>Tonight was the night. It was finally going to happen. Joey was going to fuck Phoebe.
>On nights like this Joey didn't eat anything. He needed to keep spry, limber, and light on his feet. His stomach was growling fierce, but he knew he couldn't eat that 8 inch meatball in the freezer.
>It was about 11:50 PM. Now was the time. Chandler was asleep in his room. Rachel and Monica were going to head to bed soon. Phoebe would have to leave the apartment.
>Joey looks through his peephole waiting for that purple door to open. His chicken clucked, he shushed him to be quiet. He watched the door with wide, dry eyes.
>He had his cock in his hands, fondling it. Not quite erect, but getting pumped with blood.
>The purple door opened. Phoebe gave a goodbye hug to Monica and then made her way to the exit.
>Joey slipped on the nylon mask, took off his jogging pants and then made his way down the stairs, quietly following Phoebe.
Tonight was the night. It was finally going to happen. Joey was going to fuck Phoebe
>Joey watched Phoebe make her way down the stairs, his cock hung, feeling the cold air from the stariwell
>Phoebe's ass might have been shrouded by the flowing clothes, but you could still make out every curve, her ass was ripe, like an apple ready to fall from the tree onto Newton's head
>Phoebe rounded the corner to the next flight of stairs, but saw something on the left corner of hey eyes. A Man, fully need with a nylon mask. She shrieked in terror.
>Joey was fast. Faster than Phoebe could scream. He padded down the stairs in his bare feet and clapped his hand over her mouth all before her purse could hit the ground. His italian hands muffled the sound quite well.
>Joey was rock hard now. All those nights of imagination coming to fruition. When he put the mask on he was something else. Someone else.
>He ripped her acid washed jeans off with frightening speed. Phoebe hammered on his shoulders as hard as she could, but this pile of muscles took the beating in stride. Each hit landed, and she could feel the large cock throb. He had the Unagi.
>He entered her. Despite all the struggle he entered her. Her hands squeezed her tight tits. The nipples were hard from the cold. He licked her neck and slowly moved to her mouth. He grunted in a deep voice "You bite me, and your women friends upstairs get it too". He removed his hand and then let his tongue explore her mouth. They tasted of Monica's cooking.
>The event lasted all of 58 seconds before he pulled out and came on her Maxi top. He let go of her and she fell down to the ground in a heap of tears and sadness. They all did. Monica didn't cry until he was done. Rachel, weirdly, reached orgasm, something Joey read up on, it was common. Ross cried all the way through. The funny thing, they never talked about it. No one ever went to the police.
>Phoebe looked up at him. Eye liner smearing. "Joey?"
>He didn't know how she found out. But she did. His blood ran ice.
>"How you doin'?" he said sheepishly
Hot dinner
Meh. You should have made some kind of callback about not eating with a no one touches joeys food line at the end.
That episode where phoebe and Chandler are playing chicken gets me going.
Dat dress mang
>Ross sits at the dining table in Moncia's apartment
>"Thanks for making me a moistmaker, even though it isn't Thanksgiving..."
>Monica rubs his back in a consoling way
>"Its really no problem, food is a good way to get over a breakup, trust me I would know"
>Ross takes a bite of his moistmaker and moans in pure bliss
>"Man this is so good!"
>Monica sits down
>"You know Ross, making you food takes me back to our teenage years..."
>Ross' mind clicks, its another one of those nights, those hot nights that always end in pleasure and a ping of pain
>"Yeah..." Ross puts his sandwich down "You know, Im hungry for something else"
>Monica smirks, knowing whats about to come next
>"A...different kind of moistmaker. C'mere"
>Ross pushes his chair back exposing his knee, ripe for sitting.
>Monica takes the invitation in stride, she gets up and sits down on his lap
>Ross can feel the heat between her legs already, her face so close that he can smell her intoxicating perfume, freshly picked lilacs and coconut it reminds him of their time in Barbados
>That vacation between the conferences Ross and Monica had a little time to themselves exploring their ripe bodies
>Monica knew Ross' mind was already foggy, his eyes got that gloss sometimes, she would need to make the first move
>their lips connected, and soon their tongues in carnal pleasure
>moans slipped out of Monica's mouth, it was hard to keep quiet when she was with Ross. Chandler or Richard never made her feel this way, only her brother
>Ross' hand started to explore her contours, her tight belly, her back, her hard nipples, he gave them a soft squeeze, giving Monica an electric wave across her body
>Ross' hands went down though, below, she was already slick, he two thick fingers entered with ease
>"Oh god!" Monica whispered into his ear
>"No god, just me" Ross replied
Never seen an episode of friends. I was born in 94 and I have Netflix. That normal?
Ted Mosby is relentlessly handsome. I want to kiss him relentlessly.
>Everything after that was a blur, they both undid their pants as quickly as possible, muscle memory kicked in
>Monica jumps up on the table, opening her legs for her brother, jet black pubes making a landing strip for his thick cut member
>he thrusts himself into her, the first pump always gave a little pain to Monica, so he did it quick, like ripping off a bandaid
>Monica hugs him, letting out a puff of hot air to tickle his ear with every thrust he makes
>its not long, but they both get to where they want to go, within minutes they both climax
>Ross pulls out in time, spilling his hot thick cum on Monica's belly
>Monica never let anyone else do this stuff to her, after all she was a germophobe, but for some reason, when Ross did it, it didn't make her skin crawl
>she dragged her finger across her toned stomach and even licked a bit, letting out a little giggle, back in her old days she would have ate it all, like everything she ate, but she needed to watch her figure
>Monica walks over to the sink, he tight ass wiggling, using warm water to wash off Ross' seed
>Ross just buckled his black leather pants up again
>they quietly took their own ways, they usually did this, afterwards came the shame, the realization
>Rachel saw everything from Ross' apartment her mouth agape
>what did she witness? why did she watch it all? why did she finger herself and climax like no time before?
>she looks down at her right hand, seeing the wetness, the physical evidence of what she did
>she quickly wipes it off on her shirt and throws it in the washer, no need to ride it today
>"No god, just me" Ross replied"
Lul
Same guy as this.
Didn't know they were Siblings until the end. Thought it was normal.
>Chandler was more confused than scared, despite Joey having him by the hair and in breathing range of his pulsating dingus
>Everyone? Who's everyone? You mean all the girls?
>Oh I took Ross too, Joey replied, forcing his italian sausage into Chandler's slack jawed orifice
>It tasted bitter, he began to gag
Joey laughed, now think about the first thing you sucked and the last thing I fucked
>Chandler's eyes opened wide as Joey's meatball blocked his windpipe, he realised he was tasting Ross' dried-on anal mucus
>He gargled in protest
Thanks for finally posting the Ross one OP. I was hoping for it in yesterday's thread.
>DUDE RAPE LMAO
you disgust me
I used to regular at rekt breads over at Yea Forums but damn this is hard to read.
ross's apartement doesn't have a view into monica's
Immersion, ruined.
But then how does he see Monica and Chandler go at it?
It does indeed.
He was in the closet all along
no it doesn't
he can see the balcony and maybe the if someone is at the window but the pasta says they're doing it on the table in the kitchen so rachel can't see that
>Oh look, Ross is doing his "watching TV" bit.
>No Joey, he's just posting on Yea Forums.
HE LITERALLY SEES CHANONDLER AND MONICA MAKING OUT FROM BOTH LIVING ROOMS.
if you look at the scene they are in front of the window when ross arrives at their flat to confront them