Phoebe makes Rachel feel good – Friends porn parody

Phoebe couldn’t stand it. Rachel had been talking all
night. That wouldn’t have been so bad, she enjoyed an
all-girl bull session, but Rachel kept turning the
conversation back to sex. She was a little drunk. They
both were. They’d been to a party near Phoebe’s
apartment, had a lot of sangria, and Rachel asked if
she could crash with Phoebe.

She’d said yes but now, lying in bed next to her in big
t-shirts and panties, she was regretting it. Rachel had
broken up with Tag six weeks ago, and she’d not slept
with anyone since. Phoebe could sympathize…it had
actually been even longer for her… but Rachel was
driving her crazy. It was almost three AM as she said,

“And oh, god, Tag could really give it to me, you know?
He was so young and I used to just love putting my hand
over his thing and feeling it get bigger and bigger.”

“Rachel, um, are you sure this is the kind of thing you
want to be telling me? You might be embarrassed in the
morning.”

“Aw, hell no, no secrets between us girls,” Rachel
said. “I just can’t stop thinking about it. You know
how it is when a guy really knows how to work you over
great, to give you a good…”

“Oh yeah,” Phoebe said, thinking that it had been so
long she’d almost forgotten.

“Monica’s so fucking lucky she has Chandler to give it
to her every night. I mean, it is Chandler, but, must
be good to have what you need lying in bed next to
you.”

Somewhat to her exasperation, Phoebe realized she was
getting turned on. Since she evidently wasn’t going to
get any sleep tonight, she decided to see just how far
Rachel would go.

“Rachel?” She asked.

“Yeah Phoebs?”

“What was the best sex you ever had?”

“Hmmm, you’ll never believe it.”

“Try me.”

“Ross.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“No, really, he did things to me with his hands I’ve
never forgotten. Especially when,” Her voice trailed
off.

“When what?” Phoebe demanded. She was trying to keep
her voice normal.

“Well, you know how jealous Ross is, when I really
wanted him wild, all I had to do was just hint about
some other guy who’d gotten into my panties, and he
turned into an animal. Mmmmm, a great one.”

Turned away from Rachel on the bed, Phoebe was chewing
her thumbnail in frustration.

“How big was his dick?” She almost whispered. Her eyes
were closed. If Rachel was surprised she didn’t show
it. For the drunken intimacy of this conversation it
almost seemed appropriate.

“His dick, hmmmm, well, it was a better than good size,
but it wasn’t the biggest one I’ve ever seen,” she
replied.

“It wasn’t?” Phoebe couldn’t keep the disappointment
out of her voice. Right now she wanted to hear about a
big, hard cock.

“No, but when he’d touch me, ooooooh, ” Rachel gave a
sharp intake of breath.

Phoebe opened her eyes. “Rachel?”

“Yes?” Rachel’s voice was trembling a little.

“Are you touching your clit?”

“Little bit, I’m sorry Phoebe, I know I shouldn’t be
doing this right next to you, it’s just that I’m so
hot, with the drinks, and our conversation, do you want
me to stop?”

Phoebe rolled over and looked at her friend. Rachel’s
legs were slightly spread, her feet were together and
her right hand was absent-mindedly tracing the lips of
her pussy through her panties. Phoebe could see them
outlined in moisture. Rachel’s left hand was playing
with her own nipple.

“Look at you,” Phoebe almost sighed.

“I’m sorry, Phoebe,” Rachel said. “I was just getting
so wet, and I thought I could wait for you to go to
sleep, but then I just started thinking, and it’s been
so long, ” As she spoke, she lifted her butt off the
bed, slid her panties down and almost as if they had a
mind of their own, a couple of her fingers slipped
inside of her as she bit her lip, threw her head back
and closed her eyes.

“God, you’re turning me on,” Phoebe said softly, and
suddenly she was kissing Rachel’s soft lips. For a
moment Rachel surrendered, feeling Phoebe’s wet lips
against her soft little mouth. She was so aroused that
she almost didn’t care who she was kissing, and Phoebe
was so gentle, Phoebe, Phoebe, wait a minute. Phoebe?

“Phoebe,” she whispered, “what are you doing?

“Exactly what you want me to,” Phoebe whispered back,
and her hand trailed down Rachel’s stomach.

“Phoebes, is this OK? I mean…”

Before Rachel could finish her thought Phoebe was
thumbing her clit. Her mouth fell open and she started
involuntarily thrusting her hips up towards Phoebe’s
hand.

“Oh god,” she said. “Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe, feels so
good.”

“Yeah, you like that?” Phoebe said, her voice gaining a
dangerous edge.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh god!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, Rachel, your pussy feels so good.”

“It does?”

“Yeah. So hot… and wet… and tight. But I’m
wondering something.”

“What?” Rachel pleaded.

“I’m wondering if it’ll taste as good as it feels.”

With that, Phoebe removed her hand from between
Rachel’s legs and started kissing her way down her
body. She stopped and sucked first one of her friend’s
nipples into her mouth and then the other. Rachel
gasped and arched her back.

“God, Phoebe…where’d you learn all this?”

“Didn’t Monica ever tell you about the months I spent
in jail? You learn to like the taste of pussy pretty
quick when there’s no big peckers around. Now that I’m
out I’d much rather have a man inside me. But when a
friend is in need…”

“You really want…”

For the second time that night, Phoebe cut off her
friend’s question, this time by diving headfirst into
her cunt and lapping like a dog that just discovered
water. Rachel’s pussy went crazy, and she found herself
saying things she never would have imagined in a
million years.

“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, eat my pussy, eat my pussy
Phoebe, oh god, ” Then she lost her words and started
whimpering, quivering as Phoebe licked the tip of her
clit-head.

Suddenly Phoebe stopped and lifted her head.
“Rachel, you are going to give me some attention when
I’m done with you, right?”

“What? Yes, yes, anything, just don’t stop, make me
cum… please Phoebe, I’m dying.”

“Okay.” Phoebe swirled her tongue round and round
Rachel’s pussy in ever changing patterns as Rachel
tried to push her cunt forward into her face. She
looked up with an evil smile.

“You’re close, aren’t you bitch?”

“Yes, yes, so close, cumming! Phoebe! Oh my god! I’m,
CUMMING!”

Rachel exploded on the bed, twisting and turning,
throwing her head back and forth so violently she
almost seemed to be having convulsions. All the while,
Phoebe kept her mouth on her friend’s cunt, almost
feeling as though she were holding on for dear life.
Rachel came and came, and Phoebe sucked and sucked,
until Rachel collapsed, spent, onto the bedspread.

“Oh my god, Phoebe!”

Phoebe sat up and slipped down next to her friend,
holding her in her arms.

“Rachel Karen Green, your skin is so soft,” she said.

“Thank you Phoebe, wow! I mean, thank you Phoebe.”

“What are friends for if not a little great sex every
now and then?”

“I’ll say.”

Phoebe’s hand was slipping between her own legs now.
Her clit was aching for Rachel to return the favor.

“Well?” She said. “Rachel?”

Her friend’s snoring was her only reply.

“You have got to be kidding me! Wake up, you slut!”

But Rachel was dead to the world… Phoebe had sapped
her of all her strength.

“God damn it,” Phoebe grumbled. “I might as well have
been with a man.” When she said that an idea popped
into her head just as a series of images flashed before
her eyes. It was as if her life was a television show
and she was watching a promo for next week’s episode.

Suddenly she knew what she was going to do, and she
knew she was going to have a ball doing it. But first
she had to get herself off if she was going to get any
sleep. Phoebe reached between her legs and began
playing with herself. It wasn’t what she wanted, but
she knew she’d be getting what she wanted soon. And it
was gonna be great. One of her legs was rising in the
air and she was making strange guttural noises.

Oh yeah, she thought. You’re gonna get yours. She slid
two fingers into herself as Rachel slept peacefully
beside her.

CHAPTER 2: Phoebe and Ross Finish What They Started

At Ross’s apartment, Phoebe was giving him a massage.
He’d asked her to come over after a terrible fight with
Rachel…even though they’d broken up, the sexual
tension between them had never quite relaxed, and since
it couldn’t spill out into fucking each other any more,
they sometimes sniped at each other instead. Phoebe’d
brought a portable massage table which she’d set up and
that Ross was now lying on, face down, with a towel
around his middle, as she kneaded the muscles in the
back of his neck.

“That feels so nice, Phoebs,” Ross murmured.

Closing his eyes, he began to really enjoy the massage.
What he didn’t know was that Phoebe had a pretty good
idea why Rachel had picked a fight with Ross… it was
because she was freaked out over the night she’d spent
with Phoebe and didn’t know how to deal with it, so she
was lashing out. Ross also didn’t know that Phoebe knew
exactly how much he was enjoying the massage, which she
was performing in ways not exactly designed to get him
to relax. Even her conversation was part of the plan,
as she talked softly and seemingly casually about being
in a store with Rachel, seeing a Playboy, and talking
about which of them was pretty enough to be in it.

“What do you think?” She breathed into Ross’ ear.

“About what?” Ross asked.

He’d been fantasizing about Rachel and only half
listening to what Phoebe was saying. His penis was
swelling as he remembered the night after Rachel had
“gone commando” to his function, the blow job she’d
given him that night had almost made him melt. She’d
kept praising him and telling him how much she loved
him as she worked the shaft and kissed the head,

“Okay, Ross, turn over.”

Automatically Ross did as his friend asked, forgetting
that he was wearing only a towel, which didn’t do much
to protect his erect manhood from being exposed. Phoebe
looked amused.

“My, my,” she said, “Someone’s a satisfied customer.”

Ross adjusted the towel sheepishly as Phoebe reached
into her bag for some lotion. Remembering that he
didn’t like a lot of oils, she poured just a little
onto his chest before continuing the massage. Even this
was part of her plot. These special oils were supposed
to promote…”stamina.”

“Ross, you’re still too tense. Aren’t I relaxing you?”

Of course, Phoebe knew she was doing exactly the
opposite as she rubbed the lotion into Ross’s skin,
just above the towel. She glanced at his face. He was
looking at her unsurely but when she caught him looking
he shut his eyes. She knew he was wondering if she knew
what she was doing to him, that he was wishing she’d
open her legs to him. Little did he know he was going
to get his wish. Moving quickly, she suddenly unfolded
the towel and wrapped her mouth around his throbbing
cock.

“Oh, god! Oh, Phoebe!” was all he could say. She
continued the massage as she sucked him, but now she
was concentrating on his cock.

“I love it Phoebe, oh god, oh please don’t stop!”

She knew she’d gotten him so worked up he was going to
shoot his load soon. Kneeling in front of the table,
she wrapped his legs over her shoulders so she could
really dig in. His eyes were closed as he fucked her
face and she suspected he was thinking about Rachel,
which he was. Interrupting sucking him off, she asked,

“Is this what Rache; used to do to you?”

“Yes.”

“And would she tongue your balls like this?” She slid
her tongue up Ross’s sack, sucking his balls one at a
time into her wet, warm mouth.

“Yes, oh god yes, please don’t stop!”

His balls tightened up.

“I’m gonna…”

Phoebe returned her mouth to his cockhead just in time
for the warm fluid to begin to fill it. When he was
done she pulled a towel from her bag and spit his cum
into it. Then she looked at Ross. He was smiling at her
but he had a funny look in his eyes.

“Phoebe, what the hell did we just do?”

“I gave you oral sex,” she said calmly.

“I know, but, Phoebe? I don’t know how I feel about
that.”

“I think you feel pretty good.”

“Well.. .I really needed that.”

“I know. Oh, Ross, don’t you know how many times I’ve
thought about that time we almost, you know? You
remember, don’t you?”

“I remember.”

“I can still feel your cock pressing against my leg on
the pool table, you were so hard.”

So saying, Phoebe slipped out of her dress until she
was standing before Ross in nothing but her underwear;
she wore no bra. Ross’s eyes roamed over her body
which, he now realized for the first time, was almost
as good as Rachel’s.

“Like what you see, sailor?”

“Phoebe, you look amazing.”

“Why don’t you take these off?”

“What?”

“You heard me, take them off.”

Ross rose from the table and did as she asked, sliding
her panties down her legs.

“Your cunt is nice, Phoebe,” he said.

“Thank you.” Taking his hand, she led him to the couch.
There she sat back and placed his hand between her
legs.

“See how ready I am for you, Ross? I hope you can get
ready for me again soon.”

Somewhat to his surprise, Ross found that he was ready
for her, he was already hard again.

“Ooh, that’s nice,” she said, glancing at it. She moved
to wrap her legs around him, and as soon as the head of
his cock brushed against the lips of her pussy he
turned into the animal Rachel had described the night
before. Sliding into her tight pussy, he was overtaken
with passion as he began pumping in and out and kissing
her.

Phoebe was delighted, but her delight soon turned to
dismay as seemingly only a minute or less after they’d
started, Ross grunted,

“Oh Phoebes, oh Phoebes, I’m going to cum again!”

And then he did, shooting his wad inside her. Phoebe
couldn’t help being disappointed. After the build up
Rachel had given him, she’d expected Ross to last
longer than that. As he began kissing her neck, she
realized she’d have to expand her plan and patiently
bide her time. She was almost swooning from the idea of
it as Ross began to fuck her again, his cock not even
close to going down.

CHAPTER 3: Monica Surprises Joey

Monica opened the door to her apartment and went in.
She was confused. She’d just come back from lunch with
Phoebe, and she could have sworn she was telling her
she should cheat on Chandler. Oh, she hadn’t come out
and said it. But she kept talking about a friend of
hers who lived with a guy for a long time, and then
married him, and never told anybody but Phoebe that she
secretly wished she’d “sown a few more wild oats.”

Monica had to admit, it only to herself, there were
times when that seemed like a good idea. Since no one
else was in the apartment for once, she flopped down on
the couch and let her mind wander to who she would go
to first if she could fuck anybody she wanted to
without fear of hurting Chandler. Soon enough her
thoughts became so heated she decided to go to her
bedroom and get herself off before Chandler got there.
Crawling onto her bed she reached into the nightstand
for her vibrator. She’d bought it back when she was a
fat virgin, but it still came in handy for emergencies
like these.

Pulling her pants down and pointing the wand between
her legs, she flicked the on switch and…nothing
happened. Pulling the device up then she toggled open
the battery compartment and realized it was empty.
Damn, she thought. Chandler must have used them for the
remote control. Pulling her pants up she walked back
into the living room, only to find their remote used a
different type battery. And so did every other
electronic device she could think of in the apartment.

Feeling frantic, she decided to go over and ask Joey if
they had any batteries she could borrow. She’d tell him
it was for her clock radio. Walking across the hall,
she didn’t bother to knock before entering. They never
did. But the apartment seemed to be empty. She was
about to conduct another search when she heard what
sounded like Joey’s voice coming from his bedroom. She
knocked perfunctorily, entered, and then stopped on a
dime at what she saw.

Joey was lying on his side fully nude and his cock was
stiff. She marveled at it for an instant as he jerked
it, his eyes closed. It wasn’t as long as Chandler’s
but it had more, girth. There were pictures spread in
front of him of a beautiful girl stroking a man’s
penis. He must have been looking at them before… wait
a minute. That wasn’t just a beautiful girl, it was
Monica herself! And the penis wasn’t just any penis, it
was Chandlers! They were pictures they’d taken back
when they first started doing it and she’d assumed
Chandler had…

Joey’s eyes opened, perhaps he had sensed he was no
longer alone.

“Monica! What are you doing here?”

“I might ask you the same thing!” She yelled.

She was just standing there, flushed, her breasts
heaving with each breath, and Joey was even more
confused than usual. He reached down to cover himself
and Monica turned to run out of the room.

“Monica! Please, wait! I can explain.”

Monica wished very much that Chandler was there. She
wished she’d decided to just beat herself off with her
fingers. And she really wished she hadn’t seen Joeys,
she stopped herself from finishing that.

“I just… never knew you thought of me like that.”

“Come on! All the times I’ve hit on you?”

“Yeah, but, I guess I just never thought you meant it.”

“Of course I meant it. You’ve got such big tits.”

To Monica’s surprise, Joey had started stroking himself
again. Even more to her surprise, she found she didn’t
want him to stop.

“So,” she said, “did you, get a good look at my tits in
those pictures?”

Joey looked down at them.

“Not really,” he said. “There’s great shots of you
blowing Chandler and some gorgeous close ups of your
pussy…”

Joey’s voice trembled on “pussy.” Who knew what kind of
fantasy wet-dream figure he’d turned her into?

“God, I wanna fuck you, Mon.”

He was stroking his erect cock even faster and harder
now.

Monica still didn’t know why she hadn’t left.

“Joey. Wait a minute,” she heard herself saying. Joey
stopped and looked at her. Taking a deep breath, she
pulled her shirt over her head and reached behind her
to unhook her bra, letting her breasts free.

“Oh my god, Monica,” Joey breathed.

“You like my tits, Joey? I just figured, well, now I’ve
seen you so…”

“I get to see you. Like when Chandler saw Rachel’s
boobies.”

He shouldn’t have mentioned Chandler and they both knew
it. Monica suddenly felt a chill and she folded her
arms around herself, covering her big tits. Part of her
wished Joey would just take control of the situation,
take her (almost) against her will, so she wouldn’t
have to deal with the guilt feelings that were at war
with her desire to feel Joey inside her.

Her eyes closed as the fantasy flashed before her eyes
and she heard the bed creak. She assumed Joey was
getting into it again, when suddenly she felt his hands
on her waist, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them
down. She stepped out of them as though hypnotized and
Joey buried his face in her crotch, licking at the
still panty-covered lips of her pussy.

“Oh, Monica,” he was saying, his voice muffled, and she
could feel his hot breath on her thighs, “tell me what
you want, baby.”

“I want, I want…”

“Say it. Say it, Monica.”

She knew he wouldn’t go any farther with her unless she
asked him to, it was to be her decision. Her entire
body felt electrified, and she knew she only had a
moment to make a decision she would either remember
fondly or regret for the rest of her life.

“Do you want me, Monica? Say it. Tell me if you do. I’m
really good Monica, I promise, I’ll give it to you so
good.”

“Oh god!”

Her head was swimming. Joey was kissing her stomach now
and she felt fluttering inside. She pushed everything
in her mind away except for the charge she was getting
from Joey’s actions and how badly she needed to cum.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” She yelled.
“Fuck me good, baby! Fuck me, Joey!”

Joey yanked her panties down and pulled her to the
floor. Monica reached down and spread the lips of her
pussy with one hand while taking hold of his cock with
the other and pointing him in. As soon as she felt him
inside her she started to cum.

“Oh my god, Joey, I’m cumming!”

“Yeah, baby, cum for me, you like this, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes! I want you to, Ooooooooooh, the way you move
your dick in my pussy, I’m in heaven! I’m in heaven,
Joey!”

“You like that?”

“Yeah, you like giving it to me?”

“Oh yeah, Mon, Mon, Mon, Mon, Monica!” Joey cried out
her name as his load began to shoot inside of her.
Monica clutched at his head as he buried his face in
her neck and he could feel her cumming as he spurted.

“Oh god, yeah, Monica!”

“Joey…” she sighed, and kissed him long. She could
smell her own musk on his face from when he’d licked
her slit through her panties. Her arms gently caressed
his back.

“I love you, Joey,” she said truthfully.

“But not how you love Chandler?”

There was hesitancy in his voice and she knew he wasn’t
sure if he’d said something wrong again. She favored
him with a reassuring squeeze (but not with her hands)
and said,

“No. Not how I love Chandler. When I go back to my
apartment this can never happen again. And I’d
appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell anybody.”

“I won’t, I love you too, Monica.”

“But not how you love Chandler.”

“No, not how I love Chandler,” he said with a smile.

Joey had pulled out of her and now they were entwined
together on the floor. Monica knew she should get
dressed and go home, but she just wanted to revel in
the afterglow a minute longer. Plus she wanted to make
sure her face didn’t betray her in front of Chandler.
The sex with Joey had really hit the spot, it had been
just what she needed, but she realized it made her feel
somehow smaller than making love with Chandler. But
even as she thought that, her hands found their way to
Joey’s cock and began stroking it.

“Do you think you can do it to me one more time, my
baby?”

“If you help me I can, Mon.”

She got up suddenly, and crawled onto the bed, sticking
her ass into the air and rubbing her face on the
sheets.

“Ooooooooooh, fuck me from behind,” she cooed. Joey
knelt behind her on the bed and prepared to do as she
asked.

In the living room, unbeknownst to either of them,
Phoebe was walking towards the door. Everything had
gone according to plan. She’d gotten Monica thinking
about all the fuckings she wasn’t going to get if she
stayed faithful to Chandler, stolen the batteries from
her vibrator, and arranged for Joey to “accidentally”
find the naked pictures of her. Now for phase three.

Slipping into Monica’s apartment, she stripped naked
and threw her clothes in the bathroom. Except for her
panties, which she laid out on the couch where anyone
would see them when they walked in. Well, not anyone.
She had someone very special in mind,

Warmth tingled through her entire body as she walked
into the bathroom, closed the door (but left it
unlocked), and started the shower. As the water heated
up she leaned against the sink and played with her
pussy a little. Listening to Monica and Joey had really
gotten her all, but if all continued to go well, she’d
be making noises to rival theirs soon enough.

Stepping into the shower, the hot water felt wonderful
on her skin. She let her fingers dive inside her pussy.
She wanted to be naked (check), wet (check), and ready
when her special guest arrived. Check. She tried to
imagine what Joey was doing to Monica now in his
bedroom. She hoped he wasn’t dumb enough to let her
come back till they’d fucked at least two more times.

CHAPTER 4: Phoebe and Chandler Enjoy a Nice Shower

Chandler walked into Monica’s apartment and looked
around the living room. No one was there. Strange. He’d
thought Monica had told him to meet her there so they
could “knock boots.” He saw the panties on the sofa at
the same time he registered that the shower was
running, and the light dawned: Monica wanted him to
join her in the shower! Carrying her panties with him,
he slipped into the bathroom quietly.

Hoping he wouldn’t be heard above the sound of the
water, he closed the door and took off his clothes,
leaving them in a pile with Monica’s. Strange, he
didn’t remember ever seeing Monica in the outfit that
was on the bathroom floor, but it did look familiar.
Maybe she’d borrowed it from Rachel. Gazing at the nude
figure distorted by the shower curtain, as she raised
one leg and then the other, soaping the insides of her
thighs, Chandler felt his penis going up.

Grasping one end of the shower curtain, he quickly
pulled it aside, and said, “Ready to get your brains,
fu, PHOEBE?”

“Hi, lover,” Phoebe said in her sexiest voice. She was
wearing nothing but a big smile. She was stark naked
and Chandler couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming over
her body, in an instant taking in her wet, bedraggled
hair, red lips, full breasts, shapely stomach and
rounded hips, and the light, downy bush of pubic hair
between her legs. He could even see a little of her
pussy lips, suddenly his mind snapped to attention. He
wasn’t supposed to be seeing Phoebe naked.

“What, what are you doing here?” Chandler stammered.

“I’m taking a shower,” she said. She seemed almost
preternaturally calm about this. Chandler, however,
felt on the verge of a panic attack.

“You want me to go?”

“Yeah, no, as long as you’ve seen it, how do you like
my birthday suit?” She actually started posing, turning
her body this way and that, making sure Chandler got a
look at her from all angles. God, she had a nice ass.

“Judging from the way you’re pointing at me, I’d say
you like it, mister,” she said. “Didn’t anybody ever
tell you that’s not polite?”

Chandler was embarrassed and tried to cover his penis
with his hands; Phoebe was delighted to see that two
weren’t enough for the job. Now she knew why Monica was
so happy.

“Oh no, no, I thought you were…”

“You thought I was Monica, I know. She’s not here. But
I’m sure I…”

Then they both heard a knock at the bathroom door.
Chandler jumped when he heard Monica’s voice call.

“Who’s in there?”

Quickly, before Chandler had time to think, Phoebe
replied, “It’s me.”

“Phoebe?”

“Yeah?”

Chandler looked at Phoebe pleadingly, clasping his
hands together as if in prayer, thinking, please,
please, please don’t tell her I’m in here with you. Of
course, this meant uncovering his penis, which sprung
out and brushed against Phoebe’s leg. Both of them
shuddered at the impact of touching each other. Phoebe
reached out and took one of his hands in hers, lowering
it. Chandler hardly realized what she was lowering it
towards until she whispered,

“Play with my pussy, or I’ll scream so loud she’ll come
running in here.”

“Phoebe, I can’t…”

“Sure you can, it’s easy,” she said, and kissed him as
she placed his hand between her legs.

He found that it was easy. Phoebe gasped as his fingers
slipped inside her and her tongue slipped into his
mouth. Her pussy was hot and wet inside, and he was
getting harder as he could feel her muscles clutching
at his fingers as they probed her. She stopped kissing
him and pressed her lips to his ear.

“I’ve been dying for you to touch me like this, ever
since we played that little game…you remember when
everybody found out about you and Monica, I knew you’d
be good, I just knew it.”

The smell of Phoebe’s skin was driving Chandler crazy.
She’d put on some kind of body wash he didn’t
recognize… and certainly didn’t know was an
aphrodisiac. He felt as though nothing they could do
would hurt themselves or anyone else. With one hand he
began to caress her ass, while the other one rubbed her
clit. She was moaning gently in his ear, giving it
little nips, when they heard a knock at the door again.

“Phoebe?”

She lifted her head up and they both tensed.

“Yeah?”

“Have you seen Chandler?”

“I think he’s around here somewhere, but you know
Chandler, sometimes he’s so hard.” With that, she began
stroking his throbbing prick as it swelled even bigger,
“, to get a hold of.”

“Well if you see him, tell him I’m looking for him.”

“Monica’s looking for you,” she whispered. “Wanna go?”
She tightened herself around his fingers and her
fingers around himself. Now it was Chandler’s turn to
gasp in sexual bliss. When he recovered himself, a look
of concern flashed across his face.

“Should we really be doing this?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” She stepped out of the
shower, leaving it running to cover the sounds they
made, and bent over the sink, leaning over it and
affording Chandler a chance to really examine her ass
and cunt.

“If you don’t want to be inside me, we shouldn’t be
doing this. If that’s the truth, I don’t mind, and I
won’t breathe a word of this to Monica or anyone else.”
She smiled at him in the mirror. “But oh, I want you to
touch me. I want you to make me cum. My entire body,
it’s screaming out for you, Chandler.” She ran one
finger up and down the lips of her pussy and closed her
eyes. “But it’s entirely up to you.”

She only had to wait a second before she felt
Chandler’s lips on the back of her knee, kissing up her
leg, and finally his tongue slipping into her wet pussy
from behind. She clutched the sink so hard it seemed
she might break it.

“Feels so good,” she moaned, “But fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she almost chanted.

Chandler lifted his head and rose to stand behind her,
pressing his cock between the cheeks of her ass. His
arms encircled her as he fondled her breasts and she
bent her head back to kiss him. Then, bending her over
again, he reached down and slipped his hard cock into
her pussy. In the mirror, he could see her face, her
eyes closed, mouth open as he slid in and out of her.

“Oh my god, Chandler, that’s the biggest fucking thing
I’ve ever had in my pussy!” She was almost screaming,
and he would have been worried that Monica would hear
her even over the roar of the shower, but he was past
the point of worrying about Monica.

“Thanks, kid,” was all he said to Phoebe, “Your pussy’s
pretty, um, (he lost his train of thought for a few
strokes) nice, too.”

Steadying herself on the sink with one hand. Phoebe
reached between her legs with the other and caressed
his balls.

“Oooooooooh, Chandler, my pussy is on fire, fuck me
harder!”

Suddenly Chandler slipped out of her. She was
momentarily disappointed, but then he was pulling her
to the ground and rolling on top of her. Grasping the
sink fixture, he used it to pull himself as he moved
his dick in her pussy again. Then with one hand he
grasped a breast and squeezed it hard. She squealed
with joy and pleasure. Phoebe pulled her legs up and
wrapped them around him, enveloping the couple in a
kind of sexual cocoon. Releasing the sink, he
ecstatically kissed her all over her face and neck, her
moans rising in pleasure. He fucked her furiously, and
she met his every thrust with equal passion, one hand
now clutching his ass to pull him in, urging him in
deeper and deeper. This part of her plan had worked
better than her wildest dreams. Ross wasn’t the best
she’d ever had, but Chandler just might,

Suddenly he changed his angle of attack on her pussy,
and now he was rubbing right up against her clit. She
raked the fingernails of one hand across his back & ran
her fingers through his hair with the other.

“I’m, I’m, I’m, cumming,” she whimpered. She was
surprisingly quiet, even to herself, but Chandler heard
and kissed her, all the while keeping his cock
pistoning in and out of her hole. He watched her as her
head fell back, her face contorted in what almost
looked like pain except that she was crying out his
name.

Placing his hands flat on the tiled floor and gritting
his teeth with concentration to keep from cumming
himself, he slammed into her with all his might. Both
of them calling out “yes,” each time her clit and his
cock rubbed up against each other. And then she was
cumming, hard and fast, washed away on an ocean of her
own juices, but before she could come down, she
realized he was still pumping her, and she was going
to, oh my god she was going to cum again, but she’d
never, she hadn’t been, she wasn’t one of those women
who,

“CHANDLER!” She screamed embracing him, holding him
tight as he fucked her into near oblivion. Dimly in the
back of both their minds was the knowledge that Monica
had to have heard them. But neither could have stopped
if their lives depended on it. Phoebe was almost
crying, the pleasure was so wonderfully intense, her
need to keep feeling him rubbing on her clit so
frantic. She was clutching at him, squeezing,

“Chandler!! Chandler!! Chandler, I want to feel you
spill your seed inside meeeeeeeeee!!” Her voice rose
into a shriek. His hands were everywhere, in her hair,
on her breasts, reaching down and adding to the
pressure on her clit.

“That’s it, yes, yes!!” she moaned, as to her
astonishment he brought her to a third orgasm, burying
his rod in her. When she had stopped vibrating, she
placed a hand on his cheek and said,

“Stand up, there’s still one more thing I want to do
with you before we…”

Pulling out of her with a grunt, Chandler stood and
Phoebe sat up, quickly wrapping her lips around his
cock. With one hand she pumped the shaft, stroking him,
caressing him, her big eyes looking up at him and
begging him to cum. Looking down at his naked friend,
her beautiful round ass curled up on the floor as she
increased the speed with she was sucking his cock, he
moaned,

“I’m, gonna…”

Then he was exploding in her mouth, his warm seed
filling it as she sucked and swallowed it all down. She
made little humming noises of pleasure and kept her
lips clamped tight around his tool.

“Good to the last drop,” she said when he had finished,
and kissed the head of his cock. He had to laugh, a
laugh that turned into a whoop of triumph.

Later, a fully dressed Phoebe slipped out the bathroom
door, looking around for Monica. They’d decided that
Phoebe would do everything possible to get her out of
the room so Chandler could sneak out too. And if she’d
heard them, they’d deal with that when they came to it.

“Came to it,” Chandler had sniggered, and rubbed his
crotch against Phoebe’s ass when they were getting
dressed as they talked about it. Phoebe had nearly
pulled up her skirt and told him to take her again
right there.

They were in luck: Monica was nowhere to be found, and
Phoebe whispered to Chandler to come out. As she left
they risked a quick kiss. As Phoebe walked down the
hall she heard a faint, “Yes” coming from Joey’s
apartment and she had a pretty good idea where Monica
had gone. Thinking Chandler had stood her up, she must
have gone back for another ride on the Tribiani
motorcycle.

(She had no idea how right she was, at that moment,
Monica was bent over and Joey was driving into her with
all his considerable skill.)

Phoebe smiled. She needed to go home and sleep off the
wonderful fucking Chandler had given her, and then on
to the nastiest phase of her plan. And she knew just
what she was going to do,

CHAPTER 5: The One with the Taboo

Monica opened her bedroom door and went into the living
room of her apartment. It was late…almost three
AM…and she was lonely and couldn’t sleep. She wished
Chandler were there, but he’d said something about
helping Phoebe study for a test. Apparently she had to
renew her massage license. Of course, if he were there,
he might not have made Monica feel any better.

Ever since she’d been with Joey she’d felt a certain
coldness from Chandler, but she didn’t know if he
sensed something or if it was all in her imagination.
She had no idea that Chandler’s thoughts were
preoccupied with what had happened between him and
Phoebe, and that he was just as worried that she knew
about that as she was that he knew about Joey. Joey.
Unbidden, the image of blowing him flashed before her
eyes and made her feel a thrill that she hadn’t felt
since her first time.

That was what was so damn addictive about screwing
around with Joey, she thought, he made her feel, well,
shiny and new. Like a virgin. She remembered getting
down on her knees to him in the shower the night before
and sliding him between her huge breasts. It felt dirty
and wrong and oh, oh so thrilling. She loved to kiss
his penis up and down the shaft, then take it into her
mouth and suck like her life depended on it. The taste,
the warmth, the power she felt surging through both it
and herself.

She wished she could spend a whole night alternately
sitting on it and sucking it, and having him return the
favor. Hmmmm. The whole night? Well, that was something
she couldn’t do. But maybe there was something she
could do to alleviate her current problem. Padding
lightly, she opened her door, closed it again and
crossed the hall. Trying the opposite door, she found
it as usual unlocked as she slipped inside. Crossing
the room to Joey’s door (slowly to give her eyes time
to adjust to the darkness), she felt her heart pounding
and her pussy start to throb with lust.

Dear god, she thought. I hope Joey appreciates what I’m
risking here. It almost made her turn back but the
wetness in her pussy would not be denied. Thinking
about Joey had gotten her so turned on she felt as
though she couldn’t be satisfied if she got to give
Joey head while Chandler fucked her. Though that was
certainly a thought, one that gave her a horny little
shudder.

“You’re really hot,” Chandler had told her soon after
they started doing it, but he had no idea. Sometimes
she had to masturbate two or three times after he had
gone to sleep just to be able to relieve her sexual
tension. Sometimes she gave him head in his sleep just
to taste his cum. And now, she thought, Joey Tribiani
is going to get the same treat. And I know he’ll like
it, and I can get some release.

In bed, Ross was thinking about a girl and his cock was
throbbing. But for once, the girl he was thinking of
wasn’t Rachel, it was Phoebe, and she’d promised to
come and see him, with a wild look in her eye, instead
of the frustration that Rachel inevitably left him
with.

Phoebe had given him very specific instructions that he
didn’t fully understand, but now that he knew what she
was capable of doing with that body of hers, he was
willing to go along. Still, it had been an effort to
keep from masturbating as he waited for her, thinking
about her rounded, smooth stomach and surprisingly
large breasts with nipples that seemed to look straight
at him.

He imagined feeling them in his hands again, slick with
sweat and the heat of their lovemaking. But Phoebe had
told him if he jacked off before she got there, she’d
know, and let him know in no uncertain terms there
would be no other sex for him that night if he did.
He’d thought she might be kidding, but he didn’t want
to take that chance. And now it seemed the long wait
was being rewarded, as he heard the door open slowly.

Monica found Joey’s legs in the dark and slid her hands
up his calves to his boxer shorts, where she extracted
his penis. She placed a light kiss on the head.
Something seemed strange for a moment, but what it
might be she soon forgot as she wrapped her lips around
the cock and sucked it into her mouth. She heard a moan
and felt Joey’s hands on her head. Again, a little
flicker of discomfort passed through her mind, but she
couldn’t put her finger on it, and she needed to taste
his cum before she could think about anything else.

Ross felt Phoebe’s gentle touch glide up his legs and
take out his cock. Her touch felt different than it had
the other night, somehow stronger, but he assumed that
was because she wasn’t using oils… and then he felt
her lips on the head of his cock, followed by the soft,
wet warmth of her mouth all around it, and he wasn’t
assuming anything after that.

As she worked his penis he tried to say “Ooh, Phoebes,”
but she licked his balls just as he was trying to say
her name and it turned incoherent. He placed his hands
in her hair and realized that she must have had it cut.
Maybe for him. He wondered if she’d cut any of her
other hair to boot, and determined to turn on the light
when he gave her head to see.

Joey’s cock seemed to be growing thicker in Monica’s
mouth. That was good, because she’d realized one of the
things that seemed off was that the shaft seemed
smaller, not by a lot, but still. He couldn’t be losing
interest that quickly, could he? To reassure herself,
she swirled her tongue around the shaft and was
rewarded by the feel of it swelling in her mouth once
again.

“Oh god, you’re so good at this,” she heard a voice
say. But, but, it wasn’t Joey’s voice! Unable to
believe her ears, Monica felt the pressure building in
the tool in her mouth as her hand cupped the balls
reflexively.

Ross couldn’t wait to let his warm seed spurt down his
friend’s throat.

“Phoebe…”

The head at his cock lifted for an instant and he heard
her say,

“No, not Phoebe.”

In a flash of shadow the figure reached for the switch,
and in a blaze of light Ross saw a woman with a sexy
body in a nightshirt, looked down at his own exposed
cock and realized to his horror that the woman who’d
been about to taste his cum was, was, his sister
Monica! And before he’d had time to process that, much
less the wild look on her face, she fell onto the bed
and inhaled him again.

“What, but, but, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…”

Monica opened her mouth and took every drop her big
brother could give.

He didn’t know how this had happened but someway,
somehow, a door had been opened to his deepest desire.
Older even than his obsession with Rachel, his wanting
to lay his sister. From when she was in junior high
school and had started to develop curves and an ass,
before she ate herself fat in high school. Then, after
she lost the weight, oh god he told himself she was his
sister and he didn’t think of her that way, but he did,
and secretly that was why he had been so crazed when
she started laying Chandler. If my best friend, if my
college roommate, why not me?

Monica crawled up in the bed and lay down next to Ross.
She pulled up the nightgown she was wearing and spread
her legs, opening her pussy to the air. She wore no
panties.

“Ross,” she said, “you better get down here and make me
cum.”

She put her head back and played with her pussy while
she waited.

Ross was still stunned for a moment. Could she really
be saying what he thought she was saying?”

“We’ll talk about this later, Ross,” she said. “Right
now my pussy needs filling.”

“But, this is wrong.”

“Did it feel wrong when you were in my mouth? Does this
feel wrong?” She grasped his hand and rubbed it into
her mound. Ross was taken by surprise as he heard his
sister cry out in a high pitched moan followed by a
sharp intake of breath as she worked his fingers into
herself.

“Come on, Ross, don’t you know what you’re doing to
me?”

God, his little sister was like a cat in heat and her
pussy was under his fingertips. Leaning over her head
he kissed her, plunging his tongue as deep as he could
into her mouth. He felt her fingers in his hair as she
released his hand, which continued its practiced
movements.

“Mmmmm hmmmmmm, now I know what Rachel’s been missing.”

“She said that?”

“Oh, god, Ross, if you knew how much she wants you to
touch her with those hands again, she won’t shut up
about it, and now I know why, hy…”

Monica’s eyes closed and her face contorted in pleasure
as Ross’s three fingers continued massaging her most
sensitive place. She could feel the orgasm rising
inside her as she writhed under her brother’s touch.
Ross’s hands were so, wait, why was he moving?

“What are you doing, don’t stop!”

But then she felt his mouth on the lips of her pussy
and she understood why he had moved, and she could feel
electricity shooting through herself, pleasure tingling
up and down her spine as he dove into her, and now his
cock was in her face and he was hard again and she
returned him to her mouth as he thrust his tongue deep
into her and she sucked and sucked and sucked and
sucked her brothers cock. Both of them making animal
noises they’d never be able to describe to another (or
make with anyone else) as long as they lived. Ross
reached up with one hand and grabbed her breast,
rubbing the nipple gently between thumb and forefinger
as he continued to kiss her pussy.

Monica’s mind was a torrent of feelings and thoughts
and images, each sensation she had knocked away, sent
spinning by the next. Her mouth was like a vacuum over
Ross’s cock as she slid it in and out of with abandon,
working the shaft, intoxicated by the smell of him.

In 69 they lay across the bed, gobbling each other up
like one of Monica’s meals. And as she tasted her
brothers warm flesh Monica thought that what he didn’t
know, what no one knew, was that her eating problem had
come about as a result of the guilt she suffered for
the way her nipples got hard when they wrestled as
children, the way her pussy got all wet and juicy and
she had to run to her room to masturbate.

This is what I really wanted in my mouth, she thought.
This, all the time. And now she was wetter than she’d
ever been because finally, finally, finally she had her
brothers face in her crotch and he was eating her pussy
and she had his cock in her mouth and it tasted so good
and oh my god she was gonna explode soon if he
didn’t…

She took his prick out of her mouth and said in a low
voice, trembling,

“I want you inside me.”

The smell of her dripping pussy was driving Ross wild
and he didn’t need to be asked twice. He stopped
sucking her clit and got on his knees between her legs.
She pawed at him, stroking his hard penis as he
prepared to enter her.

“Should we do this?” She asked, her voice suddenly
uncertain even as she jerked her hand smoothly up and
down his prick. She’d wanted him inside her in the
worst way only a moment ago but now, faced with the
reality of it, she wasn’t sure, was it alright? She
thought it was alright, and Ross leaned down and kissed
her neck as his warm prick slipped between the lips of
her pussy.

“Oooooooooooh, so goooood,” she moaned. He took her
roughly, yet with great care, and she could feel him in
her with every fiber of her being.

Ross reached around and cupped her ass, pulling her to
him. Her beautiful face, her gorgeous breasts, god,
they were all his tonight and he was gonna fuck her raw
as his cock sawed across her clit.

Suddenly she was over the edge.

“Oh my God! Ross! Yes!”

And in that moment he was giving his cum to her. A
smile split her face as she clutched him, pulling him
to her as he poured cum into her and her pussy clenched
at him frantically, desperately trying to prolong this
moment of brotherly lust. Coming down from her big
orgasm, she had several more smaller ones along the way
as she alternately kissed him and laughed with joy and
pleasure.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!” Ross cried as he came in, and
with, his sister.

When he could stand to remove himself from her (Which
took a while thanks in no small part to her
encouragements) he caressed her gently, gliding his
fingertips over her satiny skin. She kept pawing at his
penis, hoping to enjoy one more beautiful ride on his
body before the sun came up and they had to face the
reality of what they’d done to and with each other.

He was sensitive, but she was insistent, and soon he
was rising to greet the new day sooner than the sun.
Monica slipped one leg over her brother, pushing him
down on the bed by his chest and once more took his
stiff cock between the still-wet lips of her pussy.

“God, Ross, you made me cum so many times, I’m so
happy…”

“I love you, Monica.”

“I love you too, Ross… have you got one more load for
me?”

“Yes Mon, but be gentle.”

“Come on Ross, give it to me,” she said, rolling her
ass around her big brother’s cock.

“You keep that up and I will.”

“You keep that up, and I will too,” she said with a
smile.

Ross’s hands rose up and her breasts filled them as he
sucked first one, and then the other. Then he placed
his hands around her waist and began to direct her as
she slammed up and down on his penis.

Outside the door, Phoebe held her ear to the wall and
listened as Monica came and came, shouting out her joy.
This had been Phoebe’s trickiest move yet, and it had
worked unbelievably well. At Central Perk that day,
she’d set up Joey with a girl from the massage parlor
who was known to be easy, ensuring he wouldn’t be at
home tonight. She made sure to do this when Monica
wasn’t around. Then she told Ross that her building was
being fumigated and she’d be staying at Joey’s, and
suggested he should meet her there.

“OK, Phoebes, but why in the dark?” he’d asked.

“I don’t know, I guess it just makes it feel nastier.”

That put a glazed look into his eye as she smirked
because he didn’t know how nasty it was gonna get.

Then she enticed Chandler to come over to her non-
fumigated apartment. Where, even now, he was coming
down from a trip to heaven, but that’s another story.

CHAPTER 6: House Warming Party – Everyone Finds Out

Earlier that night, before Monica crept across the
hallway to Joey’s apartment, Rachel knocked on Phoebe’s
door. She wasn’t sure what had brought her there. She
wasn’t sure of anything any more. All she knew was that
her mind had been well and truly blown by her
experience with Phoebe, and if that was what it was
like to be a lesbian, well, men had some competition.
It was a fair fight, though, Phoebe had the hands of a
masseuse and a great mouth, but men had big hard cocks.
But like Phoebe had said, when a friend is in need.

“Come in!” She heard Phoebe call, and opened the door.
What she saw shocked her. Phoebe was sitting on her
coffee table with her skirt hiked up to reveal her
long, smooth legs. She was sucking the cock of the man
standing in front of her with his pants down below his
knees. This in and of itself would have been enough,
but the man was Chandler!

“What, Phoebe, what are you doing?”

“Making Chandler cum. Close the door,” Phoebe said.

Rachel did as she asked, almost like a zombie, as
Phoebe returned her attention to Chandler’s prick.
Rachel stood there stunned, she literally could not
believe what she was seeing. Chandler looked at her,
his stricken expression mixed with sexual pleasure. She
guessed that he hadn’t wanted Phoebe to let her in
while she was sucking his penis and in a way she wished
she hadn’t, she didn’t want to know that he was
cheating on Monica with one of her best friends. How
could he, how could Phoebe, do this to her? But looking
at Phoebe with her lips wrapped round his cock, the
pulling Rachel felt told her. Now she knew why Monica’s
nickname for Chandler was Mr. Big.

Her body was feeling strange, she kept telling herself
she should be horrified, she should run out of the
apartment, she should yell at them to stop, but somehow
it wasn’t what she was doing.

“Look at it, Rachel,” Phoebe cooed, as she realized her
eyes had never left the cock. “Isn’t it bigger than you
ever imagined?” Chandler somehow managed to look
sheepish, aroused and proud at the same time.

“It’s pretty big,” Rachel heard herself say, and then
clapped a hand over her mouth, turned and headed
towards the door. She’d only taken a few steps though
when Phoebe said, “Mmmmm, great ass. Doesn’t she have a
great ass, Chandler?”

“I’ve always thought so,” Chandler said. He was
thinking of the time he’d gone to meet Ross the morning
after Rachel had stayed at his apartment. Ross’s
bedroom door had been open and he’d casually glanced in
on his way to the bathroom. Rachel had been lying naked
in bed, most of her body covered by a sheet, but her
ass was exposed as she slept. He’d never been able to
forget the sight of those cheeks spotlighted in the
morning sun. He swelled in Phoebe’s mouth at the
thought.

“Thank you,” Rachel said softly. She didn’t want to
turn around for fear Phoebe or Chandler would sense the
wetness that was forming slightly between her legs.

Phoebe pushed Chandler down on the sofa and bent over
his lap.

“Oh baby, you do know what I like,” he sighed.

Rachel was metaphorically on the edge of her seat.
She’d just about decided to call Ross and tell him she
wanted to go to bed with him just for sex, just to get
herself off, when Phoebe stood. Rachel turned around in
time to see her friend as she pulled her dress over her
head. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. Phoebe
returned to her task and Rachel found herself looking
at Phoebe naked for the first time with a sexual edge.

She’d seen her friend’s body many times, of course, in
the gym shower room and whatnot, but after the evening
they’d spent together, it seemed to take on a new
dimension. So did her face. As Phoebe’s hair fell
around Chandlers prick, brushing against his pubes,
Rachel saw a look in her pretty friend’s eyes that
she’d never seen before. It was as if his cock was a
crack pipe and she was taking a deep hit.

Phoebe smiled at her, then winked, and said, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, it tastes even better than it looks. And if
you’re nice to me, I’ll let you lick it a little.”

“What do you, mean by nice?”

Phoebe raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“You do the math,” she said, and got down on her hands
and knees in front of Chandler so her ass was pointing
at Rachel.

Oh no. Oh no no no. Not that. Indecision pulled at
Rachel as her crotch seemed at war with her brain. She
suddenly felt terribly hot, as though her clothes were
constrictive.

“Rachel, why don’t you take your top off?” Phoebe
asked, as if she knew how Rachel was feeling. “I know
I’d love to see your breasts again, and I’ll bet
Chandler would too.”

“Yeah, you know I’ve already seem ’em.”

Then Phoebe went back to Chandler’s hard penis and took
it’s full length in her mouth for a moment, returned
and said, “Ooh, Rachel, you’ll love his cock. You gotta
try it. It’s so big,” she said, kissing the head, “and
hard,” she said, sucking a little of it into her mouth,
“and hot,” she said, sliding down it as far as she
could, swallowing his member in great gulps in between
licking it like a lollypop.

Rachel was still frozen. She knew what the consequences
of her next actions would be, and her eyes momentarily
filled with tears as she looked at Chandler and said,
“Just don’t tell Monica you were on a break.”

Then she fell to her hands and knees and crawled behind
Phoebe, licking her sex from behind to Phoebe’s great
joy. Chandler sat back on the couch and marveled at the
sight as Rachel went to work on her, kissing and
licking as best she could, though she presumably didn’t
have much experience with this kind of sex.

It seemed to be working just fine on Phoebe, however,
her eyes closed as he was rewarded by a passion-induced
redoubling of her efforts as she sucked his dick. The
sounds she made were music to his ears. Then he wrapped
her hands around it and sat up, pulling away from
Rachel’s mouth.

“Wasn’t I good?” Rachel asked, and as Chandler looked
in her clear blue eyes he thought he had never seen her
look more vulnerable. Phoebe pulled Rachel to her,
kissed her, and said, “You were great, honey, you
deserve a reward.”

Then she moved to the right side of Chandler’s cock,
and indicated that she wanted her friend to join her on
the other side, which Rachel did. Phoebe offered the
cock to her and Rachel took it in one of her small
hands, which only made it look bigger to her as she
uncertainly jerked it up and down.

She took a quick look at Chandler’s face, saw that he
seemed to be pleading with her, took a deep breath and
slipped him into her mouth. It was almost more than she
could handle, not the size (though that was more than a
mouthful), but the moment, the sheer intoxication of
it. And then Phoebe was pulling her head up and away.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you to share?” She licked
up one side of Chandler’s prick, swirling the
underside. Rachel licked up the other and for a few
moments they shared him, so that he could never quite
tell whose tongue was where on his cock.

“My mother never told me anything about this,” Rachel
said, out of breath.

“How ’bout this?” Chandler spoke suddenly and pulled
Rachel’s shirt over her head. Phoebe quickly unhooked
Rachel’s bra and her breasts spilled out. She pressed
his rod between them and stroked it, running her tongue
over the head.

Phoebe had her hand between Rachel’s legs and even
through her pants she could feel how wet and hot she
was.

“Chandler.” She said.

“Yeah, Phoebs?”

“I think one of us had better eat this girl’s pussy
before she bursts. And since I’ve already had the
pleasure…”

Chandler grunted surprise as Rachel looked at him and
said, “Uh-huh.” She sat up to help Phoebe slide her
pants off, then her panties, and Phoebe began licking
her clit.

“I was wrong,” Phoebe said after a few licks, “it’s
past the point where she needs her pussy eaten. She
needs to be fucked.”

Rachel shuddered and sighed in ecstasy as Phoebe’s
mouth brought her closer to release. She looked up at
Chandler even as she put his cock back in her mouth,
her eyes telling him what she wanted him to do. And
just in case he missed the message, she slid his cock
out of her mouth just long enough to say,

“Fuck me.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Chandler said, and pulled her up onto the
couch with her legs wrapped round him.

“Oh my god, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, Chandler, oh my
god I can’t believe it.”

His cock was sliding inside her now, slowly, and Phoebe
got off on watching the expression on her friends face
turn to disbelief.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” She asked.

“Yes, yes, so good,” Rachel’s eyes were closed as her
legs pumped up and down, trying to pull Chandler deeper
into her, even though he was already deeper than any
man had ever been, and it seemed as if she couldn’t
supply enough lubricant to meet her demand.

“Chandler, Phoebe, I’ve never felt so, so…”

“I know kid,” Chandler said, “me, too.”

“Don’t forget about me,” Phoebe said, kissing Chandler.
“You better not give all your cum to her.”

“I won’t, I won’t.” Chandler was amazed at how smoothly
his cock was gliding in and out of Rachel’s pussy. He
looked down at her face and she wrinkled in her nose at
him for a moment in a way that was just so Rachel, that
it was as if he finally realized who he was inside.

“Oh, Rachel, I’m so glad we’re finally doing this, I’ve
wanted to fuck you from the first moment I saw you.”

“Me, too,” Rachel said, her brow furrowed as he
pistoned in and out of her. “Remember when I first met
you? You tried to pick me up when I was with Mindy and
the girls? I almost came back and jumped you, I wanted
you to ravish, me.”

Emboldened, suddenly he pulled out and flipped her so
she was bent over on the sofa on her knees. Quickly he
worked his stiff cock back into her from behind.

“Oh, god!” She said.

“You guys are really mean,” Phoebe said. Rachel looked
up awkwardly as Chandler pumped inside her.

“What’s wrong, Phoebs?”

“You promised you wouldn’t…”

Chandler motioned to her and Phoebe came and stood next
to him. Taking one hand off Rachel’s small waist, he
slid his fingers into Phoebe’s pussy and she began
grinding her hips against them in a circular motion.

“Ooooooooooh, Chandler, you’re making my knees weak. I
knew you’d think of something. See, this is why you’re
the smart one.”

They stayed like that for a minute, just enjoying the
feel of being joined. Chandler tried his best to pay
equal attention to both the women, but the fact that it
was Rachel he was moving in and out of made him favor
her slightly.

“Oh girls,” he said, “when this is over I’m gonna cum
like I’ve never cum before. He reached up and found one
of Phoebe’s breasts. “Come over here and let me suck
that.”

“Yes Mr. Chandler.” Phoebe leaned over close to him so
he could cup the soft flesh of her breast and bring her
nipple to his mouth. This also brought her close enough
so she could reach down and massage Rachel’s clit even
as Chandler continued grinding into her.

“God, Phoebe, feels so good,” Rachel said. “Phoebe,
Chandler,” She closed her eyes and Phoebe and Chandler
smiled at each other. When she’d proposed this plan
Chandler had said no way, afraid that Rachel would run
and tell Monica before they had a chance to get her in
on it. But Phoebe had felt him respond (he had been
inside her at the time) and knew that he wanted to fuck
Rachel. And her.

“You, both of you, are just so beautiful,” he was
saying, and Rachel looked back at him with lust in her
eyes. Phoebe and Chandler clasped hands, and then she
moved his back to her clit so he could continue rubbing
it.

Rachel’s face was contorting and Chandler felt the
tell-tale clutching of her pussy and he knew she was
cumming, cumming, cumming and it was all he could do to
keep from flooding her. Especially since Phoebe had now
bent down and was licking his balls.

When Rachel came down she said,

“God, Chandler, cum in me, let me make you cum.” She
was flexing her pussy and squeezing his cock, knowing
he was near the supreme moment. But again Chandler
found control and with great will power he pulled out
of her, grabbed Phoebe and pushed her onto her back,
positioning himself over her.

“No,” he said, “I think Phoebe deserves the big
present.”

“Yay! Yay me! Ummmmmmmm” cried Phoebe as he kissed her
and slammed his cock into her hard.

Rachel watched from the couch in awe, slipping her
fingers into herself and matching Chandler’s cock with
every stroke. Phoebe placed her legs on Chandler’s
shoulders as he bore into her, both of them making
noises unlike any Rachel had ever heard. His ass was a
blur as Phoebe cried out in delirium, and Rachel
crawled to their side and suckled at Phoebe’s tits like
a newborn. Phoebe stroked her hair and Chandler reached
down and frigged Rachel’s clit furiously. She found
herself wishing she had a strap-on dildo so she could
really fuck Phoebe, and that made her shudder as
another orgasm wracked her. Phoebe’s mouth was wide
open and her face was alight with pleasure and ecstasy.

“Oohhh! My god! I’m cumming!” she cried out. “Rachel,
are you cumming too?”

“Yeesss!”

“Chandler, cum with us, cum with us, come on, cum with
us!”

“Oohhh, my god!”

And then he was thrusting furiously into her, his semen
rising until he finally came, exploding in a rush
inside Phoebe.

“Oh god! Yes, yes YES! Ohhhhhh, I love it when you do
that!” she screamed.

Rachel was jealous. She wanted to feel Chandler still
within her, shooting and spurting cum, until… “Rache,
get ready,” Chandler moaned, then suddenly he was
pulling out of Phoebe but he was still cumming and
Rachel knew what he wanted her to do and she moved her
head down quickly to catch him in her mouth and taste
his cum.

Then they all collapsed exhausted on the floor,
breathing heavily, until Phoebe got up.

“Where are you going?” Chandler asked.

“I have something I have to check on,” she said. “Can
you guys be good while I’m gone?”

“Oh, I think he can be,” Rachel said with a smile. She
was already planning to get Chandler inside her again,
and this time he was going to cum in her. Chandler
stared at Phoebe as she dressed, regretting the bother
of wearing clothes. Phoebe had such a great ass… so
did Rachel… why did they have to cover them up?

“I’ll be back soon,” Phoebe said, blew each of them a
kiss and left. If either of them wondered where she was
going at almost three in the morning they didn’t
mention it, maybe because Rachel’s lips and tongue were
already trying to encourage Chandler to rise again.

The next day, Phoebe opened the door to Central Perk
and looked in. All her friends were there, as usual,
but they looked completely different than usual.

Rachel wasn’t looking at Ross. Ross wasn’t looking at
Rachel. Joey wasn’t looking at Chandler. Chandler
wasn’t looking at Monica. And Monica wasn’t looking at
anybody. Phoebe walked in, sat down in front of them,
and spoke softly.

“Guys, I have something to tell you. And I know it’s
something that some of you are going to find shocking,
so I want you to promise me you’ll wait till I’m
finished before you decide what to do.”

They all promised, though a couple looked unsure.
Satisfied that she had their complete attention, Phoebe
began: “Ross, Rachel is fucking me. Rachel, Ross is
also fucking me. Chandler, Joey is fucking Monica.
Monica, Chandler is also you guessed it, fucking me.
Everybody, Monica and Ross are fucking each other. And
Chandler is, yes, fucking Rachel too. Now, we can all
sit here and get uncomfortable and awkward and
emotional and tense about this, or we can go up to
Mon’s apartment and get it on the way we should have
been getting it on for years.”

With that she stood, brushing off her coat, and left
without looking back or uttering another word. A moment
later, Rachel followed. Then Ross. Then Chandler,
Monica, and finally, Joey, who had finally realized
that Phoebe had really said what he’d thought she’d
said.

That night, Rachel ate Phoebe’s pussy as she sat in a
chair in Monica’s living room, while Ross fucked Rachel
from behind. Nearby them on the couch, Joey and
Chandler shared Monica, who found that they didn’t have
enough plugs to fill her holes, and wished and waited
impatiently for Ross to join them.

As her friends’ voices rose in orgasm, Phoebe smugly
congratulated herself. It’d worked a treat.

She should have thought of this years ago.