She wants us to please Phoebe

Monica opens her eyes and looks over at me and Rachel. Her chest rises and falls with deep breaths. She says, “I’m so worn out after than orgasm. I don’t think I can return the favor, Phoebe.”

Phoebe smiles, “Who do you want to pleasure me: your husband or Rachel?”

Monica replies, “It would be really hot to see Rachel go down on you.”

Rachel quickly stops the idea, “It may be hot for you but not for me. The idea of getting near another lady’s vagina is gross. Sorry.”

Phoebe looks at me like she just won a prize. She grins at me devilishly. “It looks like Chandler will have to step up.”

She moves to the chair, and sits down in it. She slips her leggings down her body. She spreads out her legs. Her pussy is hidden by jet black pubic hair. She commands me forward with the movement of a finger.

Before I go over, I kiss Monica and ask, “Are you okay with this?”

She replies, “Yes,” and then whispers into my ear, “Be rough with her.”

Rachel sits next to Monica and they cuddle under the same blanket together to watch the show. I walk over to Phoebe in the chair. She casually plays with her pierced nipple.

I start by slapping her across the face. Not hard, but not playfully either. Before she can react, I grab the top knot on her head, and tilt her face up. I bend down and aggressively kiss her. She returns the kiss just as aggressively, our tongues sparring against each other. I break the kiss by biting onto her bottom lip. She moans in pain.

I let go of her lip, and she cries out, “Ouch that hurt, you bastard.” And she spit at me.

Her saliva splatters my face and I slap her again. We immediately meet each other for more kissing. We hungry for each other, and her teeth rip at my lips. Her hand grips onto my hair pulling it out. I reach up, and forcefully squeeze her perky tit. My fingers find her piercing and twist it. She breaks the kiss, screaming out. Her nails dig into my back and scratch down it, leaving small bloody lines.

I cry out, “Ahh FUCK.” I stare down at her, and she forcefully smacks me in the face. I grab her face and hold her mouth open. I spit a glob of saliva into it, calling her a dirty bitch.

I bring my face down to hers again, and we make out. My lips have to dodge her snapping teeth between kisses. Her hands roam my body. Her hand grips my rock hard cock, and I hear her react between kisses, “Holy fuck Chandler.” She squeezes it as hard as she can. I’m so full, it doesn’t make an impact on me.

I break our kiss, and move my mouth to her full tits. I squeeze one and bring the nipple to my mouth. I suck it in as hard as I can. Phoebe moans and jerks my cock up and down. My teeth bite onto her nipple, the metal scrapping against my teeth.

Her hand finds my balls, and she squeezes. I grunt in pain, and grab her wrist. I pry her hand away from my balls. She bites onto the top of my ear. Fuck. I lift her hips and body around. My ear rips out of her mouth. It is too easy manhandling her petite body.

I press her face down into the chair, my hand gripping her knot of hair. I reach the other hand between her legs. I slip a finger into her wetness. She’s just as turned on by this as I am. She moans and wiggles as I fuck my finger in and out of her. I kept her held down so she can’t get away.

I let go of her head, and she raises it a little, but stops trying to get away. I take my finger out of her, rear my arm back, and give her plump ass cheek a loud stinging smack. My hand leaves a red impression on her ass. I leave a matching print on her other cheek.

I grab both cheeks and squeeze them, massage them and spread them. I squat down, and bite into her firm cheek. She squeals in surprise, pain and delight. I take my tongue and run it through her wet, hairy slit. She arches her back to present herself to me, making it as easy as possible to eat her out.

I lick and suck her pussy from the back. I fuck her with two fingers, driving my fingers in and out. I pull out my fingers, and replace them with my tongue, diving in deep. I take one slick finger, and insert it into her tight asshole.

Phoebe sighs, “Oh fuuuuuuck.” She pushes her hips back, grinding her pussy on my face and my finger deeper into her. My nose fills her opening as my tongue lashes out, lapping at her clit.

I take my second slick finger, and **** it into her tight asshole. Phoebe cries, “OhgodOhgod.” My fingers stretch her. Her moans quicken and she comes violently. Her leg kicks out and hits me in the shin. It knocks me forward, and I fall onto my face onto the floor. I have to pull my fingers out of her ass to push myself up.

I sit up. My face drips with her wetness. My nose filled with her smell. She turns around to face me. Her full tits on covered in hickeys from me. My own body is covered in red lines from her nails. My ear aches from where she bit it.

From the couch, Rachel exclaims, “Holy shit I thought you were going to kill each other.”

Monica says, “I’m not going to lie. I got a little turned on watching that.” I turn and face her. Her face fills her surprised, “Oh my god Chandler! I don’t think I’ve ever seen your dick that hard.”

I look down at my cock. It’s big, dark and throbbing. It’s aching to fill up something wet and tight. I realize I have three beautiful women in the room who might please me.

I ask, “Who wants it inside of them?”