I.
Phoebe had just found out that a woman who knew her mom lived on the beach in Montauk. And one of her client's offered his beach house so that she had somewhere to stay while she found out whether it was true or not.
Monica and Chandler were waiting outside Central Perk for her cab.
"I'm never gonna have a boyfriend! Man!!" Monica exclaimed.
"I'll be your boyfriend," Chandler answered.
"Sorry, you're not boyfriend material."
"I can be a great boyfriend."
"I don't know...you tell a lot of jokes...and I worry you'd tell them during sex, too."
"I, I, I would not."
"Besides, and no offense, but you'd be the last person I fuck, to be honest."
"Thanks, Mon, my self-esteem is through the roof."
"I mean, you're Ross' best friend, we've know each other forever, if I was ever at all hard up horny, I'd pick Joey, because I heard that guy can fuck."
"Yeah, yeah, he can, I've heard it."
As the Friends loaded into Phoebe's cab, Rachel arrived with a giant beach hat.
"Wow, that's some hat," Monica joked.
"I think it looks great," Ross defended it.
"That's probably because you gave it to her," Phoebe said.
"Maybe."
"I was taken aboard on one of those!" Chandler yelled, "They did experiments on me!"
The group thought he was joking, but in truth, he was not.
When Chandler was a teenager, Mrs. Bing realized that Chandler was having very bad dreams. So she made an appointment for him to undergo deep dream therapy.
And it revealed that Chandler had been abducted by aliens, taken aboard their craft, and had sexual experiments performed on him.
The best sex he had ever had, but that's another story.
When they arrived at the beach, the rain was pouring down and they were all trying to huddle under Rachel's giant hat.
"Oh, now you like my hat, fuck off, all of you."
Opening the door, they saw the house had been flooded, and sand was left everywhere. So there was only one thing to do, make margaritas.
After three pitchers of very strong margaritas, everyone was feeling really good, except for Rachel.
She had just broken off with her boyfriend, Joshua, and now Ross was fucking Phoebe's friend, Bonnie, and she was feeling very depressed.
"The bitch," she thought to herself," "She was supposed to be bald...fucking Phoebe," she said wallowing in pity.
She remembered that night when she opened the door wearing a wedding dress thinking it was Ross, but it was Joshua, one look at her, he turned and ran, and that was the end of the relationship.
Sad, she slumped into Phoebe's arms, and Monica came and hugged her as well.
"Awh, honey," Phoebe said.
"Yeah, sorry, Rach, really I am."
"Is there anything we can do for you to make it all better?" Monica asked.
She sat up and realized that they all were wearing wedding dresses.
"You can treat me like it was our wedding night..."
Monica and Phoebe, mouths open, looked at each other without anything to say. They know what it felt like when a relationship of theirs ended, and how the one thing they needed, at that very moment, was to be consoled, and simply get their brains fucked out.
"Well!" shouted Monica, "I think this calls for champagne!"
"Woo-hoo!" screamed Phoebe.
As Monica went to get a bottle and glasses, Phoebe got the honeymoon night underway.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Buffet," she said, kissing Rachel softly on the lips.
"Or is it Rachel Green Geller Buffet? Or Rachel Greene Buffet Geller?"
"Phoebe will you just fucking kiss me!"
"Oh, yeah, it's our honeymoon," she said, "Here let's start again. I now pronounce you wife, wife, and wife."
With that, Phoebe parted Rachel's veil she was wearing, took her face in her hands, and deeply kissed her to the point that made Rachel sigh.
"You are so good at that."
"And that's not even what I'm best at, you'll see."
Running her hands over her breasts, over the wedding gown, the combination of Phoebe's hands, and the rough lace brought Rachel's nipples to life. And the swishing sounds of the gowns made her wetter and wetter.
"Would you like me to take off your wedding dress?"
"No, leave it on, please leave it on."
With that, Phoebe slipped her hand under the bottom of the gown and slid her hands up Rachel's legs. Shivers went up and down Rachel's spine as Phoebe's fingers reached her panties. She pushed the fabric aside to get to her wet pussy lips.
"Oh my," Monica gasped at the sight of Phoebe feeling up Rachel's pussy.
"I'm just giving our wife what she asked for," Phoebe said, "Don't worry, there is still some for you."
Monica poured herself a glass of champagne and downed it in one gulp. She sat alongside Rachel.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Kiss me, Mon."
Monica took one of Rachel's arms, pulled herself toward her new bride, and kissed her. Rachel pushed back with her lips and soon their tongues were doing a tango inside Rachel's mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm." Monica purred.
"Yes, baby, yes."
Phoebe was doing her best to get to Rachel's pussy, but the wedding gown kept getting in the way, so she did the only thing she could think of doing: She got on her knees, got in between Rachel's legs, lifted the bottom of the gown and crawled underneath it.
"Oh, ho, yes," Rachel shouted.
Phoebe found Rachel pussy with her mouth and began sucking find her clit through her panties.
Monica's hands began to explore Rachel's tits through the gown. The feeling of the beads on her hands was turning her on which made her grope and kiss Rachel even harder.
Rachel and Monica's mouth were one. Shifting their heads to either side, making sure each of them had a chance to be on top of the kiss.
Phoebe crawled back out from under Rachel's gown.
"Monica, I think it's time to fuck our new bride."
"I think you're right."
"Besides, this gown is getting in the way of me eating her pussy."
They each took Rachel by an arm, lifted her off the couch. They poured each other champagne, toasted, and drank them down.
Once in the bedroom, they had Rachel stand in the middle of the room while they undressed her.
Monica started unbuttoning her gown from the back, while Phoebe's tongue explored her new bride's mouth.
Slowly, painstakingly, Monica undid each button.
"You're killing me, Mon, my pussy is so wet, it's so, so wet."
Monica knew her teasing would make her best friend's cunt wet.
Halfway down, Monica stopped to lick Rachel's spine from bottom to top. When she got to her neck, she sucked the back of it, and then clasped her teeth on Rachel's ear lobe.
"What number is that, Mon?"
"8. I just added it to the list."
"That's a fucking good list, don't stop."
With Rachel standing, Phoebe had more access to Rachel's body. So once again she put her hands under her gown, slid it up, grabbed Rachel's panties and pulled them to the floor.
Phoebe found her hand back up between Rachel's legs and started to stroke her pussy under the gown.
"Is this how you like it?"
"Oh, yes, I am so glad I married you."
Swirling her finger on Rachel's wet pussy lips, she placed her finger just at the edge of her waiting hole and started teasing it by going ever so slightly in and out.
"God," Rachel moaned.
Then, just as Rachel thought it couldn't get any better, Phoebe, sticking her tongue into Rachel's mouth, slipped a finger into her wet, waiting cunt.
Rachel groaned, and spread her legs ever so slightly to accommodate more of Phoebe's finger cock.
Monica finished unbuttoning Rachel's gown. She slid her hand inside and onto Rachel's ass, massaging and squeezing it. She wanted to finger her ass but figured that could come later.
Monica, then took the gown, pulled it over Rachel's lily white shoulders, and it fell to the floor, rendering her naked, revealing Rachel's beautiful tits, bullet nipples, and neatly shaved cunt that was drooling all over her legs.
Monica reached around Rachel's body and clasped her hands around her perfect tits.
"Gawdddddd," Rachel murmured.
"Do you like that? Do you like when I knead your tits? You do. Don't you?"
"Yessssssssssssssssss."
Monica squeezed her tits that made her nipples bulge, right into Phoebe's waiting mouth, who sucked and tugged on one, much to Rachel's delight.
"You guys are going to make me cuuuuummmmmmm!"
Phoebe had three fingers inside Rachel's sopping pussy and was moving them all the way in and all the way out.
With Monica squeezing her tits and massaging her ass, and Phoebe tongue fucking her mouth and fingering fucking her pussy, she thought that if she was a queen, she would be serviced by her lesbian handmaidens just like this.
Phoebe and Monica let their gowns fall to the ground. Rachel looked at Phoebe's nakedness and her pussy got even more washed with wetness. Big, firm breasts, pink nipples, and waxed pussy.
She turned around to face Monica, hard small breasts, hard red nipples, and a short black bush that covered her pussy.
These were her wives and she couldn't be happier.
Phoebe and Monica sandwiched Rachel and the three held each other.
Phoebe's breasts were pushing on Rachel's back, and Monica's breasts were smashing Rachel's breasts, and their cunts barely touched, but they both could feel them pulse.
But never one to get enough pleasure, hers or her friend's, Phoebe reached down and around Rachel's waist and found her pussy again. Rachel pushed her cunt into her hand, and Monica grabbed Rachel's ass and pulled it towards her pussy to fuck Phoebe's hand.
Monica and Rachel broke their embrace and started rubbing each other's tits up and down hard over their nipples, their mouths open, all the while looking deep into each other's with lustful, animalistic eyes.
Phoebe's mission was accomplished.
They led their bride to the honeymoon bed. Phoebe was in between Rachel's legs, lapping her cunt and playing with her asshole. Monica straddled Rachel, laid down on her chest and was making out with her, moving her breasts side-to-side, massaging Rachel's tits with hers.
"Monica," Rachel said softly.
"Yes?"
"Will you fuck me, will you fuck me like your virgin bride?"
"Oh, yeah, baby, will I, I will fuck your virgin pussy!"
Phoebe moved to concentrate on Rachel's nipples, while Monica went to get her strap-on.
Phoebe was licking and biting Rachel's nipples, driving her out of her mind. She wanted to eat Phoebe's pussy, but it felt so damn good she didn't want to stop.
Monica loved her strap-on. Especially since it came with a knob that stimulated her clit with every stroke.
