Ross goes down on Rachel

Standing on the tall wood pile we peek on our friends in an intimate moment. Rachel crawls onto the bed and prowls toward her husband. As soon she gets close, he grabs her and wrestles her onto her back. He grabs her flannel shorts and pulls them off of her long pale legs. The light red hair covering her pussy is nearly invisible from this distance.

Phoebe says, “Get to licking Chandler.”

I object, “They may skip foreplay, and just fuck.”

Then Ross gets in a prone position and buries his face in his wife’s pussy.

I sigh, looking around, “This isn’t very stable. How do you want to do this?”

Phoebe directs me, “Here come kneel in front of me with your back to the window.”

The logs see-saw up and down as we rearrange our positions, and I’m suddenly aware of how much bourbon I’ve had to drink. This could so so horribly. The bark digs into my knees. Phoebe pushes her shorts, revealing a massive black bush between her legs. Before I can comment about it, she throws a knee up onto my shoulder, and thrust her crotch against my face. The back of my head bangs into the glass.

“Oww,” I say.

“Shh. Shut up and start licking,” Phoebe commands, and tilts her pelvis, pushing her pussy into my face. Oh fuck. This is not ideal. I take my first lick, and my tongue feels nothing but hair. Shit. I couldn’t even feel the slit of her pussy.

From the room, Rachel moans so loudly that I can hear her through the window. Ross must really have a magic tongue. I have to start taking this seriously. I want to prove I’m just as good as him.

With one arm I hold her leg on my shoulder to get my balance. I bring my other hand between her legs to split her hairy lips. Finally her pussy is assessable, and my tongue licks through it.

Oh my god. The pungent tastes overwhelms me, and I gag. When the fuck did she shower last!? I try to pull away, but I can’t even pull my tongue back in, and she humps my face, banging my head against the window again.

I try to tell her to stop, but it turns into a hum against her clit, which encourages her even more. She humps my face, burying my tongue further into her sour pussy, and moans, “Yeah. Suck my pussy, bitch.”

With each thrust my head knocks against the window. I grab her plump ass, and try to peel her off me, but from my position I have no strength. I pray that much tongue is giving her enough pleasure to come, and then detach. I accept my fate, and let her dominate me until her pungent arousal is dripping down my chest.

Through my ear that isn’t muffled by Phoebe’s thigh, I hear, “What is that noise?”

Ross’s voice follows, “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“Oh shit! Oh shit!” Phoebe calls. “They see me!”

She tries to take her leg off my shoulder. She loses her balance. My hands gripping her ass keep her from falling off the top of the stack. She flails, trying to recover. She can’t get her footing, and the unstable logs rolls beneath us. The woodpile tumbles, and we slide down in a loud avalanche.

I groan, “Fuck.” My body is scraped up by the wood, but I don’t think I broke anything. I crawl over to Phoebe, who’s cursing to herself on the ground. “Are you okay?”

She looks at me. One eye is already swelling close. Blood leeks out of a split in her lower lip. Damn. Her face looks rough. I hope she doesn’t have a concussion. She’s half naked with her pants buried somewhere in the fallen wood. Her open eye connects with mine. She smiles and spreads her legs, “Hurry up and finish me off. I’m so close.”

Before I can comment, I hear the back door open, and feet running across the patio to find us at the side of the house.