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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: The One Where 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, both of them in only
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 is 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.  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 come...  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, comming!  Phoebe!  Oh my god!  I'm COMING!"

   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, 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: The One Where 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 spoke, softly
and seemingly casually, of 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 come 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: The One Where 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, but told 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 Polaroids 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 come.

   "Oh my god, Joey, I'm coming!"

   "Yeah, baby, come 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 coming 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, 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 (leaving 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: The One Where 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 removed 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 both hands he began to caress her ass,
pulling her to him.  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 come.  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 be.  Who knew?

   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, coming," 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 coming 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 coming, 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 come 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 a meteor hit them.  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 come.  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.

   "Cum 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.  When 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 memory of blowing him flashed in her mind 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 could not have been satisfied if she gave 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.

   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.

   Ross 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 11 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 come."

   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 gently and lovingly.

   Monica's mind was a torrent of feelings and thoughts and images, each
sensation she had was 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 between her legs 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 legs
pumped around 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 taking his stiff
cock between the still-wet lips of her pussy.

   "God, Ross, you made me come 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 nonfumigated apartment. 
Where, even now, he was coming down from a trip to heaven, but that's
another story.

   CHAPTER 6: The One With The House Warming Party Where 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 come.  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.  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, as her eyes closed
and 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 she
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, pulling her up onto the couch and getting on
top of her as 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 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?" She said, kissing him.  "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, tanned and smooth 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 feeling 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 come like I've never
come 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 coming, coming, coming 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, come in me, let me make you come." 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 thought 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 coming!" she cried out.  "Rachel, are you coming
too?"

   "Yeesss!"

   "Chandler, come with us, come with us, come on, come 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 coming 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
come 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: "Rachel, Ross is fucking me. 
Ross, Rachel is also fucking me.  Chandler is fucking Rachel too, Monica,
and also you guessed it, fucking me.  Chandler, Joey is fucking Monica. 
Everybody, Monica and Ross are fucking each other.  And 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, Phoebe sat in a chair in Monica's living room as Rachel
knealt on the floor before her and ate her pussy, her face buried between
Phoebe's spread legs.  Meanwhile 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.
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