Run train on Phoebe

I look at her petite body with its full tits and round ass. Her skin still glistens from her previous rounds of sex. I ask her, “Can you handle three men?”

She laughs, “That won’t even tie my record.”

From the couch Ross says, “You’ll have to tell us about that sometime.”

“Next time. I promise,” Phoebe says. “Now stand up and drop your pants men.”

The guys get up off the couch, and pulled down their pants. Ross’s cock is already standing up like a flag pole: long and skinny. Joey sported a half hard cock that dangled out from his body, struggling to hold up its own weight. Their makeout session got them really warmed up. I took off my clothes, and moved over next to them.

Phoebe walked down the line like a drill instructor inspecting us. She stopped at me, “Chandler, this soft cock will never do. I guess I’ll start with you first.”

She seductively winks and drops to her knees. Her perky tits bounce slightly. Her dark eyes look up at me as her mouth totally engulfs my cock. She sucks, and pulls her head back, stretching out my cock. It snaps out of her mouth with a POP! She examines the effect her one suck as has. My dick visibly thickens under her watch.

She smiles up at me, and says, “That’s fucking hot.” She wraps her mouth around my cock again, and does the same thing. The view is almost better than the feeling. I want to concentrate on only Phoebe, but I hear the guys talking.

Joey asks Ross, “Are you sure you want to do this? Your wife seemed pretty pissed.”

Ross laughs, “Rachel is sexy when she’s pissed. We fight all the time. This isn’t a big deal. She’ll yell and whatever, but really it’s just an excuse for amazing makeup sex.”

“Oh yeah baby,” Joey cheers. “Does she like to get on top and make you pay for being an asshole.”

Ross giggles, “Something like that. I’m almost drunk enough to tell you.”

Phoebe stops sucking me and perks up. “Now I’m curious. Babe, go grab the rest of the bourbon from the kitchen. Ross needs a drink while I suck his cock.”

Joey runs to grab the bottle. Sadly Phoebe moves on from sucking me, and positions herself in front of Ross. She admires his cock. “Damn boy. I don’t even think you were this hard out at the fire. What got you so worked up?”

Instead of tilting his cock down to her mouth, she raises up and sucks down onto his cock. Ross moans, “Just seeing your tight ass running around.”

Joey comes waltzing back into the living room carrying a dinner plate filled with shot glasses like he’s a waiter. He hands me one. Passes two to Ross, keeps one for himself, then taps on his wife’s head until she stops sucking cock long enough to take her shot.

Joey proposes the toast, “To my willing wife, who’s about to be stuffed with three manly cocks.”

We drain our shots. It burns in my throat without a chaser. That might have been the shot to put me over the edge. I stumble a step forward. Joey catches me, then puts an arm around my shoulder. He says, “Seriously we have have some beefy dicks. I’m impressed with you fellas. I’m looking lame as shit with this soft cock over here. Hurry up Phoebe, I’m ready to feel that Asian tongue on my big white cock.”

Phoebe looks at him, “For that comment, you’re going to have to wait even longer.”

Ross laughs, “Don’t worry man. I’ll help you out.” He reaches over and grabs the base of Joey cock. He starts shaking it and flopping it around. He laughs at the movement.

Joey laughs along with him, “Oh yeah just what I like.” He looks at me. “You can grab on too if you’d like. My dick is big enough for two hands.”

I reply, “You never stop talking about your cock, dude.”

Phoebe moves in front of Joey, “He’s obsessed with cocks. You should have heard him talk about yours when we came back to the house.” She looks at Ross, “You don’t have to take your hand off it. Keep jacking it while I suck. It’ll be teamwork.” She winks before taking her husband’s big cockhead into her mouth.

I ask Joey, “You’ve been talking about my dick?”

Joey stops watching his wife blow him and looks at me, “Your dick or that beer can you got between your legs? What the fuck dude? A person that small shouldn’t be packing that much.”

“You sound like you’re jealous,” says Ross. I notice he is stroking his own cock while jerking Joey’s.

Joey replies, “Duh dude. I wish I had that girth. And no offense Ross but you should ask if you can borrow some of his. Your dick is looking a little thin. AHHH!” He cries out in pain as Ross squeezes his dick, the muscles flexing in his forearms.

Joey apologizes, “I’m sorry bud. Don’t punish me like Rachel is going to punish you tonight.”

Still holding Joey’s now hard large cock, Phoebe asks, “What does Rachel do to you after you’ve been a REAL asshole, and it’s time to makeup?” She reaches out and her fingernails trace down the veins in his cock.

Ross contemplates and then says, “Fine. I’ll tell you. But after that we’re going to fuck, and then everyone will forget what I said.”