell of a good fucking tonight," Lynn snickered.
"Tonight?" Beverly asked, wiping the joyful tears from her eyes. "That old ass-hole won't make it till tonight. I'll bet you he's parked on some dark side street right now, jerking himself off."
But as they stepped into the modern lobby of the loft building, all thoughts of Herman and his cab faded from their minds. Above them in one of those expensive, cavernous garrets, a room full of cocks and cunts waited to be sucked and fucked, licked and eaten.
Stepping over to the intercom, Lynn pressed the button marked G. ROBERTS. The two women smiled as they waited for the reply. After a long delay, the din of a riotous party overflowed from the small intercom. An unrecognizable voice struggled to be heard above the noise.
"What's the secret word?" the drunken voice asked.
"We're friends of Ginny's," Lynn replied.
"Ginny! Ginny! Ginny!" he repeated happily. "That's the secret word. Enter!"
With that, a loud buzzing sound unlocked the building's front door. Without hesitating, the two women pushed their way into the inner lobby, and made for the elevator. It was a few minutes past ten as Lynn and Beverly stepped into the elevator. Soft, nondescript music played as they rose to the fifth floor.
"Sounds like one hell of a party," Beverly said, stepping out of the elevator into a tiny anteroom.
Lynn followed, her body responding to the blaring music and loud voices coming from the small room's only door. The young woman slipped out of her coat. She didn't want to spoil the impact of her incredible gown. Beverly did the same.
Standing before the door to Ginny's loft, both women looked more exquisite than they ever had before. Lynn, a wonderfully naked goddess floating in a soft, black mist. Beverly, a wanton mistress, her stunning body encased in black leather.
Lynn brought her finger to the doorbell, and pushed it. Almost immediately, the tiny anteroom was flooded with the sounds of pulsing, throbbing acid rock. The sudden barrage of sound was almost blinding, and it took the two women a moment to regain control of themselves.
And in that small moment, the whirling, crashing, soaring sights and sounds swallowed Lynn and Beverly. The women felt their coats being taken from them as brightly colored lights flashed in their eyes. Thousands of eyes stared at the fullness of their beautiful bodies. Thunderous music still echoed off the high walls and ceiling, yet the crowd had become strangely quiet.
The thin tip of a crudely rolled cigarette was pressed into Lynn's mouth, as she watched Beverly being led off into the crowd by a very handsome man, and a superbly beautiful woman. Each of them was holding one of the older woman's exquisite ass-cheeks. Lynn sucked on the grass hungrily, filling her lungs with the sweet, strong smoke.
A tremendously big-titted woman dressed in a pair of black bikini panties wrapped her naked arms around Lynn's, and slowly pulled the young woman into the very heart of the party. The room was incredibly large, and in its center, a live rock band played the most incredible music Lynn had ever heard.
Still taking lung-filling pulls of the pot, Lynn felt the beautiful woman on her arm sliding down onto some large comfortable pillows strewn across the floor. For the first time, the young secretary had a real chance to look at the girl with the largest pair of breasts she had ever seen.
The woman looked about thirty, with wonderfully fine-spun brown hair cascading down her lovely shoulders. The woman's face was angelic, untouched by the filthy world around her. Her tiny waist emphasized the utter bigness of those unbelievable boobs. The woman had a delicate ass, flaring out to excitingly full hips. Her long, graceful legs tapered down to slender ankles.
But above and beyond everything else were her tits. Her fingers trembling, Lynn wrapped both hands around one of the incredible woman's breasts. Her hard nipples looked the size of large walnuts.
"My name is Helena," the fat-titted woman said, whispering into Lynn's bombarded ear.
As she spoke, the very tips of her boobs pressed against Lynn's arm, sending electrical shocks throughout the young secretary's wonderful body.
Helena's fingers plucked the crudely rolled cigarette from Lynn's lips. As she sucked on the pot, the younger woman was amazed to see her tits grow even larger. Pulling the massive hunk of meat towards her mouth, Lynn tried to sink that hard brown nipple into her mouth. But Helena stopped her.
"Not yet, darling," the brown-haired goddess said. "I'm not ready yet. Soon you will suck my tits, but not yet."
Lynn Wallen's mind swirled in confusion. Her lips hungered for Helena's hard nipples, yet she was not allowed to suck them. The strange woman hadn't made Lynn remove her hands, and for the moment, the young secretary's fingers enjoyed the hardness of the mammoth glands. Relaxing against the soft pillows, Lynn sucked on the thin stem of a hash pipe, which magically appeared between Helena's fingers.
Beverly Stone was thrilled by the exciting party. From the moment she walked into the expensive loft, probing, feeling hands thrilled every inch of her scintillating flesh. And now, as the beautiful couple led her through the main room and into one of the small side rooms, Beverly was really starting to groove.
The room was bare except for a huge bed, and a night table. Candles lit the room, casting wild shadows on the strangely painted walls. As they walked into the private room, Beverly's ass had been well massaged by her two hosts.
"I think we're being very unfair to the other guests, Marni," the handsome guy told his beautiful girl friend. "This young lady is the most stunning woman in the whole place, and here we've greedily stashed her away for our own enjoyment."
"You're absolutely right, Eric," Marni agreed, stroking her hands over the straining leather of Bev's jacket. "But she's just so delightfully beautiful. After all, who could blame us?"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Beverly enjoyed the compliments shamelessly. She also enjoyed the feel of
Marni's experienced fingers on her confined tits. Crossing her legs gracefully, the thirty-eight-year-old bitch watched Eric fill his hash pipe.
"What's your name, you beautiful creature?" Marni asked, her fingers massaging the soft skin on Beverly's muscular belly.
"Beverly's my name, dear," the relaxing woman replied. "Why don't you push that hand of yours down a little lower," she added, humping her cunt up towards Marni's strong hand.
Eric lit the pipe and took a deep pull of it. Holding his breath, he passed the small, metal tubing to Beverly. Drawing in a great lungful of harsh smoke, she too held her breath just as long as possible. The longer hash smoke stays down, the higher you get. For the first time, Beverly really got a good look at her hosts.
Eric was tall and damn handsome. He was wearing an evening dress suit which was obviously very expensive. The strong features of his face were darkly tanned. Streaks of silver gray shone through his long, black hair.
Marni was Eric's perfect mate. like him, the woman was dressed in rather expensive clothes. Her gold lame gown was beautifully hand tailored. Again like her partner, Marni's tan as deep and luxurious. The silver in her auburn hair shimmered in the candle light.
Eric sat on one side of Beverly, and Marni sat on the other. The three adults relaxed on the side of the bed getting smashed out of their minds. Bev's hosts were teasing themselves with the woman's tits. They knew they could have them any time they wanted, yet they didn't undo the buckle holding her jacket closed. Before very long, Bev's leather top was damp from their many adorning kisses.
"I hope you like to fuck big cocks," Marni whispered in Beverly's ear, as her fingers found their way into the tight leather hot pants.
There was something very weird about Marni and Eric, and the bizarre atmosphere surrounding them turned Beverly on even more. The woman's expert fingers did wonderfully obscene things to the leather-clad bitch's pussy.
While Marni still worshiped Beverly's body, Eric stood up. Out of the corner of her eye, the free-lance writer watched the man undoing the belt of his pants. Tossing his expensive jacket into the corner, he quickly stripped off his pants.
Beverly's eyes widened when she saw the size of his underwear-covered cock. Know she understood what Marni meant by digging big cocks. The horny woman caught her breath as she watched him pull off the last small garment.
Beverly had never seen a shaft of meat quite like Eric's. She had fucked plenty of fat pricks in her time, but nothing could compare with the weapon standing out from between his legs. The swollen head looked the size of a baseball. Even in the dim light of the candle lit room, Beverly could see it glowing with red-hot lust.
"Isn't he just beautiful?" Marni asked, pushing her long tongue into Beverly's ear.
The thirty-eight-year-old bitch didn't know what to say as she watched the handsome man coming towards her. His fingers were wrapped around the monstrous cock like a club. Beverly estimated that the lethal-looking tool was a good ten inches long.
"I just love running my tongue all over that wild thing," Marni said, undoing Bev's pants. "But my cunt's just too small to take it in. After twelve years of marriage, I've never once fucked my husband."
Beverly was shocked by the woman's words, but she could certainly understand what she was talking about. Even with her own experienced cunt, Bev didn't know how the hell she would fit that horse prick into her belly. But with Marni's help she was sure as hell going to try. Before she knew it, Eric's loving wife had taken Beverly's pants off, and rolled down the top of her sheer pantyhose.
"Come on, darling," Marni cooed, grabbing hold of her husband's prick with her free hand. "This little whore has a nice wet cunt for you to fuck." And she dragged the head of Eric's prick between Beverly's legs.
Lying back on the comfortable bed, her tits still pinched by the tightness of her leather top, Beverly felt Eric's wife rubbing his prickhead against her quivering clit. Pressing against the entrance to her cunt, that massive pole of flesh felt even bigger than it looked.
Tremors of fear raced through Beverly's body as she imagined the harm a cock that size could do to her sensitive cunt. But the full, lusting effect of the hash was dulling her senses. The sexy tramp watched as Marni's face joined her husband's prick between Bev's legs. The horny woman thrilled to the soft, wet touch of the loving wife's tongue getting her ready for the assault.
Marni was a busy woman. With one hand, she stroked her husband's shaft to even greater strength. The other was busy finger fucking Beverly's wet hole. And to top it off, Marni's tongue lashed the burning head of Eric's cock and the throbbing clit horny for action.
Feeling the man's shaft being positioned at the mouth of her cunt, Beverly's gloved fingers dug into the dampened mattress beneath her. Sudden fear made the woman's body try and squirm out of the path of the monstrous cock, but Eric's strong hands clamped down on her thrashing hips. Beverly's entire body felt the throbbing readiness of the club-like tool.
Marni suddenly jumped up from between Beverly's legs and attacked the woman's imprisoned tits. Tearing at the brass buckle, the insane woman soon had Beverly's tits free. The heavy globes burst from their leather jail, shaking violently.
"Look! Look!" Marni screamed, tearing at the sweat-coated flesh of Beverly's liberated breasts. "Look at this whore's fat tits!"
Watching his wife rape the beautiful hunks of meat, Eric's face turned ashen with lust. Violent spasms rocked his body, shooting his powerful hips forward.
Beverly shrieked as she felt the massive shaft of hard flesh plow into her tight cunt. She felt her tortured pussy lips strain to fit around the blood-filled column. Her body was slammed into the bed as the pillar of lust pounded her hairy twat.
At the sound of Beverly's piercing screams, Marni went berserk. The insane woman dug her sharply pointed teeth into the softly yielding flesh of Bev's massive breasts.
But at some unknown point, Beverly's shrieks of pain turned into screams of pleasure. Once the deep cavern of her quivering cunt had gotten used to the size of the man's rod, unimaginable ecstasy filled Beverly's heaving body. Her cunt lurched up to meet each new thrust of Eric's pounding cock.
In the swirling madness of her clouded mind, Beverly Stone knew she was being fucked for the very first time!
In the main room, Lynn Wallen lay in a drugged stupor, her eyes focused on the delirious movement surrounding her. Everywhere she turned, frenzied bodies melted into each other. Hands tore away her gown, exposing flesh to be sucked and touched and fucked. Helena's tongue lashed the inner walls of her cunt as the woman laid between Lynn's sweating legs.
As the musicians played, hungry women swarmed over their young, hard bodies. In a distant corner of the room, Lynn could hear the joyous screams of a woman being fucked by four raging cocks. She could see men having their ass-holes stuffed by other men, while women sucked their pricks.
And then, Lynn's view was blocked by the massive flesh of Helena's breasts. A hard nipple was pressed to her lips, and the young woman's lips gratefully wrapped around the taut nub.
"My breasts are yours," Lynn heard Helena's voice echo in her mind. "Suck them, my darling. Suck my tits."
The hard flesh quivered to the feel of Lynn's adoring mouth. Incredibly, the swollen nipple became even larger as Helena's fingers massaged the heavy globe hanging into Lynn's mouth.
And as she sucked, Lynn felt her tongue tingling with wonderful warmth and sweetness. The drugged woman sucked even harder, her mouth filling with the thick cream of Helena's delicious milk. The young woman had never tasted anything so mellifluous.
"Yes, my beautiful child," Helena said, the very tips of her fingers soothing Lynn's sucking mouth.
Hours later, amid a sea of thrashing, moaning bodies, Lynn felt a leather-gloved hand softly touch her arm. Opening her eyes, the young woman saw Beverly kneeling beside her. The music had stopped, and the room was filled with the rasp of labored breathing.
In the passing hours, Beverly had lost all her clothing, except for her roommate's long, exciting leather gloves. The older woman's body was covered with the remains of long hours spent fucking. A warm, satisfied smile played across her beautiful lips.
Lynn's gown was little more than tattered rags hanging from her exhausted body. Helena was gone, but the taste of her delicious milk lingered in the young woman's mouth.
No words passed between the two friends. Lynn held her arms open, and Beverly crawled into them. Their lips touched softly as they kissed. In the thick, drugged air, the two roommates fell asleep in each other's arms.
Lynn was the first to awaken. Beverly's gently sleeping face pressed against the younger woman's warm breast. Lynn Wallen didn't know how much time had passed. Apart from a few orgasmic groans, the large room was still. Shadows moved in the distance. Searching in the darkness, Lynn found a hash pipe with some of the strong drug still unsmoked.
Finally locating a match, Lynn fit the tiny pipe. In another moment, her pained lungs filled with the harsh smoke. The young woman found it a little difficult to hold the smoke down, but she succeeded. In a very short amount of time, Lynn began to feel the marvelously numbing affects of the drug taken control of her mind.
By this time, Beverly had also opened her eyes. Smiling weakly, she took the hash pipe in her own hand, and brought it to her lips. The first pull made the beautiful woman choke, but after that, she was able to take the smoke into her lungs.
Squinting a bit, Lynn could see a sliver of light slipping from under a door off to the side. Taking her friend's hand, the young secretary led Beverly to the source of light.
The door led to another, smaller room. Inside, about ten people sat in a semicircle surrounding the thrashing bodies of two women. One was a stunning black girl with long, graceful legs, and a magnificent pair of breasts. The other woman was Ginny Roberts.
Fascinated by the couple's beautiful lovemaking, the entire room was silent. Sitting down on the floor, Lynn and Beverly joined the group.
"Isn't she beautiful," a masculine voice said softly.
Lynn quickly turned to see the smiling face of her boss, Dave Talbert. His arm was draped around Beverly's shoulders, and his fingers were gently caressing her hardened nipples. The older woman seemed fascinated by the sight before her eyes, and she hardly noticed the man's strong fingers.
Lynn pressed her lips to the man's handsome face. Her tongue pushed its way into the heart of his mouth, licking at his sharp teeth. The young woman loved the feel of his strong, hairy chest rubbing against her hard-nippled tits.
"I'm glad you could make it," the man told his secretary.
Just the sound of Dave's voice sent shivers of lust racing through the young woman's blood. Pulling his hand from Beverly's boob, the handsome bastard rose to his feet. And Lynn rose with him. As he wrapped her in his arms, the young woman's hairy cunt pressed against Dave's hard prick.
"Let's fuck," the young woman said.
Walking to the door, Lynn saw Beverly crawling towards Ginny and her beautiful black lover.