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Friends
by Joey (hisotherlife@earthlink.net)

***

Phoebe makes Rachel feel good, but Rachel doesn't live 
up to her end of the bargain. So Phoebe gets an evil 
idea in her head... (FF, MF, sitcom-parody)

***

CHAPTER 1: Rachel Talks Too Much


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.

END

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