Pull down your pants

Monica responds to Ross request, “I may let you touch them. But you have to do something for me first.”

“Whatever you want,” Ross says. Joey and I are both huddled behind the couch listening intently.

“Pull down your pants,” says Monica. “The flash you gave us at the fire wasn’t long enough to give me a good look.”

He says, “Oh you want to see my dick again. Before I pull them down, tell me your first impression from the flash.”

“Mmm,” Monica hums. “The word that popped into my mind was ‘long’.” She really emphasizes that last word stretching it out.

We hear the rustle of him removing his pants. He asks, “Does this confirm your first impression?”

She says, “Oh yeah. Your dick is definitely long. Helicopter it around for me.” We listening to the rhythmic slaps of his dick flopping around. She says, “Wow you’re good at that. Chandler never does that for me.”

He replies, “I bet I can do other things that he can’t do. Damn, you look so sexy watching my cock swing. I see you biting your lip.”

“What do you think you can do that he can’t?” She commands, “While you tell me, start stroking yourself. I want to see what your dick looks like hard.”

He starts, “I could make you feel like the dirtiest fucking slut, and you would love it. I would take control and dominate you. You’d be my little bitch and beg me for everything. You’d beg to have my big cock stuffed down your throat. You’d **** and ask for more.”

“Oh yeah, what else would I beg for?” Monica asks. It’s quiet but I think I hear a soft wet sound as she fingers herself. I look at Joey. He has his large dick in his hand. He notices me watching him stroke. He smiles and raises his eyebrows. He nods toward the tent in my underwear. I grip my cock through my underwear and give it a squeeze.

Ross continues, “You’d beg to be fucked. You’d get down on your hands and knees. You’d raise your big thick ass into the air. Your pussy would be aching for my big dick.”

Monica sighs, “You’re wrong, Ross. I would beg for something else.”

I hear Ross spit, and then the sounds of him lubing up his dick with it. “Tell me what I got wrong. What would you beg for?”

She responds, “It wouldn’t be my pussy aching. My tight brown asshole would be begging for your long dick.”

Next to me Joey audibly says, “Fuuuuck.” He’s must be close to coming. I kick him. We stay silent and listening.

I think Monica tries to cover it up and distract Ross. “What do you think about fucking my ass?”

He responds, “I don’t think you’d be able to handle me.”

She moans, “Don’t worry about that. I love big cocks.” The couch squeaks as she stretches her body out of it.

The wet smacks of Ross’s stroking increase. “Oh yeah. Tell me about Chandler’s cock. Does he have a big cock?”

“Oh yeah, he does!” Monica sighs. I can tell she’s really getting into pleasuring herself. “He has the fattest cock. It’s like getting fucked by a beer can. He stretches my little pussy like you can’t imagine. No way I would let his girth near my little tight asshole.”

Joey reaches over and pulls down the waistband of my underwear. He wants to see if her description is true. I slide them off my legs, then grip my cock for him to look at. He stares down at my dick while stroking his own.

“Oh my god,” Ross moans. “You are such a hot slut. Tell me more about the big cocks you love.”

Monica continues, “You know who has a true monster cock? Mmmmmm…your friend, Joey. He’s fucking massive. Aaahh my god, he hit me so deep, and I couldn’t even get it halfway in! Fuck I’m getting wetter just thinking about his cock. I need him in my little pussy again.”

I hear Ross groan and orgasm. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Monica says, “Oh my. You just came so much over the coffee table. Don’t worry. I’ll clean it up. I think you should go to bed, and hope you don’t remember this in the morning.”

We hear Ross shuffle to his room. The couch squeaks, and Monica’s head appears looking over the couch at us. Joey and I sit there with our hard cocks in our hands.