I.
"Phoeb...oh hey, Ross, didn't see you there."
"Oh, hey uh what are you hiding behind your back?"
"Nothing, nothing..."
"No, c'mon, you're hiding something..."
"I was just gonna ask Phoebe for some advice."
"And you couldn't ask me, I mean I'm your brother..."
"Oh, ok, bro..."
Monica held up two outfits. His heart sank.
"Which one of these slutty outfits do you think Richard would like me to wear tonight when he fucks me?"
"The red one..." he admitted walking out of the apartment.
"My gawd, Monica," Phoebe blurted out, "I have seen and have some sexy outfits, but wow! You're a slut!"
"I know!" she yelled, "So which one do you like?"
"Well, I don't know, I think I'm going to have to see them on you before I make a decision."
"Phoebe!"
Monica thought for a second.
"OK!"
While Monica was changing, Phoebe reminisced about the months she lived with Monica, and how she would "accidentally" walk in on her when she was in the shower or the bath.
Her mind drifted remembering the sight of Monica's perky breasts that were barely covered by soap, and the outline of her taut figure through the shower curtain.
Phoebe especially loved the kink of sneaking a peek at her dressing and undressing or sneaking into her room at night when she was sleeping, sitting on the chair in the corner, playing with her tits and pussy.
Or fucking herself when Richard was banging Monica.
Phoebe barely contained herself as she heard the bedroom door open.
Chandler couldn't believe he was making out with his Valentine's date. They had just met the week before, and he thought it wasn't going anywhere, but here he was, grabbing Ginger's pert breasts.
"Oh, gawd, Chandler, mmmmm, yes!"
He finally unbuttoned her blouse, releasing her braless breasts into his hands.
Ginger's pink nipples were hard and ready to be sucked. She grabbed his head and forced his mouth onto one.
"Oh, fuck, yes," she purred.
As he sucked her hard nipple, he grabbed the other and was mashing it between his fingers.
Ginger, pushed away, took her breasts into her hands, and squeezed and played with them for his hungry eyes.
"Oh, god, I need your cock in my mouth, right now,' she growled.
She furiously took his shirt off, then his trousers and underwear--gripped his hard, throbbing cock, and plunged it into her mouth.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh," Chandler moaned, "Oh, yeah, oh baby, yes!"
Ginger removed his cock from her mouth.
"Oh fuck yes, call me baby, I love it, daddy..."
"Anything you want, baby."
"Mmmmmmm," she vocalized with his cock in her mouth.
Ginger made sure his entire length was in her mouth. She was pumping it with one hand, and playing with her nipple with the other.
"Oh, fuck, I think you're going to make me cum!"
"Oh, yes, I am, yes, I am, but before we go any further," she said, still stroking his cock with her hand, "I have a confession to make."
Ginger stood up, kicked off her shoes, dropped her blouse, removed her pants and panties in one motion, and was now standing naked, showing off her body.
She licked her finger, and ran it down her breast, brushing her nipple. Down her flat tummy, and running it in between her pussy lips.
"You like?"
"Uh, yeah."
Ginger motioned Chandler to look down at her now-revealed artificial leg.
"Well, judging by how hard you are, I'm thinking you won't mind..."
"Mind what, I'm still staring at your body."
"Good," she purred, "Let's go to the bedroom, shall we?
"We shall..."
"Mona! I didn't know anyone was home!" said a startled Rachel.
"Rachel?! What are you doing here?" Mona asked.
"Well, I live here!"
"You live with...Ross, my boyfriend!"
"Yeah, didn't he tell you?"
"Uh, no, he didn't!"
"Where is he?"
"He went out to pick up dinner, you know, today's Valentine's Day!"
"Oh, yeah, right, I forgot...I'll put something, you know, more, on..." she said, realizing she was only wearing panties and a t-shirt.
Mona couldn't help but stare at Rachel. Her beautiful legs, a hint of her panties just below her t-shirt, and Rachel's ever-hard nipples poking through the thin, cotton t-shirt, made Mona's imagination run wild.
"No, don't worry, you look pretty good to me, you know, we haven't got to know each other, I think there's some wine in the kitchen, and I brought some weeeeeeeed...I'll be right back."
With her ambitions already lowered from having a few glasses of wine in her bedroom, and very horny, Rachel sat on the sofa with naughty thoughts running through her head.
Mona returned with two glasses and a bottle of wine--dressed exactly like Rachel, in a t-shirt and panties.
"Well, I guess that's one way for me to get to know you," Rachel said with a laugh, taking a hit of weed--gulping at the sight of the curves of Mona's breasts under her shirt.
"I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, but what about Ross?"
"What about him?" she said, taking a sip of wine, "His loss!"
As the girls got to know each other, the conversation turned to sex--what they liked, how many times they did it in a night, what their secret kink was, the talk, the wine, and the weed were a combination that was making them horny.
"Soooooo, Rachellll, ever done it with a woman?"
Rachel almost spit up a mouthful of wine.
"Nooooo!"
She paused.
"Well, this one night, I made out with one of my sorority sisters."
"Reallllly...did you two make it?"
"Noooooo, never got that far, just, you know, kissing."
"Oh, that's too bad," Mona said, moving closer to Rachel. "I mean, your face, your legs, and my gawd those tits, she missed out on a good fuck."
Rachel's pussy gushed. Even though she was super jealous of Mona fucking Ross, she always thought she was super hot.
"Well, you know, I can fuck, just ask Ross."
"Oh, I did, and there have been a couple of times he described fucking you while he was fucking me, and all I could think about as he was pumping in and out me, was...I wished you were fucking me. Wow, those were the best orgasms I've ever had."
"More wine?" Rachel asked.
II.
Seeing Monica walk out of her bedroom wearing a sexy outfit made Phoebe's jaw drop.
The black teddy she wore was sheer lace and showed off Monica's perfect breasts.
Phoebe's eyes lingered on Monica's dark, hard nipples protruding through the fabric, and how she needed them in her mouth.
The panties she was wearing hugged her pussy so tightly, Monica's pussy lips were beautifully outlined, and the stockings made her legs look even more gorgeous--a sight of her drenched Phoebe's pussy.
"Well?"
"Dear, god," Phoebe muttered, "I could eat you alive."
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing..."
"Does my ass look good in this?"
Monica turned around, bent over to show off her pear-shaped ass, and gave her cheeks a little slap.
"I'll say."
"You know I don't usually wear a thong, are you sure, I just love the way it accentuates my ass and pussy, don't you think?"
Phoebe felt a familiar tightness in her nipples.
But she knew Monica was telling a little white lie.
As Monica gave her a peep show, she thought about when she, Monica, and Charlie went shopping and the two shared a dressing room.
When Monica pulled her pants off, revealing a very sexy thong, Phoebe gasped hard and faked having a hard time getting to the zipper on the back of her dress.
"Mon, can you get the zipper for me?"
"Oh, sure, here."
Phoebe's pussy flooded when Monica started to unzip her dress.
For Monica's part, she had always wanted to fuck Phoebe because she knew how kinky and dirty she was.
Slowly unzipping her dress, Monica salivated at the sight of Phoebe's back, lower back, and finally her pantiless ass.
Phoebe's dress dropped revealing her naked body. Monica gazed at her large breasts and pink nipples in the reflection of the mirror.
"Fuck." Monica thought to herself.
"Like what you see?" Phoebe asked after she caught Monica staring.
"Can I," Monica asked motioning to grab her tits from behind.
"Oh, mother may I."
Monica reached around and grabbed Phoebe's breasts with both hands and gently squeezed them.
"Uh..." Phoebe groaned, "Now my nipples, Mon."
Monica moved closer to Phoebe's back to get to her stiff nipples, rubbing her hardening nipples against Phoebe's back.
Gripping them in between her fingers, Phoebe's bullets stiffened even more.
"Oh, god, Monica, oh god, I don't know what feels better, you tugging on me, or feeling yours against me, keep going, keep going!"
Monica grabbed Phoebe, turned her around, and got the perfect angle to suck her tits. Monica reached behind her back and fumbled to undo her bra. Never once letting her mouth leave Phoebe's nipple.
"Mmmmmmm," Monica purred.
"You're very good at this, lover... What are you going to do to me...take advantage of me...fuck me...rape me?"
Spurred on by Phoebe's dirty talk, she finally removed her bra and put her thin lips against Phoebe's full and luscious mouth.
"Mmm, fuck," Monica growled.
"C'mon, Mon, give me your tongue, I want you to fuck my mouth with your tongue, let me feel it dart in and out," Phoebe teased.
Monica followed orders and thrust her tongue into Phoebe's now open mouth.
"Mmmmmm, good girl, good girl, mmmm, I love getting my mouth fucked by you, Monnnnnnnnnn," she purred.
Their moaning echoed throughout the dressing room. Sounds that didn't escape Charlie, who was in the next room, furiously mashing her breasts and playing with ebony pussy.
Phoebe wanted to get at Monica's cunt so she broke off the kiss, sat her down on a chair, took off Monica's thong, spread her legs, and dove her mouth onto Monica's very wet, trimmed, waiting pussy.
Monica opened her legs as wide as she could, raised her knees so she could make sure Phoebe got every inch of her slit.
"There's nothing I love more than licking gorgeous, puffy, pussy lips."
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Monica wailed.
