1 comments/ 40976 views/ 2 favorites Monica And Selyna Ch. 02 By: Anopheles Monica was awakened by the gentle touch of a wash cloth to her lips. It startled her a bit, to see Selyna kneeling next to her, gently cleaning up sleepy saliva from the couch and her mouth. Ashamed, Monica rocketed up and looked at the clock to see that it was 1pm! Selyna gave her a loving smile. "Easy, sis," she said, "don't give yourself a heart attack. You fell hard ass asleep on the couch, and I didn't have the heart to move you, AGAIN!" Monica felt a little ashamed, first about treating her so badly the night before, and moreso about molesting her this morning. Monica felt the pressing need to apologize. "Look, Lyna," she started tenatively,"I am soooo sorry about last night, I didn't mean to...." "Don't worry about it," Selyna retorted, silencing her with a gentle finger on her lips. "I love you, i'm not holding grudges." Monica felt a searing jolt of emotion race through her body as Selyna took her into her arms and hugged her tightly. She squeezed back as Selyna continued, "You could take it a little easy on me though." Monica felt the urge to cry as she sat there nestled in the warm sweetness of her sister's embrace. "I know, Lyna, I know, i'm just so fucked up inside, sometimes I don't even know what I'm saying." She sat back suddenly, a spark of inspiration entering her confused and relieved mind. "Let me make it up to you though. Wanna hang out with me tonight?" Selyna looked back at her with a loving, piercing gaze. "Sure Sis, i'd like that a lot." Beaming, Monica said, "Great! How bout you meet me at the bar on the corner, say 8:30?" Selyna cast her a squinting gaze. "Ooooh, Monica....Nosh Diem? That place has trouble written all over it." She winked. Monica stood and Selyna stood with her, all 20 of their fingers interlaced. "Don't worry, your old sister is up for a little trouble. You gonna come?" "Anything for you," Then unexpectedly to Monica, Selyna leaned forward and kissed her squarely on the lips, taking obvious care to keep it as chaste and sisterly as possible. It didn't matter to Monica however, as her clit immediately responded to the gentle touch of her sister's lips. She was almost glad to know Selyna was leaving now, because she desperately needed to orgasm and she wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold it. "Ok, Lyna," she said, giving her sister a warm and long hug. "And thanks," whispering softly in her ear as they embraced, "thank you for being my little sis....I love you." "I love you too." Selyna was dressed in a large Seattle Mariners sweatshirt and old jeans that had a tiny rip over the back pocket. Selyna's skin showed through the hole as she reached down to grab her shoes, advertising the fact that she was wearing no panties. She strutted over to the door and quietly closed it behind her. She spent a long moment leaning against the closed door, trying to get a grasp of the incredible sensations that her brain was firing back to her body. Her sister had already thrown all of her clothes to the floor and had 3 fingers from one hand in her pussy and one finger from the other hand in her ass, furiously masturbating to climax. Monica was surprised in her energy level. From the time Selyna left to the time she collapsed from her third orgasm was almost 2 hours. Rather than feeling exhausted and sore, her sex felt warm and invigorated. As a matter of fact, she hadn't felt that good physically in a long time. She felt strong, alive, and empowered. She was laying in her bed naked, legs spread. Her hands ranged over her body, caressing her breasts, and making her way down her stomach to her pussy. She spent a long moment stroking her pussy, squeezing her clit gently, and running her fingertips down her labia as she alternately spread and squeezed her moist lips. The sensations that she felt were intense, but the didn't feel overly sexual, they just felt comfortable. Monica felt completely in control, and the thought was exciting. Ever since puberty, she had a preoccupation with sexual thoughts, but didn't act on them until she was 16, and had a lesbian relationship with her English teacher. Since then, although she had nurtured a successful career, she also had developed full blown nymphomania, much to the detriment of her personal life. Monica had finally come to grips with the extent of her uncontrollable lust after Phillipe left, and managed some semblance of control over these physical desires, that is, until now. Her passion was back in full force, but this time, instead of feeling guilty, and dirty, it felt great! Selyna, on the other hand, was very much the polar opposite of her sister. Although they shared the same beauty, and the same unnatural carnal energy, Selyna had never been conflicted about her thirst for pleasure. Selyna was very much the prototypical wild child, partying, drinking, dabbling with drugs on occasion, and of course, fucking the night away whenever she had the chance. Her sexcapades started at 14, and she started with a bang: a week after losing her virginity to her boyfriend in the most textbook first encounter you could imagine (he was a nervous, 14 year old boy himself, second guessing himself until cumming 30 seconds later), she had a threesome with two guys on the school basketball team, and after that she never looked back. Having partied away her high school years, and never coming closed to college, she started stripping at a local topless bar to make money, graduating to an all nude club shortly thereafter, and within a year, supplementing her income with turning high-dollar tricks for her favorite customers at the club, so much so that she barely needed to even dance anymore. To her, making $4000 a month to fuck with some old guys a few times a month seemed like a good business decision, and left her with the free time to do as much partying as she wanted. Thankfully, she had the body, the attitude and the skills to do it she often thought to herself, because if she didn't, she really didn't have a clue what she would do. Monica checked the clock, and saw that it was 7:00pm. She must have slept all day after she satisfied herself. That was probably contributing to her glorious mood. She was determined to party like she was 18 all over again. Dropping her pajamas to the floor, she walked over to the closet to find the sexiest outfit that she could to wear to the bar. In the back of her mind, she wanted to look her sexiest for Selyna. It was a keenly perverse thought, as she didn't want to look sexier than her sister, in a classic show of oneupmanship, she wanted to look sexy for her sister, maybe in the hopes that it would turn her on. Her, and whoever else was interested. Tonight wasn't a night she planned on holding back. With that thought, she picked the perfect outfit. She had a plaid, Catholic school girl skirt that she hadn't worn since college. Slipping it up over her thighs to rest on her curvy hips, it fit a little more snuggly than it had a few fears ago, but nevertheless looked good. It was just long enough to reach mid thigh. If she bent over, her ass would be showing, and if she squatted down, she would more than likely find a cock in her! She coupled the skirt with a simple white button down shirt, and black leather riding boots that had a 4 inch heel. Admiring her outfit in the mirror, she admitted that it was quite vampish, but it felt so good to have this carefree, risque outfit on she wouldn't think about wearing anything else. She pulled her curly hair back into a bun and topped it off with a pencil to keep it in place. Selyna was going to love this one! Albert, the head bartender and manager of Nosh Diem, smiled to himself as he slid the large Ciroc Vodka martini across the bar to Selyna. "Thanks," Selyna said, taking a long drag from her cigarette, "Hope you didn't short pour me on this one, pal." If Albert weren't so jovial, and Selyna less attractive, he might be taken aback. "Me?" he said, feigning surprise, "short pour you? Err... what did you say your name was?" "Shut up asshole," she said smiling, and giving him a friendly punch to the shoulder. "You'll never get a taste of these if you forget my damn name." She leaned over the bar, and flashed him her breasts. She was wearing tight jeans, and a very tight halter top and no bra. The bar through her right nipple was clearly visible through her shirt, which flirtateously said, 'This isn't my face' across the front in bold letters. Albert smiled a toothy grin. "Well I certainly wouldn't want that. Haven't seen you in a while, Selyna, " he said emphasizing her name. "What brings you here tonight?" "Oh, just gonna hang out with my sissy," she said grinning slyly. "Really," he replied, standing up and staring at her. "Don't think I know your sister, she been here before?" "Maybe once or twice. She's totally hot, you'll remember her when you see her. What time is it anyway?" Albert looked at his watch. "8:35." He looked towards the door. A beautiful, dark haired woman dressed like the sluttiest private school girl she had ever seen walked in. "Uh..," he said, stuttering just a bit, " that wouldn't happen to be your sister now, would it?" Selyna turned and immediately her jaw dropped. She set her drink down on the bar to keep from dropping it. The bar was fairly crowded, and people were parting in front of Monica as she walked through the door, the pleats of her skirt swaying as she walked in, giving glimpses of her smooth upper thighs to everyone who happened to be looking, and everyone was looking. "Oh my god," Selyna whispered under her breath. Monica scanned the room, looking for Selyna. There were so many people, she couldn't initially see her sitting at the bar. When she saw her, her face immediately lit up in a huge smile. "Hey Lyna," she called out, prancing over to her. Her sister stood up and gave her a long, loving embrace. "About time you showed up," Selyna said to her. She slid her hand down Monica's back, and slid a finger underneath the waistband of her skirt, and felt nothing but soft skin. "Monica!" she exclaimed. "What would Mom think, you wearing a skirt that short and no panties!!" Monica laughed. "Well that would be the least of her worries tonight, little sister." Monica stood back and looked her sister from head to toe. Her shirt and pants left almost nothing to the imagination. She wondered how she could move in clothes so tight, but she wondered more if she could get her sister out of them. Albert, watching these two sexy sisters, didn't notice someone else trying to get his attention for a drink. "Hey," a man yelled to him,"think you can get your mind off them tits long enough to get me a beer?" It was Ron, a huge black ex-defensive tackle from LSU, and a good friend of Albert. "Judging by the size of your belly, doesn't look like you need too many more beers." "Fuck off, you little shit," Ron laughed, "Now give me a beer before I come back there and get it myself." Albert laughed in return, flipped the cap off of a Bud Light, and slid it over to him. "Hey Al," Ron continued, leaning over so he could talk more softly and still be heard, "who are the two little hotties? What's the scoop on this one?" "The one in the skirt is a little piece of heaven that comes in here from time to time. Looks like prime real estate to me. The other one, never seen her before, she says it's her sister!" "Ooooh man!" Ron bellowed. Ron was the crudest, horniest bastard that Albert had ever come across, and he had met plenty over the years. "Family pussy! Say, you down, or does Tanya have a padlock on your nuts?" Albert fixed him with a steely gaze. Tanya was hs girlfriend, also a waitress at the bar, and also an unabashed bisexual nymphomaniac. She would have no issue with him banging either one of these girls, as long as she got a taste. "Hey man, nobody tells old Al when and where to work his magic!" The two sisters had made their way to the dance floor, where they were giggling and laughing as they danced playfully with one another, much like lifelong friends would. Monica was playfully baiting her sister with disguised touches to her body that she pretended were accidental. She was flirting with her sister like she would with a man, attempting to gauge her interest in going further. Every so often, she would turn her back to Selyna and push her ass into her sister's pelvis, pretending as if someone bumped into her. She secretly hoped that Selyna would reach out and grab her, signalling that she did not want her to move away. Sadly though, Selyna did not reciprocate. Monica was disappointed, and she needed a drink. "I need to go sit, sis, I need a drink," she said, turning to Selyna. "OK, Sis", Selyna said, gyrating on beat with the music. "I'll be over there in a minute." "Now's your chance, Rocket Ron," Albert said as they both watched Monica walk off of the dance floor and approach the bar. "Why don't you go over there and work your so-called magic charm." "You watch, amateur," he replied as he set down his 3rd beer and made a move towards the dance floor. "I know your skills are weak, but I think you might have a shot with the other one." Monica plopped down on a bar stool, with what Albert was sure was a sigh of disappointment. "Double shot of Belvedere." "Comin right up. Why the long face, little lady? Looked like you were having a good time out there." Monica looked him in the face with a stern look, then softened. "Oh, everything's ok, just thinking." He set the the glass down in front of her, and she took the double shot like a pro, knocking it back with one gulp. He was impressed. He looked her up and down quickly, seeing that the shirt she was wearing was unbuttoned dangerously low. A cute demi bra was showing underneath. "Well," he said taking the glass away, "one thing i've learned in these years is that folks only think in my bar when they want something and they aren't sure how to get it." "Humph. Maybe." "Doesn't look like your sister is doing too much thinking." He motioned towards the dance floor. To Monica's amazement, Selyna was doing the most blatantly lusty dance with Ron that she had ever seen. He had his massive dark arms wrapped around her, one hand on the small of her back and one hand on her ass, pulling her and grinding her into his belly. Albert noticed as she licked Monica licked her lips, quickly becoming caught up in the display before her eyes. Monica didn't know what aroused her more, seeing the huge man sweating and grinding on the dance floor, or seeing her small, curvy little sister teasing his cock with her body. She wriggled in her chair as she imagined his massive black cock penetrating her, and at the same time imagining her sisters perfect tits in her hands and mouth. It was beginning to get hard for her to bear. Monica turned her stool back around to the bar and let out a loud, "whew!" For such a busy night, Albert was giving Monica her full attention. "Why on earth are you sitting at my bar in that hot little outfit when you wish you were out there?" he said. Monica slumped. The vodka was definitely taking effect, and she was starting to feel chatty. She was in one of those weird moods where her thoughts were racing back and forth and her inhibitions were low enough that she couldn't stop herself from blurting out whatever was on her mind. "I'm sitting here because my sister is out there dry humping some guy and it's just making me horny as hell!" Albert feigned surprise, but he knew that was her problem all along. "Well then why don't you go get you some action too"? No sense in sitting here on the outside looking in." "Al, I need a two well martinis and a Bud Light!" Tanya slapped her hand on the bar for emphasis. Albert, realizing that Tanya had probably yelled out the order at least twice was ripped from his entrancement with the horny older sister, Monica. Tanya did not like to repeat herself, and immediately, he knew she was pissed off. "Oh, no problem, Tan," he said. Tanya was the only woman that could drive a sword in Albert's super-cool persona. He quickly prepared the drinks. Tanya hovered near the end of the bar, casting Monica an evil gaze. Normally, she would come right up to where Albert had placed the drinks to retrieve them, but right now, she had no intention to do so. Sensing this, he gathered the drinks, and took them to where she was standing. "Tanya, wait...." he started, and he was quickly cut off. "Shut the fuck up, Albert," she snapped. "You're trying to fuck that girl, and I know it." "You need to remember what you have at home, asshole," she said in the most degrading tone that she could manage. Tanya was a jet black, beautiful black woman. Her grey pants hugged her curves like second skin, and her full, heavy breasts were clearly straining against her bra, and her round ass appeared to be brutal to the seams of her jeans. A hint of areola was showing through the tight, sky blue t-shirt she was wearing. "Tan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to piss you off...she's just fucking hot, I mean, you can see that, and plus...she's got a sister, the one out there dancing with Rocket Ron, and I think they kinda wanna get it on with each other." Albert whispered the last part. Tanya looked over to the dance floor. Rocket Ron looked as if he was on the verge of collapse. Selyna's hair was starting to drip with sweat, and her shirt was getting wet as well, accentuating her cleavage. "You're a dick," Tanya said, slapping Albert across his chest with the back of her hand. "You were going to get it on with two fucking hot girls, sisters no less, and you were just fine with leaving me out of it." "Honest, Tan, I swear I wasn't....." "Well you sure as hell won't now, damn it." She leaned in close to him and snarled," and don't you forget it." Albert smiled, his characteristic toothy grin. "Don't you worry baby," his confidence returning to him, "you don't have to worry!" Selyna finally returned from the dance floor, poor Ron in tow. His forehead was shining from a thick bead of sweat. Albert tossed him a bottled water, knowing that he desperately need it. Ron took the cap off, and took 3 gigantic gulps, almost emptying the bottle. Selyna plopped down on the barstool next to Monica, who after watching Albert being spirited away and scorned by Tanya, was looking completely forlorn. "Sissy,"she purred drunkenly in Monica's ear,"why the long face, aren't you having a good time?" Ron was regaining his strength, hovering closely nearby, pretending to look cool. It was clear that he wanted Selyna, and he wasn't going to stray too far. "It's ok, Lyna," Monica said, "It's just....well, I thought I was gonna hook up with the bartender guy, and then his girlfriend comes up, and that's the end of it. I just, haven't...well...since Eric I just completely don't know what to do when it comes to guys." Monica had her signature pouty sad face on after the last sentence. Selyna, mimicked her expression perfectly, but threw in her own dash of vixen. "Monica, baby," she whispered, leaning closely to her sister, "Don't think so hard. If you want it to happen, then it'll happen." "Watch, dog," Ron said, punching Albert a little too hard on his shoulder. The thin bartender had to step back to catch his balance. "These bitches are having a moment." "Jesus, Ron," Tanya chimed in, coming up behind him and kicking him on the calf. "If you had a clue about the power of a girl/girl moment, maybe you'd get laid every now and then." "Shit Tanya, you know better than that," he replied. "You know the Rocket gets his shit wet daily!" He raised his fists overhead in a defiant, boorish show of bravado. "Whatever, Ron." She walked off, knowing that Rocket Ron had left her limping the next day, several times. Monica and Selyna were chatting to themselves. Whatever Selyna said to her sister, she had calmed her down and lifted her spirits. The bar patrons were beginning to file out the door, as the clock read 1:55am. Monica And Selyna Ch. 02 "C'mon Al," Ron said to the bartender, checking his watch, "let's get this show on the road, we got five minutes till you close. We're sitting on the verge on some big time orgy shit here man!" Albert smiled. "You're right, man, I think this is a chance that we can't let slip away. I think Tanya is down. Tanya?!?!" He called out to her. She was near the tables, hurrying people to finish their drinks. Tanya turned at the distinctive sound of his gravelly voice and winked. Albert needed no indication. It wasn't the first time that he gauged her desire to fuck at the end of the night. "Aight Ron, we're all good," he said, "you want em here, or you somewhere else." "Man, Albert, you know i'm too big to be fucking on your hard ass barstools. The girl I was dancing with said her sister has a place not too far from here. Let me go talk to em, make sure everything's cool, you hurry up and close this place and we can go over there." Ron swaggered over to where Monica and Selyna were sitting, and moved in close. "Well, ladies, this joint is about to close, and i'm getting ready to get outta here. Selyna, if I could get your number, would you mind if I called you tomorrow?" He was doing his best charming impression. Monica couldn't even see through it. Selyna, ever the vixen, winked. "I'll give it to you later. If you stick around here for a while, i'm going to walk my sister home, then I'll come back and we can hang out." Monica fixed Selyna with a steely gaze. She wasn't really upset, but she knew her trickster sister was up to something. Monica, however, felt the need to assert herself as older sister and wouldn't let her sister get away with something like that without trying to get the best of the situation. "Well," she started, "i'm not quite done drinking, and I hate to drink alone. I've got a nice bottle of vodka at my apartment. If you and your friend there want to come over and have a drink, that would be cool with me." "Damn it, Albert, do I have to do this myself?" Tanya exclaimed, jabbing her man hard in the ribs. "They're getting ready to hook up. I don't want to be left out!" "Tanya, damn!" he said, slightly annoyed, "Ron is my boy, don't worry about it." Almost on cue, Ron called out from about 10 feet down the bar from where Tanya and Albert were standing, and said, "Hey bartender, afterparty!!" Tanya shook her head. "Your friend, always the suave gentleman." "Hey ladies," she said, walking over to Monica and Selyna," Care to share a drink with a lowly waitress?" Selyna looked at Tanya again, as she had many times before that night. Tanya was one of the sexiest women she had ever seen. Her skin was nearly midnight black, and perfect. She had been imagining the taste, the scent, the feel of it. Selyna was just about to answer when Monica interjected. "Only if your boyfriend over there won't be too late closing up." She shot Albert a wink. Albert pulled a $50 bill from his pocket and tossed it to Tito, the barback who had just returned from taking some empty beer cases to the recycling dumpster. "Tito, close up for me?" "No hey pedo," he replied, thick Mexican accent overpowering every word. "Chupar es mi pinga," he mumbled under his breath. With the scene being set, Monica and Selyna gathered their purses and walked out the door, with Rocket Ron following closely behind, waiting on Albert and Tanya to leave. She saw Tito flip Albert off as they walked out the front door. Albert just laughed. It was a quick walk to Monica's apartment. She seemed a bit apprehensive at first, not really knowing what to expect, but as they walked, seeing Ron's massive hand cupping her sister's ass seemed to calm her. "Pardon the mess," Monica said, as she walked in first. She hadn't realized that she had several articles of clothing laying around her couch and the living room. Sadly, it had't been from a ferocious sexual encounter. "So...who's ready for a drink?" Selyna said, somehow finding away to release her ass from Ron's grip and walking into the cabinet to retrieve glasses and vodka. Everyone's hands shot up like a bunch of schoolchildren. "Make yourselves comfortable," Monica said, walking into the kitchen to help her sister with getting ice. Tanya immediately launched her shoes across the hardwood floor and plopped down on the couch, pulling Albert down next down to her. "How much you wanna bet I get to fuck Monica first," she whispered in his ear. "I learned a long time ago not to bet against you, Tan," he said. "Pussy," she replied. "I love you anyway." Albert felt his cock stir to life as Tanya deeply kissed him, tracing her fingers across his chest. After all these years, and all of the women that he had sex with since they had been together, nobody stirred him like Tanya. Ron was beginning to look bored, but his mood lightened noticeably when Selyna brought him a generous glass of Ciroc on ice and plopped down on his lap. She took a sip and slung her arms around him. Monica, suddenly felt completely alone. Selyna was at least momentarily interested in Rocket Ron, and Albert, her target for the night was making out with the love of his life on the other end of the couch. She quietly set the drinks down for the Albert and Tanya and went back to the kitchen to pour herself another glass. She had finished her first on the way back. This might not turn out to be such a good night after all. She was already beginning to feel the effects when she saw Tanya stand up. A small line of saliva dribbled from her glistening lips as she downed her drink in what appeared to be one gulp. "A tip for the bartender," she called out, holding up her glass in a mock toast. Suddenly, Tanya reached down to her waist and pulled up her shirt, exposing one perfect breast. Monica felt herself almost gasp. She had never seen a black woman's breast in the flesh before, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from it's heavy firmness, her dark skin giving away to an even darker, succulent pert nipple. There was a twinge across her own chest as her own nipples began to harden, as she thought about being sandwiched between this luscious waitress and her sister. Monica lost her inhibitions in less than 5 seconds. She was going to her comfortable place, her zen of sex and lust. This was a place where she had found solice many times before. Not many women can find peace with a dick in her ass, one in her pussy, one in her mouth, and one in each hand, but Monica had done it, and enjoyed it. What was surprising this time was that she didn't have any of the violent internal conflict that she normally experienced when she entered this place. It came freely this time. She was going to have what she wanted, what the tightening in her belly told her she needed. She was going to have these strangers, she was going to fuck them, and they were going to fuck her, and at long last, after they were all spent, she was going to take her sister in her arms, and they would cum together, at last. Monica beckoned with a finger for Tanya to come over to her. Albert turned, a slight look of shock on his face, as he realized that the mood had suddenly changed. He turned and look back at Monica, and for some reason, he thought she even looked different, physically. Selyna had taken notice, removing Ron's finger from her clit. "I'm a guest in your house," Tanya said coyly, pulling up the other side of her shirt, to reveal her symmetry. "Shouldn't you serve me?" Monica smirked. "You're right. What a poor host i've been." Even the horny Rocket took notice as Monica walked out of the kitchen, removing her shirt and unbuttoning her pants. Selyna bit her lips and wriggled in Ron's lap. This was the sister that she had never known, but yearned to know. "Yeah, this is what i'm lookin for," Ron exclaimed. Monica walked up to Tanya, and rubbed her hands over the smooth flesh of her breasts. Tanya's nipples pricked in response, and her hips wiggled uncontrollably as the touch of hands on her nipples reaffirmed the bond between them and her clitoris. Monica, taking the suprising role as dominant, grasped Tanya's ponytail in one hand and forced her head back, running her tongue along the nape of her neck. The taste of Tanya's dark flesh was foreign to her. She had tasted many women before, but Tanya's skin was slightly musky, earthy. It was so natural! Although she was immaculately clean, Tanya had none of the clincal sterility on her skin that all of the white women that she had been with before had possessed. It was enrapturing. She could only pull her mouth away from Tanya's skin long enough to affix Selyna in an inviting gaze. She needed Tanya, and she needed her sister, and she needed them now. Monica's hands found the bottom of Tanya's shirt, and she quickly pulled it over Tanya's head. With the skill that only a woman has, she unhooked Tanya's bra, and it fell away to the floor. Tanya's breasts were like ripe melons, full heavy and firm. Amazingly, her dark skin tone did not lighten over her breasts, and they were punctuated by sharp, nipples that were wrinkling with arousal. "Shit...," Tanya moaned, as Monica took one and then the other in her mouth, sucking and kneading her nipples with her tongue, until they were glistening obsidian gems. Tanya moved a hand up Monica's thigh, underneath her plaid school skirt, and began fondling her ass, playfully looking for her underwear, and quickly finding out that there were none. She moved her thin fingers forward, cupping Monica's ass and running her index finger along Monica's smooth, freshly shaven slit. "You're a bad ass white girl," Tanya purred in her ear. "You ain't seen nothing, baby," Monica said back, plunging her tongue into Tanya's mouth. Al was nearly comatose. His mouth was hanging open, and his dick was starting to hurt from being jammed against his zipper. Rocket Ron didn't even realize that he was squeezing Selyna, the beautiful woman on his lap, almost to the point of pain. "Easy baby," she said, although his grip was no tighter on her waist than the yearning tightness that she felt in her own belly. She was squirming furiously on his lap, trying desperately to pleasure her hard clit. Selyna's fascination with women was only heightened, by seeing another woman receiving the pleasure that she wished Monica would give her. Her mind was working her way into a frenzy. She slammed down the last of her vodka that was sitting on the coffee table. Rising from Ron's lap, she stood, and stripped off her clothes, tossing the the t-shirt at Ron, and her pants at Albert. "I need a cigarette." Albert could take no more. The scene playing out in front of him was well past any man's wildest fantasy. He thought he had seen every sexual vista possible with Tanya, and she still managed to surprise him. "I think I'll have one too," Ron replied, even though he didn't smoke. When the guys came back inside, Monica was filled with a large dildo, lying on her back, furiously working Tanya's pussy with her mouth, while Tanya was returning the favor to Selyna. Ron and Albert's cocks were aching for attention. Monica started to spasm in orgasm, and the dildo shot from her and came to rest on the floor, her open sex rythmically contracting and relaxing as she moaned into Tanya's pussy. Selyna looked up, and beckoned to Ron. "What are you waiting for," she said to him, "I think she needs something." Smiling the grin only a nasty man could muster, he dropped his pants, revealing 9 inches of Division I, NCAA lineman. Selyna studied it for a moment, how thick and veiny it was, how large his mushroom was, and the gleaming drop of precum that she expected. She wanted to lick it off of him, but Tanya's luscious lips circling her clit were going to make her lose it any moment. Her eyes started to roll back in her head.... "Ow, SHIT!" Tanya exclaimed. Ron had just plundered Monica, plowing his cock into her to the hilt, and in stunned surprise, she had accidentally bit Tanya's labia. "Sorry, baby," she managed to gasp between the Rocket's strokes, "I didn't mean it, honest." "That's OK," Tanya replied, recovering. "I kinda liked it. Al, quit standing there, get over here and fuck this bitch." Albert didn't need anymore encouragement. Selyna gladly grabbed her knees and spread her sloppy sex so he could enter her. Although not the largest man, he was certainly no slouch, and what he lacked in size, he made up for in technique. He was fucking her silly, dodging between plunging deep strokes and light, quick strokes that plucked her g-spot like a guitar string. Tanya assisted him by playing with his balls and playfully slapping his ass. Selyna was in heaven, painfully tweaking and needing her nipples until they were red and engorged with blood. Ron was the first to cum. Tanya heard the familiar growl deep in his throat, as he took his massive tree trunk arms and pinned Monica to the floor. Monica closed her eyes and clenched her entire body, as if she was about to go down the world's tallest rollercoaster as he started to slowly slam his massive cock balls deep into her. His heavy balls felt like a lead weight slapping against her ass.When he came, her entire body relaxed into a strange, fibrillating orgasm that was satisfying in a way she had never felt before. Her hands were gripping at the carpet, and her abdomen was quivering uncontrollably as he slid out of her, collapsing in a giant dark heap on the floor, spent cock still semi erect and laying across his upper thigh. Al was the next to go, expending his juice into Selyna, as Tanya squeezed his balls, kneading the cum out of them. Selyna was a screamer, and the sound of her orgasm as he crescendoed, fucking her faster and faster, pierced the otherwise quiet room. Al pulled out of Selyna, who lay there, legs wide open, cum dripping from her hole, and turn to Tanya, who had positioned herself with her head on a couch pillow on the floor, and her beautfil black ass pointing towards the sky. Al, who hadn't lost a bit of hardness since expending himself in Selyna, plundered her with heavy, thudding strokes, much more forceful than you would imagine a man his size being able to muster, especially having cum 30 seconds before. Tanya, although very silent, had been cumming from the first stroke. She had a long, prolonged, mind bending orgasm as she gripped the pillow and pushed herself back into Al. Al never varied his stroke, he knew he was giving Tanya exactly what she needed. He was completely into pleasuring her, watching her fleshy smooth buttocks as he plowed her, her hands uncontrollably gripping the pillow and moaning into it at the same time. He was so into fucking his beautiful woman, that he almost didn't notice himself rapidly reaching the point of no return, his second climax stabbed him like a knife. He let loose a dry-mouthed yell, and then collapsed on the floor, his head coming to rest on Selyna's thigh, as Tanys fell forward, her body still shaking from an ongoing multiorgasm. Ron was snoring lazily on the floor, Monica's naked body sprawled across his massiveness. She was sound asleep. Al had managed to curl himself up next to Tanya. Selyna quietly got up, and retrieved a pair of blankets to cover the sleeping lovers. She planted a tiny kiss on Monica's lips, dressed, and let herself out, silently locking the door behind her.