Gangbang of Phoebe

I say, “We never speak of this.”

“Our wives can never find out,” Ross adds.

“Never,” say Phoebe and Joey.

I don’t trust them but I’m too drunk and sexually frustrated to care. “I’m in,” I say walking to Phoebe. I grab her by the waist and pick her up. She immediately wraps her legs around me, and I carry her to the picnic table while we make out.

Once I set her on the table, my friends surround us, stripping off our clothes. Hands that aren’t Phoebe’s (hers are gripped into my hair) unbuckle and pants me. Hands cup and squeeze my balls. Fingers wrap around my shaft.

I have to stop kissing Phoebe long enough for her shirt to get ripped off. Ross immediately devours her pierced nipples. I step back, and Joey and I tear her leggings in half. She bared and read for us.

With his hand on my ass, Joey encourages me, “Taste her bro. Get that pussy ready for our hard cocks.”

I kneel in the mud, and bury my face in her pussy. Phoebe rests her legs on my shoulders as I lick and suck her. Muffled by her thighs, I hear her husband say, “Open up babe. I got a treat for your mouth.”

She sucks her husband while I eat her out. A hand grabs mine and peels it off of Phoebe’s thigh. Ross spits into it, and pulls it to his dick. I wrap my hand around a much thinner cock than mine and stroke as I lick pussy. Too much multitasking but they both seem to be enjoying it. I even stop stroking to wet my hand on Phoebe dripping pussy. Ross groans when I stroke him with increased vigor.

Since it’s his wife, Joey takes control. He commands, “Chandler get up her and get your reward for eating my wife’s pussy. Ross toss her ankles on your shoulders and try to touch her cervix.”

Ross takes my place between Phoebe’s legs. He’s the first to fuck her. He wastes no time burying his cock deep. I watch it disappear inside her small body amazed she can take it all.

Joey grabs me. His large curved cock hits into me as he directs me. It pushes between my ass cheeks as he pushes my cock down to his wife’s waiting mouth. Her lips latch onto me and she sucks my tip hard. Her husband rubs himself against my ass, enjoying the friction. His hand cups my balls and massages as his wife sucks. His beard tickles my neck. He whispers in my ear, “Why do my friends have the fattest asses? It’s like you’re teasing me. If you guys wore yoga pants, you’d put my wife to shame.”

I reached back and grabbed his beard. I pulled him close to me, “Shut up,” I whispered and then kissed him. He wasted no time opening his mouth and giving me his tongue. Goddamn my friend was a good kisser. Not what I expected. I was the one who broke the kiss, biting his lower lip and stretching it out.

He looked at me shocked like he couldn’t believe I did such a thing. I took control. I said, “You’re going to suck my cock after I fuck your wife.”

His eyes widen. He yelled, “Ross, you’re done! You can finish in my wife’s mouth. Chandler, your turn.”

Phoebe asked, “How do you want me?”

I said, “Bent over like before. You felt so fucking good.”

She hopped down off the table, turned around and bent over it. She grabbed and stroked my friends’ cocks who stood on either side of her, sucking each one alternately.

I grabbed her hip and guided myself into her tight sweet pussy. She inhaled sharply as I stretched her. She felt like heaven. I grabbed her hips, and pounded her. Joey held her face while Ross fucked her mouth bruising the back of her throat. As he stroked out his cum, Joey had a finger buried in his ass, rubbing his prostate. His ropes of cum streaked across Phoebe’s black hair.

She didn’t care. She was continuously coming from my cock. She couldn’t talk. She could barely breathe. Her small body was mine. I dominate her and her tight little pussy.

When I was close, I called to Joey. He dropped to his knees and sucked his wife’s cum off my cock. Then he sucked the cum out of my body. I grabbed the back of his head and didn’t let him leave. My cock throbbed filling my friend’s mouth with hot cum. He greedily sucked it down.

He got up, and wiped his mouth. I asked, “Good boy. You deserve a treat for that.”

He knew what he wanted. He bent me over the table. He used his wife’s wet pussy for lube. First just his finger in my ass. I could take it. Then two fingers. Phoebe kissed and praised me as her husband’s enormous mushroom head penetrated me. I took it, and luckily Joey didn’t last long before he pulled out and came all over my back.Phoebe cleaned me up with her tongue.

We were all fucking exhausted. The walk back to the house was miserable. We were muddy and sweaty. Phoebe didn’t have any clothes to wear. She wore her husband’s shirt that hung on her like a dress.

There was no need to state we were never talking about this again. Things got out of hand.

We opened the door to the house. Even though we tried to be quiet, we woke my wife who fell asleep on the couch waiting for me.

“Where the hell were you guys?”