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.