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Authors name: Scarlet Pimp(ernel)
Story Title : "THE CONTEST" (3/4)
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T H E C O N T E S T III
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For the next two days nothing more happened.
Monica, Rachel and Phoebe went shopping, each bringing
home at least two new bikinis and a tiny suit for the
men, while the guys went about their lives normally.
On Friday, down at Central Perk, Joey and Rachel
sat on the couch. Chandler walked in the door, carrying
his briefcase.
"You will not believe the day I've had!" he said
then plopped down on the couch next to Rachel.
"Why, what happened?" asked Joey.
"Um, well... okay, fine. Nothing. Are you
happy now? You've found me out! Nothing particularly
strange happened today."
Chandler got up and went to get himself a cup
of coffee. As he left, Joey got up as well.
"I'm going to the bathroom," he told everyone
and no one in particular.
Some people looked at him, then went about their
business. Joey left. Sensing an opportunity, Rachel,
too, got up and went to the bathroom. She waited out-
side the door until Joey emerged.
"Joey, did you wash your hands?"
"Huh? Uhm, no."
He hung his head and turned to go back into the
room. Rachel looked around and saw no one looking, and
pushed him into the tiny bathroom.
"Rachel, what are you doing?"
"I'm gonna show you something about personal
hygiene!"
"Okay, I'm sorry, I forgot! Jeez, you're worse
than my mom."
She turned on the tap and he put his hands under
the water, washing them. When he was done, he shook
them dry and turned to go.
"There, done. Happy?"
"No, aren't you forgetting something?"
"What now?"
"Didn't you just pee?"
"Yeah."
"Did you wash off your big cock?"
"WHAT?"
Joey jumped back from Rachel, confused by this
question.
"It's all right, I'll show you," she said, and
reached for his zipper.
Shocked, Joey just stood there while she pulled
his dick out of his pants, splashing it with warm water
and rubbing it. His mouth hung wide open.
"There, much better, no? Oh, look, now it's all
wet. I'll dry it off. I'll bet your mom never did
this!"
She took it in her mouth and started blowing
him. Joey moaned.
"What're you doing, Rachel?"
"I'm just ensuring that I have your support on
Saturday, if you know what I mean."
Sadly, he didn't.
"What?" he stammered.
"Vote. For. Me," she said, punctuating each
word with a tug on Joey's hardening cock. "I want to
win, and I want it bad."
Okay, thought Joey.
"I can do that."
"That's good, now sit back and enjoy."
With that, she returned to her business, sliding
her lips up and down Joey's shaft, her red lips a per-
fect 'o'. She reached into Joey's pants and pulled out
his balls, massaging them with her hands, while her
mouth teased his dick.
Rachel released his cock from her vacuum mouth
and took a minute to suck on each of his testicles,
while she jerked him with her hand. There wasn't much
room in the small bathroom, so he had to stand while
she knelt before him and sucked his hard cock.
Her free hand found its way down her panties and
she began to wank herself while she pleasured Joey. He
saw her fondling her twat and placed his hands on her
head, bringing her mouth back to his rod. He control-
led her motion with his hands, fucking her mouth while
she felt herself up and tweaked her own nipple.
He smiled down at Rachel, kneeling in front of
him. Her lips and tongue worked on the head of his
penis, summoning his orgasm. Joey let go of her head
and forced her off of his cock. She pouted at him,
then stood.
"What's wrong, Joey?"
"This isn't fair," he said, "you're not getting
enough."
She smiled at him and hiked up her skirt.
"Okay, you want some of this?"
He pulled her sopping wet underwear aside and
stuck a finger into her. Rachel closed her eyes, and
grabbed his cock once more.
Joey grabbed her by the ass and lifted her onto
the sink. He wedged himself between her legs and she
guided his cock into her steaming cunt. Slowly, but
with increasing speed, he began to pump her, her legs
locked behind his back.
He lifted her from the sink and continued to
thrust in and out of her. She slid her hand down and
toyed with her clit, while he reached up under her
blouse and tore it open. Her lacy bra soon fell to
the floor, torn and unwearable ever again.
Rachel put her arms around Joey's shoulders,
while he bent to her breasts, kissing both on the
nipple, then sucking on them. He put both hands on
her ass and held her aloft, rutting into her. She
began to pant, her orgasm approaching.
He turned and started pumping her against the
wall. He bit down on her nipple and she nearly
screamed in pleasure, but held it back. She had no
desire to let everyone know what was going on in the
bathroom.
She began to writhe in his grip as the throes
of her orgasm crashed through her. After a minute,
the waves subsided and she calmed down, her breath
once more coming in even gasps. She smiled seductively
at Joey.
He pulled out of her, and she once more got to
her knees, returning his cock to her hungry lips.
Rachel could taste her own womanly juices on his prick
as she took it onto her tongue, using her tastebuds to
scrape roughly across Joey's sensitive cockhead.
"Oh. That's it," he moaned, then began to un-
load into her mouth.
Rachel immediately removed his cock and directed
his sperm into the sink, spitting what little she had
already taken in her mouth. Joey was a little disap-
pointed that she didn't swallow, but didn't really
mind. This was an unexpected BJ, so how could he
complain?
"Now, who are you going to vote for?"
"You, Rachel."
She carefully washed Joey's cock clean once
more, then returned it to his pants and zipped him up.
She then picked up her bra and stuffed it into her in-
side pocket and buttoned her blouse.
"Remeber, Joey, this is our little secret,
right? Don't tell anyone."
"I promise."
Rachel peeked out the bathroom door, then snuck
into the woman's toilet. Joey went and sat down on the
couch.
"What the hell were you doing in there?" Chand-
ler asked.
"You know, guy stuff."
"Oh, okay," Chandler said sarcastically, but
left it alone.
Minutes later, Rachel emerged from the woman's
bathroom, looking as immaculately clean as she had be-
fore, bearing no trace of the last few minutes'
actions. (Unless one was observent enough to notice
that she no longer wore a bra under her blouse.
At work, Phoebe was busy giving Ross a massage.
He'd started coming to the parlour a few weeks ago,
trying to relieve some of the tension that had been
building up while he and Rachel fought and then after
they'd broken up. Now he'd started getting used to it,
and looked forward to his weekly session.
"Uh, Ross! You are sooo tense! You've got to
relax!"
Phoebe kneaded the muscles in the back of Ross'
neck, pounding on the little knots of flesh that she
found there.
"I can't help it, Phoebs. Ever since I lost
Rachel, every little thing that goes wrong at work has
just been driving me over the edge. It's like the
world has it in for me."
"You see? It's negative remarks like that that
make bad stuff happen to you! You've got to be posi-
tive! I can't take your bad vibes! Here, try this
herbal tea," she said, holding a box out to him. Ross
reached for it, and she pulled it away from him,
saying, "Hey! I was just showing you, get your own!
Now lie back down, and RELAX!"
Ross put his head back onto the table and closed
his eyes, thinking of Rachel naked in his bed. He pre-
tended that Phoebe's hands were hers, massaging his
troubles away.
"There, much better. Now you're really relax-
ing," Phoebe said, pleased with her progress. "Keep
breathing, in and out. Slowly."
He ignored her, fantasizing about Rachel.
Rachel knelt in front of Ross, her admriable, tanned
boobs squeezed together between her arms in the classic
Playboy 'fuck me' pose, her lips pouty and full, whis-
pering "I love you" to him. He reached out and took
her left breast in his mouth, sucking on her nipple
delicately. She cooed in pleasure, putting her hands
on his huge cock (it was a fantasy) and pulling on it
gently.
Ross felt his real penis swelling under his
towel, to its full length (which, although not huge,
was not small). Rachel pushed him onto his back and
slurped up the drop of pre-cum on his tool, then deep-
throated the monster, gagging on its magnificent girth
and length.
Phoebe worked her way down Ross' back, then
stopped.
"Okay, Ross, turn over."
He snapped back to reality and began to turn
over, not thinking of his excited state. As he shifted
position, his towel fell, exposing his erect manhood to
his friend. He quickly retrieved the towel and held it
in front of his, blushing.
"Sorry about that."
"Don't worry, Ross, this happens to a lot of my
customers. It's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I
take it as compliment to my skills. Now lie down and
relax."
Ross lay down on his back and placed the towel
over his crotch, although it still tented embarras-
singly on his still-hard cock. Phoebe went to her
shelf and retrieved some massage oils, and poured them
onto his chest, continuing the massage. He was more
tense than before.
"Ug, Ross, you're worse than before! Well, I
can see that you're not gonna relax as long as you're
like this, so I guess I'll have to do something to help
you. Now close your eyes and concentrate on relaxing."
Phoebe put her hand over his eyes and he shut
them, trying once more to relax. She continued the
massage, and he continued his fantasy.
She grabbed his cock in her hand and continued
to work on the rest of him with the other hand. She
expertly began to jerk him off, using her fingers for
full effect on his shaft and head.
Ross opened his eyes in surprise, but shut them
again when she told him to relax. He pictured Rachel
again, her mouth once more around his throbbing cock.
She gobbled his tool up hungrily, sucking and licking
him as only she knew how.
Phoebe switched hands on Ross' cock and began
to fondle his balls with her other hand. Efficiently,
she began to massage Ross' cockhead, using the massage
oil as a lubricant. She felt him stiffen and grabbed
some kleenex, anticipating his load.
Rachel slid her tongue up Ross' sack, taking his
balls one at a time into her sweet lips, while stroking
his member in her hands. He moaned. She returned her
lips to his penis, licking its eye before she swallowed
him. With his cock buried in her throat, he began to
cum, spraying his load into her stomach.
He came, and Phoebe held the kleenex over his
cockhead, collecting the warm fluid, then wiped his
cock clean when he was done. She tossed the ball of
paper into the trash, then resumed her massage of his
body. Ross was smiling, his eyes closed.
"Now you're really relaxed," she said.
Later that night, Monica crept into the guys'
apartment. She opened the door to Chandler's bedroom
and began stripping out of her clothes. She hid them
in his closet, then got into his bed, pulling the
covers up to her chin.
A little while later, Chandler walked into his
room, tossing his coat on the bed and dropping his
briefcase on the floor. He opened the closet and
started to remove his tie, looking in the mirror
hanging on the inside of the closet door.
He stopped, his mind assessing what he'd seen
as he walked in the door. Monica was in his bed?
Chandler spun and looked at her.
"Oh, hi, Mon. What're you doing here?" he
asked, confused.
In answer, she threw back his sheets and covers,
her naked body exposed to him.
"I saw how you were looking at me the other day,
Bing. I know that you came back here and beat off in
this bed, thinking about me," she said. She cupped her
boobs, squeezing the nipples. "Thinking about my big,
firm tits, and how you'd like to touch them, to fondle
them, to make my nipples hard with pleasure. Wouldn't
you?"
"If you're kidding me, Monica, I'm not gonna be
able to be your friend anymore. 'cos that's just
cruel."
"Shut up and get over here, Bing."
"Okay, you asked for it," he laughed, jumping
into the bed.
Monica ripped his shirt open, sending buttons
flying everywhere. He just shrugged out of it and took
her breasts in his hands, squeezing them, his thumbs
rubbing against her erect nipples.
"Ooh, you're good at this," she cooed, her head
back and eyes closed in pleasure.
Chandler responded by enveloping her nipple with
his lips and sucking on it hard. Monica gasped at the
force of the suction. He removed his lips from her
nipples and licked it. She felt the saliva evapourate
from her nipple as Chandler blew across it.
"I guess you want me to vote for you, too," he
said. "Right, Monica?"
"Forget about that silly contest, boy, just keep
doing what you're doing. We can discuss that all
later."
Obliging her, Chandler returned his concen-
tration to her truly gorgeous globes, licking and
sucking Monica to her first orgasm, her pussy juicing
itself.
He then lowered his focus, kissing his way down
her tight stomach, all the way down to her wet hole.
She smiled at him, then pushed his head into her
snatch, licking her lips in anticipation.
Running his tongue along her lips, Chandler
massaged Monica's clit delicately, teasing the sensi-
tive flesh. She moaned her appreciation, and put her
hands on his head, forcing him closer. Not one to
argue, he inserted his tongue into her honey pot,
tasting her sweetness.
"Keep going, honey," she sighed, close to
orgasm.
"Your wish..." he trailed off, licking her
clit, before once more sticking his tongue into her.
She gasped with pleasure, grinding her hips against his
wonderful tongue, wanting it deeper.
He slowly inserted a finger, then another,
testing her readiness. Slowly, he worked in a third
finger, twisting them in unison.
"Oh god, I'm... yeeee!" she screamed, cumming.
When her orgasm had subsided, she ran her hands
down Chandler's body, signalling him to stop by grab-
bing at his belt. He gratefully removed his pants,
standing before her, his underwear straining to hold
his cock inside.
She stood with him, running her hands over his
body, down to his ass, where she squeezed his buttocks,
surprising him. He jumped a bit, thrusting his pelvis
into hers, his cotton chained cock pressing against
her. Wanting to get a look at his tool, she reached
down and tugged at the waistband, peering down his
underpants.
Chandler's cock was at full hardness, held in
place only by the cloth, pointing straight up at her.
She gladly knelt before him, pulling his underpants
down as she went, freeing his member, which she
immediately took in her mouth.
"Mmm, I see you've done this before," he joked,
her expert lips and tongue caressing his cockhead.
"Once or twice," she laughed, then suddenly
deepthroated his entire length, easily supressing her
gag reflex, allowing his tool to enter her throat.
She kept it there a while, using her mouth and
tongue while sucking him like a pro. Chandler grunted,
enjoying the experience.
Soon, Monica pulled him out, then began giving
him a tremedous blow, sliding her lips and fingers
tightly, up and down the length of his shaft. Chandler
forced himself not to cum, feeling the familiar urge
as it built up in his testicles.
But Monica was not to be denied. She wanted to
taste his seed, and doubled her efforts, massaging his
balls and butt, bringing him to the brink. Chandler
cried out, then shot his load into Monica's hungry
mouth. She swallowed most of it, letting some escape,
once more displaying her skill. The excess she licked
from her lips, winking at Chandler.
"Not bad, big boy."
"I try."
He got onto his knees, bringing himself to her
level, and took her face in his hands, kissing her
deeply, probing her mouth with his tongue. His hands
began to stray, one tracing a line down to her pussy,
where it immediately found a home, the other cupping
her left breast, lifting it, as though testing its
weight.
Monica scraped her nails across his back as he
touched her clit, inciting another orgasm. He brought
his tongue down to her bosom, and wrapped his lips
tightly around her nipple, suckling. With her eyes
shut in ecstasy, she kissed his ear, whispering dirty
words to him.
"Ooh, yeah. You're hand feels so good in my
pussy. Why haven't we done this before? You wanna tit
fuck me, baby? Come on, cum on me. Shoot your load
all over my face. I want to see it."
Her suggestion sounded good to him, so Chandler
let her lie down on the floor. She mashed her bounti-
ful globes together, and blew an air kiss at him. He
stroked his rod, then positioned himself over her chest
his cock once more rock hard.
"Come on, Bing. I'm waiting," she whispered in
a husky voice, meant for maximum sexiness.
Complying, Chandler rubbed his pre-cum between
her boobs, lubricating them. He then began to thrust
between her tits, closing his eyes, enjoying the sen-
sation.
When he opened them, he watched Monica as she
watched him thrusting between her breasts, jiggling
with each stroke. He, too, watched his penis thrusting
his friends' firm titflesh.
Quickly, he built to an orgasm, shooting his
load on her chest and neck, then aiming a few drops
onto her face as she squealed her delight. When his
load was spent, he kissed her once, then she grabbed
at his cock and licked him clean, remarking how good
he tasted.
Soon as she was done, she went to the closet
and grabbed her clothes. Putting on her jeans and
t-shirt (no panties), she turned back to Chandler
and kissed him. She hugged him, then grabbed his
limp cock and kissed it, too.
"Thank you," she said. "Now, about your vote..."
Continued in part 4...
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