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Archive name: friends1.txt
Authors name: Scarlet Pimp(ernel)
Story Title : "THE CONTEST" (1/4)
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T H E C O N T E S T I
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Monica thrust her fingers in and out of her wet
pussy. The adjustable shower massage sprayed warm water
across her sweet spot, eliciting a small moan of plea-
sure. She closed her eyes, her head back, and mouth
slightly open, breathing heavily.
"Ooh, Richard..." she sighed.
Outside in the living room, Chandler and Phoebe
sat on the couch, watching a rerun of "Gilligan's
Island". In the kitchen, Rachel was bent over in the
fridge.
"Okay, now see, Gilligan is gonna turn around
with that bamboo pole over his shoulder and knock the
skipper in the head!"
Chandler pointed at the screen, his pleasure
apparent.
"There! Ha ha ha!"
"So, if that professor guy can make a radio out
of a coconut, how come he can't patch up that hole in
the 'Minnow'?" asked Phoebe, truly concerned.
"Pheebs, you're over-analyzing it, okay? Just
enjoy it for what it is. Watch out Gilligan!" Chandler
turned to Pheobe, "He's gonna have amnesia now."
"Ah ha!" Rachel cried triumphantly from the
fridge, finally finding the butter.
Phoebe and Chandler turned around, distracted
from the TV. "What?" Chandler inquired.
"I found the butter. It was in a little box in
the door of the fridge!"
"Uh, Rachel, that's where you're supposed to
keep the butter. That's why they call it a butter bin!"
"How was I supposed to know that?"
"You could of read the label on it that says,
'butter'!"
The front door opened, and Joey walked in. "Hey,
butter! Thanks." He snatched the butter from Rachel
and walked back out the door. Rachel stood in shock for
a moment, her sandwich neglected on the table, then
pursued Joey out the door, calling his name.
Ross came through the open door, a second later.
"What was that?"
"Oh, Joey stole Rachel's butter," replied Phoebe
matter-of-factly.
"Whatever -- where's Monica?" he asked.
"Bathroom," Chandler said.
"Damn, I gotta use it!"
"Hey, let's go watch Joey get the beats!"
Chandler turned to Phoebe.
"Okay!"
Chandler and Phoebe ran out the door.
Monica gasped in pleasure, running her fingers
over her sensitive clit, and holding the shower massage
on it. The water tickled her a bit, but the current
setting it was on was so rapid that she didn't mind.
The droplets massaged her, bringing her closer to
orgasm.
She put a finger inside herself, followed soon
by another, than another. With three fingers twisting
around, finding all her pleasure points, her breath came
in short gasps. Panting, she adjusted the shower head to
the next setting, the water coming in a hard spray
across her clit, causing just a little pain, but almost
infinite pleasure. She cried out loud, as she felt the
orgasm building inside her.
Outside, Ross knocked on the door. "Mon? You in
there?"
Although surprised by Ross, she felt the orgasm
beginning to overtake her, her juices mixing with the
steady stream of water flowing down the drain.
Hearing nothing, Ross opened the door. Behind
the shower curtain, he saw his sister showering (or so
he thought).
"Mon, I'm just using the toilet, don't mind me!"
he said, peeing.
"Okay!" she replied, weakly, nearing ograsm.
Finished, Ross flushed the toilet and went to
the sink to wash his hands. The water drained from the
toilet, taking all the cold water from the bathroom. In
the shower, Monica suddenly felt the water get boiling
hot! She lept out, into Ross, sending both of them out
the bathroom and onto the living room floor.
"Ross, you idiot!" she screamed, suddenly angry
as she realised she wasn't going to cum.
Back from their apartment, Joey and Chandler
stood in the kitchen. Joey was putting the butter back
in the butter bin, while Chandler sat on the table. As
Monica and Ross flew out of the bathroom, both men got
a good look at Monica's naked and wet body. Landing on
Ross, Monica stood up, her back to Joey and Chandler,
and pointed a finger at Ross.
"Don't you ever do that again! That water was
fucking hot!"
Turning around, she saw Joey and Chandler
staring at her, speechless and frozen in shock.
Ross got up, and stood in front of his sister,
blocking the lovely view from Joey and Chandler.
"We brought back your butter," said Joey.
Chandler hit him in the arm.
"Wow, uh, sorry, Monica. Uhm, we'll be going,
right Joey?"
"Are you kidding, she's naked!"
Chandler smiled and pointed at Joey, then grab-
bed him and walked out the door.
In the other apartment, Rachel and Phoebe were
waiting for the boys to come back. Joey had been taking
cooking lessons, and was baking cookies. Rachel and
Phoebe were helping themselves to the dough.
Joey walked through the door, smiling. Chandler
walked through the door, smiling.
"Why're you so happy?" asked Rachel.
"We just saw Monica naked," said Joey. "Man oh
man!"
"P-p-purely by accident, mind you! Not that you
two aren't fine and sexy women in your own right! But,
yeah, we just saw Monica naked, and she's got an amazing
body!" stammered Chandler, his hands over the noticable
bulge in his pants.
"Oh really?" asked Rachel, folding her arms.
"And you two think that she's got a better body than
either of us? Isn't that what they're saying, Phoebe?"
"That's what I heard," Phoebe replied, licking
her fingers.
"Okay boys, how about putting a little money on
this?" Rachel suggested, staring at the guys.
"W-What?" Chandler raised his hands for a second
exposing the bulge in his trousers, much to Phoebe and
Rachel's delight. "Money? What?"
"Yeah, let's have ourselves a little beauty
pageant. What do you say, Phoebe?"
"Are you kidding?" Phoebe was slightly offended
by the idea.
Rachel leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"We'll wear bathing suits, and the guys can be
judges, but on one condition, they have to wear little
bathing suits too! I've seen you staring at Chandler,
wouldn't you like to see what he looks like in a tight
little bikini brief?"
"Mmm-yeah!" replied Phoebe, excited. "I'll do
it!" she whispered back.
"You guys can be the judges, but you've got to
promise that you will wear bathing suits too. Equal
opportunity! We'll judge you."
"Sure!" Joey answered, already picturing the
three girls in small, string bikinis, their breasts held
in place by only tiny wisps of string and cloth. He
imagined Rachel's boobs, swaying to and fro as she
sauntered about, smiling seductively at them; Phoebe's
tall and firm body, her creamy skin showing all the way
up her beautiful thighs, and Monica's glorious tits,
sticking straight out and up, the nipples poking through
the fabric of her top...
"Joey!"
Joey shook his head and returned to reality.
"Okay, he's back now," said Rachel. "Now, how
about it, Chandler?"
"I, I guess so," he answered slowly, not relish-
ing the idea of being almost nude in front of them all.
Then he thought of seeing Phoebe in a tiny swimsuit and
felt a sudden surge in his pants again. "Yeah, I'll do
it!"
"Then it's decided, I'll go set things up with
Monica and Ross!" said Rachel, thinking of Ross' ass.
"Let's go, Phoebe."
The two girls walked out the door. Relaxing,
Joey and Chandler removed their hands from in front of
their bulging trousers. They watched the door close,
high fived, than went into their seperate rooms to
masturbate.
While the others were in the other apartment
discussing the beauty pageant, Ross and Monica were in
the living room of her apartment, talking.
"I'm sorry, Mon. I didn't know that would
happen."
"Of course it would! You've been here enough to
know that the water in the kitchen gets hot when you
flush the toilet, or someone's in the shower. Why
wouldn't it happen?"
"Well I know that now, don't I?" He stated.
"You remember when we were kids and we used to bathe
together?" she asked whistfully.
"Yeah. I remember that I took up the whole tub,
and you were crushed up against the side! You know, you
were my first blowjob," she said, remembering the play-
ful experimentation they shared in their early years.
"Mmm. You were good at it, too. Remember that time
when you were like, twelve, and mom and dad decided that
we could babysit ourselves, and we spent the whole
night, having an oral sexfest? You nearly crushed my
head with your huge legs."
"Hey, I had a weight problem, but I'm better now
OK! Butt head."
"I can see that. And so could Chandler and Joey
today."
She remembered the looks of lust and apprecia-
tion on their faces as she stood dripping in the living
room. Her pussy started to juice at the thought of how
turned on she was, standing naked in a room full of men.
She decided that secretly, she must be an exhibitionist.
She felt her temperature rise, getting horny again after
her aborted masturbation session.
"You gave great head, Monica. I can only ima-
gine how good you are after all these years of train-
ing," Ross said, expecting her to smack him in the arm
for his implication of her vast sexual knowledge.
That was it. She needed release.
"You know, Ross," she said, with a dirty look in
her eye, "I could give you a taste of what it's like
now. Hmm? Tell me you don't want it. Go on. You know
you do."
She opened her robe, revealing her tight stomach
and massive breasts, her nipples straightening in the
cool air. Ross looked at her chest, then looked in her
eyes.
"Are you kidding me?"
In answer, Monica reached over and unzipped
Ross' pants, putting her hands inside his boxer shorts,
extracting his penis. She kissed it loviningly on the
head, then wrapped her lips around it, suckling on it
like a calf.
"Ooh, Mon," Ross moaned, putting his hands on
his sister's head.
His cock grew, thickening in her mouth. When it
was fully erect, she starting sliding her lips up and
down the shaft, using her tongue to caress the head.
Quickly, Ross found himself nearing orgasm. He grabbed
Monica's bobbing head to slow the pace, enjoying the
feel of his sister's mouth on his member.
"You are better at this now. Um, yeah," he
groaned, no longer able to hold back the pressure
building at the base of his testes. "Oh, god, I'm
gonna..."
Monica quickly deep throated his tool, taking
its full length in her expert mouth, letting her
brother's warm seed spurt down her throat. She swal-
lowed the majority of it, but let a little spill out
over her bottom lip, trailing sluttishly down the side
of her chin, knowing how this turned men on.
She licked her lips, and collected the cum from
her face onto a finger, then licked her digit, winking
at Ross.
"Mmm, yummy."
Panting, Ross closed his eyes for a minute, then
got up, replacing his now flaccid member in his pants.
"Wow. That was great."
"Hey! We're not done yet, buddy!" Monica said,
opening her robe. "Get down here and give me some."
She lay back in the single seat and spread her
legs, opening her slit just enough to let the cool air
play over her wet snatch.
"Fair's fair, milady," replied Ross, as he knelt
before her open pussy.
"That's right."
"See you later," he said, then buried his face
in her mound.
Taken by surprise, Monica cried out in a high
pitched moan. She settled down presently, and leaned
against the chair back, enjoying the workout Ross'
tongue was having in her.
He ran his tongue up and down each lip of her
pussy, then plunged his tongue as deep as he could into
her hole. She gasped in pleasure, scratching her
fingers across his scalp, running her hands through his
hair.
"Oh, god. You've been practising, too!"
"Mmm hmm," he replied, sucking on her clit. He
bit it lightly.
"Oaow! Ooooh," she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
He continued to work his mouth across her clit
and roughly inserted three fingers into her depths, as
she had done earlier. She yelped in surprise, then ran
her tongue across her lips, tasting a the residue of his
jism around her mouth.
Soon, she began to feel the orgasm rising inside
her, begging for release as he continued his oral
assault upon her most sensitive regions. Monica
squirmed in the chair, wiggling her hips seductively,
Ross' head between her legs, tasting her nectar.
He reached his hands up, grabbing hold of her
ample breasts, massaging the tit flesh between his
fingers, sending electric tingles of pleasure through
her. He returned one hand to her pussy, once more
thrusting his fingers deep into her like a makeshift
ock. Her juices were running down almost to her ass.
Ross grabbed her nipple with his other hand,
pinching it between thumb and forefinger, rolling it
gently. Meanwhile, his other hand continued to probe
her, until he worked his thumb down to her anus,
spreading her own wetness across it.
She shifted position slightly, sensing what was
next.
Smiling, Ross worked his finger slowly into her
ass, then bent once again to kissing the lips of her
dripping pussy. He stopped massaging her boob, and
unzipped his pants, pulling his now-hard penis free.
He straightened, stroking his tool, preparing to
enter her.
"No, Ross. Not that," she stated, putting her
hand on his cock.
"Wha-? Alright, Mon."
He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth,
sucking on it hard.
"Mmm, that's good," she moaned, Ross' finger in
her ass.
He took his other hand and rubbed it roughly
across her clit. The suddeness of his action caused
Monica to go over the edge, her orgasm arching her back
and thrusting her hips forwards, sending his fingers
deeper into her two holes. She screamed in pleasure.
"Oh. My. GOD!"
She opened her eyes and smiled at Ross, taking
his head in her hands and pulling him to her.
She kissed him on the lips saying, "I love my
brother!"
"Me too, sis."
Extracting his hands from inside her, her
flicked her nipple, then kissed it. He stroked his
penis, enjoying the beauty of his naked sister's body
beneath him. Monica reached down and grabbed it, making
a tight circle around its width, and began to jerk him
off.
She pushed him onto the floor, once more taking
his stiff cock between her wet lips, sucking him. He
came more quickly this time, his penis extra-sensitive
so soon after his first orgasm, spilling his load onto
her face and chest, her breasts jiggling slightly as
each drop hit them.
"Thanks, Ross, now I've got to go back in the
shower."
"Hey, this was your idea," Ross said, standing
up.
Monica got to her feet, bent forward and licked
up the remaining seed on her brother's cock, then kissed
it on the head, replacing it in his pants. She then
walked back to the bathroom, winking at him as she shut
the door.
Phoebe and Rachel walked in the apartment.
Phoebe stopped and looked around the room, then
sniffed the air.
"What?" Ross asked, lounging on the couch,
Monica washing his cum from her body in the shower.
"I smell something," Phoebe said, looking at
Ross strangely.
"What?" Rachel asked. "Joey's cookies?"
"Yeah, hey, I think I can smell cookies, too,"
he added.
Ross stood, worried that Phoebe could somehow
smell the sex in the air.
"I guess..." she trailed off into silence, then
looked at the TV. "Oh! Is Gilligan still on?"
She plopped down next to Ross on the couch, as
Rachel went into her room. Ross put a foot on the
table.
"Oop's, your zipper is open, Ross," Phoebe
whispered to Ross, then turned back to the TV.
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The next day, after some persuasion, Rachel
announced that they'd be holding the contest in her and
Monica's apartment a week Saturday, so that everyone
could get ready.
"No complaints, the girls buy their own suits
and one for one of you. Hm, Phoebe gets Ross, I get
Chandler, and Monica gets Joey." Rachel said, outlining
the rules. "First, the guys will judge the girls, then
the girls will judge the guys and the winner in each
category gets the money put up by the other contestants
in his or her group. Understood?"
Everyone agreed to this, and went their own way.
Secretly, none of the guys could've cared less
who won. In fact, they all expected it to be Joey, and
were only doing it in order to see the girls half-naked
and strutting around, trying to impress them. Not a bad
plan, actually.
Monica and Rachel, on the other hand, were
determined to win. Phoebe was only doing it to see the
guys in skimpy speedoes, but felt a tingle of excitement
especially at seeing Chandler.
Monica figured that all the guys cared about were
boobs, so that took Phoebe out of contention, having the
smallest tits of the three. Rachel had a pretty good
set, though, so she'd have to do some persuading.
Monica decided that Ross would vote for Rachel, and
began thinking of ways to sway Joey and Chandler's
favour her way.
Meanwhile, Rachel had come to the same con-
clusion about Phoebe, but thought that Ross would vote
against her because they were no longer together,
instead voting for his sister, so she too decided to
work on Chandler and Joey.
Continued in part 2...
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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