"What the hell are you two doing?!" Monica asks, obviously pissed. I open my mouth, but close it quickly, looking down at my now deflating cock with my khakis and boxers around my shoes. How can I explain this one?
"What does it look, Monica?" Rachels asks as she places her hands on her thighs, remaining kneeled and letting my cum stay on her face and in her hair. "I sucked Ross off and let cum on my face. It was quite a load there, actually..."
"But Ross has a /wife/, /Rachel/!" Monica interupts, her hands flying up and the sheet falling down to the ground. Rachel looks at Monica's naked lower half and smiles.
"And you've got a dildo sticking out of your pussy, /Monica/!" Rachel replies. Monica's eyes go huge as she remembers that she didn't take her dildo out; she begins to bend over to pick the sheet up, but Rachel stops her as she herself stands up. "It's okay, Mon," Rachel says. "We both heard you fucking yourself in there. We even heard you ask me to pound you with my strap-on..." Monica goes beet-red at this. "Don't worry, hon," Rachel says, cupping Monica's face in both hands, "I actually got pretty wet knowing that you were imagining me fuck you." And with that, Rachel kisses my little sister. And not some friendly kiss, I could definitely tell there was tounge.
To say the least, I got hard again pretty damn quick. |