The One They Never Told Anyone About

(Ff+M, Ff+F, nc, oral, anal; MF, anal)

Disclaimer: The Friends characters do not belong to me, but to Bright, Kauffman, and Crane Productions and Warner Bros. Their use is not intended for profit, only for entertainment.

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Chandler and Monica were walking along the Atlantic City beach, hand in hand, casually dressed, looking like any other contented couple. But there was tension between them. They had given themselves this little spring break, now that their friends all knew and approved of their relationship, but the memory of their first disastrous weekend away together hung over them. Also, each was secretly wondering if, now that the first flush of passion had died down, the other was beginning to be bored. So they did not speak much, and what they said seemed a bit stiff and strained, as neither could seem to start an easy conversation.

Suddenly Chandler thought of something. "Hey, did you ever see that movie Beaches?" he said. "It started here."

"Sure I saw it," said Monica. "But I'm surprised you did. It was a real women's weepie." She grinned at him teasingly.

"Who says I saw it?" he responded. "I could have read about it, couldn't I?"

She shook her head, looking mischievous. "I've got the goods on you now, mister," she said. "You're a secret romantic." Then she shrieked and ran off as he lunged at her. He chased her all over the sands, lagging behind increasingly, until they came to the Boardwalk, and she paused at the steps, breathing a little fast. As he caught up, laughing and gasping out praise for her fitness, a group of girls emerged from under the Boardwalk and spread out around them. Sensing something behind him, he turned, to see more appearing at their back.

These were not nice-looking girls. Most wore at least some items that had a suggestion of biker; one or two of the biggest and oldest-seeming had the full gear. Their hair was tangled and dirty-looking, their faces, necks and hands looked grimy, their clothing was stained. The terms "feral" and "grungy" came to mind, Chandler thought.

"Okay," said the biggest one. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The easy way is, you give us all the money you're carryin', an' anythin' else valu'ble. The hard way, well, you can guess what that's gonna be."

Chandler sighed. There were far too many of them, at least a dozen, for resistance to be feasible. He put a hand in his pocket, producing a fistful of bills and change, which he held out with a resigned look.

"That's all I have," he said somewhat apologetically. "Wallet's in the hotel safe."

"I'm not carrying any money at all," said Monica in a more combative tone.

"Oh yeah?" said the apparent leader. "Search her, girls."

Several of them grabbed Monica and began to run their hands not only over her jump-suit style clothing, but inside, feeling down towards her crotch and up to her breasts. She cried out in outrage and struggled, but they were too many for her.

"Hey!" Chandler cried, angry and alarmed to see Monica mishandled. "What the hell are you doing?! Get away from her! She's telling the truth!" He looked around for possible sources of help, but it was late afternoon and there was no one at all close.

The leading girl snorted, stepped forward, and swung a meaty fist into his midriff with considerable force. Taken unawares, Chandler folded up, gasping and near-retching, only just able to keep his feet.

"Can we do it, Cathy, huh?" said one of the older girls holding Monica, with evident eagerness. "This one feels good." She ran a hand over Monica's breasts.

"Yeah, let's do it, girls," said Cathy decisively. "But get 'em away from the steps. Don't wanna be disturbed, do we?"

Chandler found himself hustled under the Boardwalk amid cackles of laughter, and saw that Monica too was being forced along, though she was putting up a considerable struggle. Still in pain, he found it difficult to think clearly. What the hell was going on?

He thought he had got at least part of the answer when they stopped and, before he could even attempt to prevent it, his pants had been pulled down and his shorts with them. Then he was half-pushed, half-lowered onto the sand, with hands already groping him.

"What the hell are you doing?" he cried almost automatically, though he had a pretty good idea.

"What does it seem like?" said Cathy. "Heeey, not bad, not bad ..." She was fondling his penis, which despite everything was beginning to harden.

He heard further shouts of outrage from Monica. "For god's sake, what are you going to do with her?" he cried. "Don't hurt her, please don't hurt her!"

Cathy patted his cheek in a parody of affection. "Relax, would ya? We ain't gonna do nuthin' with her 'cept fuck her an' stuff."

This can't be happening, Monica thought dazedly as she struggled frantically to prevent her clothes being removed. But there were too many of them, and they seemed to know what they were doing. Her sweater was unzipped and pulled off, then her pants were dragged down her legs, then her shirt was ripped open and pulled off her shoulders. She took advantage of the fact that this necessitated loosening the grip on her arms to try to pull free, and did manage to get her right away, which she used to deliver a solid punch to the face of the nearest girl. She reeled back with a cry, but another, older and stronger, grabbed her wrist and twisted it.

"None a' that," she panted. "None a' that." She put a hand in her pocket and produced a flick knife, opening it expertly and holding it in front of Monica's nose. "Hold still."

Monica froze. Then she heard Chandler shouting and feared the worst. Girls as rough as these might well be into maltreating men. "Don't hurt him!" she cried. "I'll, I'll ... do what you want, if you don't hurt him."

"Now, why would we hurt him?" said the knife-wielding girl. "Wouldn't be able to fuck him, if we hurt him. And you gonna do what we want, whether you like it or not." She inserted the tip of her blade between the cups of Monica's bra and pulled back strongly, but the bra held.

"Aw hell, hold her," said the girl, and as other hands grabbed Monica's right wrist the girl put her hands on the bra at the back and pulled it apart by main force. Quickly it was pushed off Monica's arms. She could not help crying out in rage at this humiliation, but worse was to come. The knife-wielding girl grabbed the side of her panties and cut through them with a quick twist of the knife, pulling them off and tossing them aside. Monica was completely revealed in her nakedness. Tears of shame and anger at her helplessness rose to her eyes.

"Yeah, not bad at all," said the knife-wielding girl, running her eyes over Monica's body. "Now, lady, you behave right and nobody gonna hurt you, but don't you try to hurt us no more, or we could get nasty." She folded up her knife and pocketed it, then began to undo her jeans. "I guess I got a right to go first," she said to the others.

"Sure, Rose," said one, and others mumbled assent.

Chandler quickly found that he was essentially immobilised. He drew breath to shout for help, but one of the girls quickly grabbed his throat.

"Don't," was all she said, in a menacing way.

There was nothing he could do. Passively he endured being completely stripped; even his sneakers were removed. No longer distracted by trying to struggle and worries that they might hurt Monica – but what did Cathy mean by "fuck her an' stuff?" – Chandler was in a better position to appreciate that it was likely a considerable time since any of the girls around him had gotten absolutely clean. He thought he had read somewhere that body odours were supposed to have a subliminally erotic effect, but not these body odours. Yet the girl handling his penis was stroking it relatively gently, though firmly, and despite all his uncertainties about their situation this had results: soon he was completely hard.

A mouth engulfed his cockhead suddenly; the shock made him cry out.

"Mmm, tasty," said the girl who had done it, pulling off. "You wanna try, Cathy?"

"Naw, just keep him ready," Cathy said. Chandler could see her pulling her biker leathers down.

There was a fair amount of shifting around, and Chandler could tell that different girls were sucking his cockhead, passing it around like – he could not help giggling at his thought.

"What's so funny?" a girl growled.

"You're treating my cock like it was a j-joint," he said, nervous but unable to pass up the chance to make a crack, however weak.

"Hey, that's good!" one cried amid an outburst of laughter. The tension relaxed in Chandler's stomach momentarily, to tighten up again when he felt his cockhead being taken hold of, brushed against what were clearly the outer lips of a vagina, and then inserted into the opening of what seemed quite a loose, wet pussy. His intake of breath was matched by a sigh of satisfaction from Cathy.

She drove down onto him, said, "Okay, cowboy, let's ride," and began a fairly vigorous motion. It was undeniably exciting, if also humiliating, to be used like this.

"Aren't you afraid you'll get pregnant?" he found the wit to ask.

"Never did yet," said Cathy. "Hey, Lizzie, shut him up, will ya?"

Chandler heard a rustling of clothing, and then his view was obscured by the back view of a hairy and strong-smelling pussy that was being presented to him. It came closer, until it was almost touching his face.

"Lick me," Lizzie growled, "and make it good."

Though Chandler could not know it, Monica was in the same situation. Rose had moved to straddle her face and was now looking down and demanding to be licked.

"B-but ... I don't know how to do that," Monica stammered, flushed with embarrassment and also unsettled by the strong whiff from Rose's crotch.

"Your man give you oral?" snapped Rose.

"Y-yes," Monica replied.

"You like it?"

"I guess so," Monica said, then, somehow driven to voice a private complaint, "I wish he'd do it more."

"Right, well, all you gotta do is remember what you liked, and do it to me," Rose said in a more sympathetic voice. "An' don' worry, if you think you missin' out, we can, like, supply the lack – hey, Cindy, whyn't you show her what you can do?"

"No, no, I – mlph!" Monica's voice was stilled as Rose's vulva was pushed in her face quite firmly. It smelled even worse close up, but her prominent outer lips felt soft and squashy. Rather tentatively Monica stuck her tongue out and took a lick, to find, to her surprise, that Rose's juices, already present, did not taste bad. Was the common men's complaint about women's taste just an excuse to get out of giving them oral?

"Harder, much harder," Rose growled. "I can hardly feel you."

Trying to concentrate on this, Monica barely noticed that her legs were being moved further apart, so the sensual, caressing motion of a tongue on her completely exposed pussy came as a shock, making her cry out in surprise. The tongue ran over her lips again, and she found herself lifting up to it automatically. Oh god, I mustn't, she thought to herself. I mustn't enjoy this! But even as she thought it, she realised that it was only too likely that she would. She liked sex too much, and they weren't actually being brutal with her. The swirling of the tongue around and over her clit brought another cry from her at the intense flash of pleasure.

There was a sudden slap to her head, not particularly hard but enough to sting. "Get back to it," said Rose. "You ain't here just to enjoy Cindy's fine work."

Despite herself, Monica was beginning to feel more at ease about what was happening to her. It didn't seem like this would be so very bad. She began to lick Rose with something like zeal, trying to work out what Cindy was doing and apply it.

Chandler had got into a rhythm, stabbing his tongue into Lizzie in time with Cathy's plunges down onto him, which were getting harder and faster as she became more obviously excited, groaning and crying out obscenities. To complicate matters further, a third girl had seized his left hand, forcibly extended his forefinger, and was using it to fuck herself with little whimpers of enjoyment.

He had to admit that, if this was what being gangraped by women was like, he couldn't really complain, but he had misgivings about what Monica would feel later, if he admitted that he had gotten enjoyment from it. Also, he could not help wondering what was being done to her, and how she was feeling.

The distraction provided by these thoughts, and the need to keep licking Lizzie, kept him from coming longer than he would normally last, but eventually he felt that it was imminent. Feeling under no obligation to try to hold back, and unable to warn Cathy anyway, he simply let fly, thrusting his butt off the sand at the crucial moment with a grunt of effort.

To his surprise Cathy began writhing around on him almost at once, crying out, "Oh god oh fuck oh shit I'm coming I'm coming I'M COMING!!!"

The girl using his finger suddenly began to drive it into herself at a much faster pace, hissing with pleasure, until he felt her muscles clamp down and with a wail of delight she came also.

"Keep goin'," Lizzie hissed fiercely. "Didn't say ya could slack off."

Beginning to feel weary, Chandler did his best. He realised that he was now encountering the downside; he had to continue until they were satisfied. It was with some relief that he felt Lizzie begin to grind herself on him, almost smothering him as she smeared juices over his mouth and chin.

Meanwhile, Monica, to her surprise, had already brought Rose to an orgasm that produced a flow of juice onto her face, and was now quite readily licking a second girl, Marcia, while Cindy continued her increasingly delightful attentions to Monica's pussy and clit, and other girls had begun experimenting with Monica's breasts. She felt them fondled and tweaked, then one was sucked, and at the same time a girl holding her right hand pushed it into her crotch and demanded to be rubbed. Monica had seen some group sex scenes in porn videos at college, and could not help wondering whether the actresses who were the focus in such scenes actually got as much of a charge out of it as she found herself doing. She felt admiration for the actresses' ability to coordinate their actions, though she believed she was improving in this respect. She had to admit, her drive to excel in anything she undertook was affecting her even in this situation.

As she worked on Marcia and, with evident success, on the girl whose pussy and clit she was now rubbing, Monica began to feel heat expanding from her centre, along with the waves of pleasure that Cindy's licking was creating. She was now humping up at Cindy steadily, swiping her tongue over Marcia's lips or driving it in like a cock in time with these movements, and even managing to tie in her rubbing at the third girl's clit. This girl and Marcia were beginning to be active and vocal, and Monica herself couldn't keep from regular moans; she thought she felt Cindy moaning into her too, though it wasn't clear why. Then quite suddenly she felt her climax flare up, and they all began coming together in an orgasmic frenzy, Monica with a positive shriek that seemed to make Marcia shudder on top of her.

She felt Cindy leave her, and then Marcia got off her face and Monica found herself being surveyed by a grinning Cathy.

"So, you really got into it," she said. "Not so bad, was it?"

"No," Monica croaked.

"An' your man certainly seemed to like fuckin' me," said Cathy complacently. "He's not bad. You like fuckin'?" The question was shot out abruptly.

"Well ... yeah," said Monica uncertainly; her brain was still a bit fuzzy. In a moment, she added, "Doesn't everyone?"

Cathy gave a harsh laugh. "Lotsa these girls could tell you, what they had, they ain't enjoyed much. Some even been abused, if you know what I mean."

"I do," said Monica. "Uh ... that's a shame."

Cathy nodded. "So, well, like I say, I got it good from your man, but now I'm feelin' like doin' a bit of fuckin' myself, so, if you'd care to assume the doggy position ..." Her manner was a parody of politeness, but Monica caught a distinct edge of menace behind it.

"Uh ... don't I get any rest?" she faltered.

Cathy frowned. "He's not gettin' any," she said, jerking her head. "The girls are workin' on gettin' him up again right now. But tell you what, you can have a drink.

Cindy, you give her some."

"Right," cried Cindy, and began shuffling through a bag some distance away.

Seeing that no one was holding her down any more, Monica sat up. She saw three girls around Chandler's loins, passing his cock from one to the other, while a fourth had hold of his hand and was clearly using his fingers to fuck herself. This girl's position prevented her from seeing his face. She wondered if he was enjoying himself. She wouldn't blame him if he was; after all, she had just had a very satisfactory orgasm.

Cindy came forward, a thin blond girl as naked as she was, holding out a bottle half full of a clear brown liquid.

"It won't taste as good as you do," she said a little shyly.

Monica felt a rush of pride. Chandler had never told her she tasted good; but then, he never took her to climax by oral work alone. She tilted the bottle and choked as a fiery liquid, probably whisky, filled her mouth and burned down her throat. She coughed wildly, but felt it warm her.

Cathy snickered. "Maybe you don't like your whisky so strong. But I guess you'd like a good hard fuckin', eh? So ..." She made a gesture.

In a tiny gesture of defiance, Monica took a second swallow, then handed the bottle back to Cindy and went to her hands and knees, back to Cathy. She noticed that more than one of the girls watching avidly had their jeans pushed down and clearly had either been masturbating or were intending to do so while watching the show. She could not deny that it made her feel rather degraded, to be part of their live porn show like this, but she realised in a moment of insight that hopefully this meant that she and Chandler would not be required to have sex with every one of them separately.

"Okaaay," said Cathy from close behind her. "Spread 'em."

Monica did so, and shuddered involuntarily as she felt Cathy's coarse-feeling, undoubtedly dirty hands grip her hips. There was a stab at her from what had to be the head of a dildo, which hit between her two holes, then another that lodged in between her lips. She gasped and shuddered as a powerful thrust drove what seemed like several inches' worth of shaft into her. It felt a little strange, but not exactly unpleasant.

"And here we gooo!" cried Cathy exultantly, beginning to drive at her hard. "Oh yeah, Jilly, you can join in."

A dark girl, naked below the waist and displaying an extraordinarily hairy bush, pushed her body towards Monica's face.

"You lick me while she's fuckin' you," she growled.

Monica knew it would do no good to protest, and bent resignedly to her task. At least Jilly kept herself reasonably clean. She got into the rhythm quickly, timing it with Cathy's thrusts, and felt another surge of pride as Jilly began responding to her tongue work immediately, with little gasps and moans. She could not help feeling excited by the situation that she was in, and already her body was responding almost automatically to Cathy's deep thrusts, though she could not push back too strongly against them without upsetting her contact with Jilly. For a moment she wondered again how Chandler was doing.

In fact, Chandler was now enjoying, if that was the word – he did feel pleasure, but also a growing feeling of weariness and a certain soreness in his cock – being ridden by a second big girl, while both of his hands were now being used as makeshift dildos by two younger ones. These were the only ones left with him, as the rest had gone to the group around Monica. He hoped she was getting something out of it; they certainly seemed to be working her hard enough. But there were so many around her that it was difficult to see what was going on.

It was taking Monica some time to become fully worked up again, but this could not be said of Jilly, who responded remarkably fast to her licking. They could not have been going more than a few minutes when she began writhing around under Monica, squealing with joy and producing a lot of very sweet-tasting juice. Monica felt relief – her tongue and jaws were beginning to ache – but to her dismay another girl now seemed to be readying herself to be licked.

She turned her head to Cathy and said in a pleading tone, "No more, please. My tongue's worn out and my face hurts."

Cathy actually stopped driving into her and looked at her rather intently, as if trying to judge whether she was telling the truth. Then she nodded.

"Okay," she said, "but you gotta go along with what I'm gonna suggest instead, all right?"

Slightly apprehensively, Monica nodded.

"Right." Cathy pulled out of Monica and sat with her legs splayed. "Now, you are gonna sit on my cock, but" – she paused impressively – "the way this is gonna work, you have to take it up the ass. Then someone else can lick you from in front. You said she was sweet, didn't you, Cindy?"

"Yeah," said Cindy quite enthusiastically. "As sweet as I ever tasted."

"Right, Lindsay, that gonna suit you?" said Cathy to the one who had been preparing to have Monica lick her.

Lindsay shrugged. "Sure, I'll give it a whirl."

"Okay," said Cathy, "and anyone who wants to suck on her breasts, they'll be right there, available to you. Now – "

"E-excuse me," said Monica tremulously, "b-but I, I never took it there before."

"Then it's time you learned," said Cathy matter-of-factly. "Thing is to try to relax as much as possible. An' take it from me, maybe it hurts at first, but after a while you'll wonder why you ever got scared about it. 'S a great feelin'."

Chandler had now come a second time, with a great groan, and the girl on him evidently seemed satisfied, though he didn't think she'd actually come. But one of the girls who had successfully used his hand to rub her to orgasm, a rather fat, heavy-breasted type, was clearly not done with him.

"Bet I can get him up again with a titfuck," she said. "But maybe we should do some more suckin' first."

Not feeling enough energy to protest, Chandler just lay there and let the three girls work on him, betting himself that they would fail. He heard talking from the group around Monica, including what sounded like her voice, then a cry of pain, which startled him out of his lethargy.

"What – ?" he began, but the fat girl pushed him back.

"She's okay," she said, glancing over her shoulder quickly, "but takin' it up the ass can hurt, 'specially if you ain't done it before."

Chandler felt uneasy about this, and said, "Look, let me see, okay? I'm not gonna run away or anything."

They let him raise his body, supported on his hands, and as a result he was well placed to see a sight that would stay with him for the rest of his life. There was Monica, jogging up and down on Cathy, her body pulled back into a bow, because Cathy was hauling on her arms like reins, while two girls were evidently feasting on her nipples and a third was between her legs. Monica's eyes were shut, but her mouth was open in a fixed grin and her whole face radiated ecstasy. There was a lot of noise from around her – the girls seemed to be cheering the group on – but in a lull he suddenly heard her cry out on a rising note of elation.

"Oh god, yes, fuck my ass, Cathy!" she was crying. "Fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!!!"

It was the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. Immediately his cock sprang to attention, and suddenly it was if all the soreness and weariness had dropped away. He lay back, pulling the fat girl down onto him, pushed her breasts together over his cock, and fucked between them with a good deal more energy than she had been displaying, keeping the image of an ecstatic Monica in front of him all the time. In only a minute or two he heard Monica's rapturous screams over loud noises of approval. This propelled him almost instantly to a powerful ejaculation that so took him over, for a moment he did not notice that the fat girl was squirming against his cock with excited little squeals, evidently coming also.

Once his frantic thrusts between those soft breasts were done, he collapsed with a groan of real exhaustion. He did not feel he had enough energy to stand up, even. After a while the fat girl sat up and reached forward to pat his cheek.

"Good work, man," she said approvingly.

At much the same moment Cathy was giving Monica a little hug from behind.

"That was one of the best fucks I ever had," she said gleefully. "That man of yours lucked out when he picked you. You're a real goer."

Still panting from the effects of a second, quite spectacular orgasm, Monica could only gasp, "Thanks."

"You ready to let anyone who wants have a taste, bein' as you're so sweet, accordin' to Cindy?" Cathy said.

"Oh, she is," Lindsay muttered in tones of satisfaction.

"Uh ... sure," Monica said, still a little dazed. She was feeling completely wrung out, but thoroughly satisfied, and allowed herself to be laid flat and her legs gently pushed apart. For a while she just lay there, only semi-conscious, passively accepting the attentions of the girls. She noticed, slightly to her surprise, that they were mostly gentle with her, and each only used her for a certain time. Pleasure caused by their licking and sucking flashed through her in little flickers, making her whimper a little at the renewed sensations. Slowly she became more aware again, and realised that Cathy herself was licking her.

"Where's ... Chandler?" she asked slowly.

Cathy chuckled. "That's your man, I take it. He's flat out, right close to you. They brought him over when Mandy was done with him. Would you believe, they got him to come three times in, what, an hour at most?"

Monica could not help smiling. "I would," she said softly to herself.

"How's that?" Cathy bent closer.

"Chandler's good like that," Monica said more distinctly.

Cathy snickered. "So, you lucked out when you got him, too. Well, I gotta say, between the two of you, you done pretty well, so ..." She sat back on her haunches and spoke more loudly, looking around. "Hey, girls, wadda ya say? Shall we let 'em go now? We had a good time – "

"Yeah, you did," said a young voice sourly. "I guess most of us did, but not me. I didn't get to do what I really want."

Cathy seemed to Monica to give a little sigh. "Well, what do you want then, Erin?"

"I wanna fuck the guy in his ass, like you fucked her," said Erin, revealed to be a medium-sized girl whose only distinguishing feature was a shock of dirty brown hair, some of which hung over her forehead to partly hide her eyes.

Monica came alive. "Oh my god, please don't do that!" she begged. "He, he has issues ... his father went gay ... look, let me take it for him." She looked at Cathy pleadingly.

Cathy was looking a little uncomfortable. "Well, maybe we could do that."

Chandler sat up. "I'll do it," he said in a husky voice. "You shouldn't have to stand in for me, Monica."

"No, and she isn't gonna," snapped Erin. "There's no need for talk." She fixed her gaze on Cathy. "I want him. Everyone else got to have what they want; why shouldn't I?"

Cathy looked at Monica almost apologetically. "That's how it's gotta be." She seemed to have an idea. "No reason why you shouldn't be with him, though."

Monica nodded, liking the idea. She moved to Chandler's side. "I'll be with you, Chandler," she said softly. "I ... maybe you saw, I took it that way, and I can tell you, it's not so bad."

He tried to smile. "It could be a good test for whether I'm gay, deep down."

"Ssh," she went sternly. "No way are you gay."

"I gotta say, I strongly doubt that too," Cathy commented, from where she knelt by Erin, fitting her strap-on to her. "Okay, we're ready here."

Monica helped Chandler get to his hands and knees. She felt him shaking a little and stroked his arms.

"Hey, d'you wanna do something with me at the same time, to kinda take your mind off it?" she murmured.

His smile was more evident. "Well, if you're offering ..."

"I'm offering," she said seductively.

Chandler knew then that he could never love any woman the way he loved Monica. After all she had been through, she was ready to offer to do more with him, to help him through this ordeal, even though it would be in front of an audience that would likely be unsympathetic, if not mocking.

"I'll take you up on that," he said earnestly.

They arranged themselves, Monica whispering to him to do his best to relax. He felt hard hands pull his butt cheeks apart, and then a pressure on his anus that quickly became truly painful. Realising he had tensed up automatically, he breathed out deeply, and at that moment the dildo thrust in, causing a stab of even stronger pain that then settled back into a sharp ache.

Erin's hands came forward to grip his ribs. "Now you're gonna get it, you fuckin' man," she said viciously. "I hope it hurts as much as that bastard hurt me."

He felt a pang of sympathy, but it did not override the pain that her rather clumsy thrusts into him were causing. He tried to breathe out at the worst bits, to stifle the cries that he was near to making. But after only three or four strokes he felt Monica's hands on his head, gently drawing him down to her.

"Do whatever you like," she said. "Suck a breast, or ... they're saying, I taste very sweet."

"Yeah, they're right, you do. I'll try that," he said gratefully, and bent down to inhale the musky scent of her – was she actually aroused? – then to taste what she so freely offered. As he put more effort into it, her juices began to flow, and she sighed and gasped with pleasure.

"I love you, Chandler," she murmured.

"I love you too," he replied.

Trying to concentrate on her, he barely noticed at first that the pain in his ass had largely dissipated, but in a while he felt a growing warmth and, wonder of wonders, his dick was responding once more.

"Hey, stud!" came a voice; he thought it was Mandy's. "We never had a guy who came back for the fourth time, did we, Cathy?"

"No," said Cathy. "He is some guy." She sounded impressed.

Monica shifted under Chandler. "Will you let me?" was all she said, but he thought he knew what she meant.

"Sure," he replied between gasps. Erin was really putting a lot into fucking him.

Monica wriggled further under him, and he felt her hair brush against his stomach. Then a warm wet mouth once again enveloped his cockhead. But this time it was different; this was Monica, the woman he loved. They had not done this often before, but it was something she offered when she was feeling particularly loving. Recognising that made him feel even more aroused, and he gave a great groan of passion.

There was what sounded like an approving murmur from the audience.

"How you doin' there, Erin?" said Cathy in a teasing manner. "Looks like he'll come before you do, at this rate."

Erin made a sort of snarling noise, gripped Chandler's flanks so tightly he suspected her nails had broken his skin, and began to pound him even harder. But it no longer hurt; rather, between that and Monica's insistent sucking, he realised he was well on the way to another climax. Erin began to whine urgently and he suspected she was getting close; but so was he. A joke sprang to mind.

"Anyone taking bets on that?" he called out. "I'd like to get something down."

There was a burst of laughter, and Cathy said, "We got your money already, dude," in a jovial way.

Then Erin suddenly screamed and began to grind against him. With a pang so keen it was closest to pain, his cock shot out a spurt of seed into Monica's mouth. He cried out automatically. There was a burst of applause, and incongruously he felt pride and not humiliation; somehow, he had won. His cock jerked several times, without producing much more, as far as he could tell, then softened. Monica made an approving noise, patted him on the hip, and pulled off, to scramble out from under him and stand up.

"Well, I hope you learn from this, Erin: men are not all the same," she said severely, almost accusingly.

"Uh ... yeah," said Erin, sounding abashed. She pulled out of Chandler, who simply let himself collapse flat on the sand, face down.

"Oookay," said Cathy in a summing-up sort of manner. "I reckon we've pushed these folks to their limit. Time to move it along." She stood to pull on her leather pants; her eyes met Monica's, and she gave a nod. "If you're around again, we won't bother you," she said, "but I don't speak for anyone but the people here."

"We'll be careful," said Monica, relaxing in relief that it seemed to be over.

As the others of the gang resumed their clothing, Cindy came forward, holding out the bottle. "If Chandler" – she raised her eyebrows in query at a name that clearly sounded strange to her, and Monica nodded – "would like some ..."

"You want a drink, sweetie?" said Monica, kneeling by him. "It's whisky of some kind."

Chandler turned his head; he was actually grinning. "Yeah, gimme whisky."

When Monica passed the bottle, he took a deep swig, swallowed it without coughing, made an appreciative noise and took another, which left only a small amount in the bottle.

"Aw, finish it," said Cindy. "We can get more."

Chandler rolled over to sit up. "Yeah, on my money," he said, but in a joking way. "Don't drink too much now. Hangovers are hell."

Cindy gave a little shriek of laughter and went off to be with what were obviously her particular friends. She can't be more than fifteen, Monica thought, but she's certainly learned somewhere to give oral well. Mentally she shrugged: at least this gang provided her and others like her with something like a family structure.

As the girls began leaving, Monica took the opportunity to look around for their clothing, and found it in a relatively neat pile.

Cathy was last to leave. She looked at them for a moment. "So, you're Chandler and Monica," she said, and shook her head. "Kinda weird names ... but you did good. Well ... take care."

"Thanks," said Monica almost automatically, and Chandler grunted and raised the bottle in acknowledgement. Cathy nodded and walked away, not looking back.

As soon as she had gone, Monica turned to Chandler and put her hand on his shoulder. "How are you feeling, sweetie?" she said anxiously. "Cathy said, they made you do it three times before this last bit."

"Yeah, but I don't feel too bad," he said quite easily. "You know, I might not have made it the third time, but ... I saw you when they were all over you, and Cathy was taking your ass, they said."

"You saw me, and ...?" she queried, evidently not making the connection.

"It was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he commented. "So, you got something out of it."

She nodded. "It was my second time, too. That Cindy girl, who brought the whisky, gave me the first; she was good at oral. So, you don't mind, that I came with them?"

Chandler shook his head. "And you don't, that I came twice as often?"

She shook her head very vigorously. "No. It's so easy to make men come, and anyway I was involved, the last time." She gave him a wicked glance that made him laugh.

He offered the last mouthful in the bottle to her, but she shook her head. He drained it, then shuffled his butt over to the clothing pile and began to paw through it.

"We better dress and get out of here," he said. "They didn't treat us so badly, really, but a boys' gang could be a lot worse, and there might be one around."

"You're right," she said. "Well, there's not much left I can wear." She held up her bra, to see the clip torn out, and discarded it. "Let's go back to the hotel straight away." She put on her now buttonless shirt, then zipped up her sweater over it.

"No argument here," he said, shrugging into his shirt, then pulling on shorts fast and grabbing for his pants before doing it up. "I need a shower, badly."

"So do I," she commented, pushing her legs into her pants.

"Good thing we left my wallet in the safe," he said, moving with a kind of urgency as he hauled his sweater over his head and got his sneakers on.

"Uh huh," she replied as she did the same. "Well, I'm about ready. We should dump these in the nearest trash can." She brandished her ruined bra and panties.

He stood. "And the bottle, I guess. Don't want to be litterbugs."

She gave a little snicker. Walking out from under the boardwalk, they felt surprise that the sun had not yet set; both felt they had been in there for a very long time.

In silence they made their way back to their hotel. Chandler was relieved that the girls had not thought to search for the room keycard, so he did not have to come up with some story for why they had lost it. Again there was a tension between them, but of a different kind, Chandler thought, though he could only speak for himself. Despite all he had been made to do, he felt somehow hot for her. Speaking of how he had seen her had brought the picture clear in his mind again. He wondered if her occasional glances at him meant the same thing.

Monica was indeed feeling a sort of yearning for him, but she was also wondering if he was as accepting of what had happened to him as he seemed. She had fully expected him to freak out a bit, and indeed he did seem to show a sort of tension, but not the kind that she expected.

"Let's shower together," she said when they were in their room, unzipping her sweater and pulling it off together with her shirt.

Chandler grinned, eying her breasts with appreciation and noticing that her nipples looked hard. "Yeah, let's."

Ready first, she got into the shower, turned it on and groped for the shower gel. He followed her in a minute, and something was immediately evident. While not fully hard, his penis was sticking out, semi-erect.

"Chandler!" she gasped in genuine amazement, reaching out to hold it.

"I, I'm sorry," he said, looking both rueful and pleading, "but I can't get that image of you out of my mind."

"Oh, I'm not mad," she assured him. "I'm pleased." She stroked him firmly. "Would you like to put that where it would do most good?"

His face lit up, but then he frowned a little. "Er ... condoms in here?"

"No," she said slowly. "But you know what I had in mind? Something we've never done before. But ... maybe first we should have the quickest shower ever. We can keep this going, can't we?" She stroked his penis again.

"Sure," he said a little throatily.

Hastily they soaped each other and washed it off, getting their hair wet but not shampooing, then even more hastily dried and rushed to the bed. Monica grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her butt as she lay face up.

"Let's try it this way," she said enticingly.

A little puzzled, but ready to go along because he was getting something he had never expected to have, Chandler pulled her legs to the very edge of the pillow and attempted to plug his now painfully stiff member into her anus. With help from her – she gripped his arms and tried to haul him into her as he thrust – he achieved entry, and she hugged him to her. It took him a while to get into a regular rhythm in this new arrangement, but she encouraged him eagerly, and finally he settled into it. Then he noticed that one of the hands she was running over his back was sliding over his butt, and before he knew it she was tickling his anus. He looked at her in surprise, to see that she was grinning broadly.

"What's good for the goose ..." she quoted.

"Is good for the gander," he finished, then, determinedly, "Do it."

Her grin widening further, she ran a long slim finger into him and began moving it in and out in counterpoint with his thrusts into her. It excited him to an amazing degree, and soon he was driving into her as if his life depended on it, crying out continually. She too began to cry out as he increased the pace, humping up and ramming her finger into him faster and faster. They swept to a mutual orgasm with cries of triumph, and he collapsed on her panting.

"Wow," he gasped. "Both of us fast and loud."

She snickered appreciatively, and put her arms round him in close embrace. "I love you, Chandler," she murmured, "and I really don't care how often they made you come."

"I love you too," he replied, moving his head down to kiss her quickly on the mouth, "and I really don't care that you got two good orgasms from them."

He rolled them both onto their sides so he could hug her and look into her face more easily. She smiled at him happily.

"You know, we don't have to do ... what we just did ... that way some other time," she said. "It was just ... I thought, if both of us were doing something like that ..."

"You thought right," he said. "It was very nice."

"It was," she said, "and you, mister, are certainly not gay. You just found out, you like a little fooling around down there."

"That's right," he said. "A little fooling around down there is good, but I got no feeling that I wanted a man doing anything like that. It has to be you."

She beamed, and said, "I'll remember that." Then suddenly she yawned prodigiously and said a little apologetically, "I could really use a nap."

"Me too," he said.

They found a way to get under the quilt without having to stand up, and snuggled down, naked and damp-haired as they were. Sleep came almost at once, and it was two hours before they woke again, to have a second more leisurely shower, dress and go out to eat, feeling more happy with each other than ever.

When they got back from their vacation, all their friends commented on how well they were looking.

"Nothing like a little sun and sand, eh, guys?" said Rachel, with a wicked wink that suggested she knew perfectly well that they had not done much sunbathing.

"It's not something I'd want to do too often," said Chandler with a straight face, "but, yes, that was just what we needed to set us up."

Monica began a shriek of laughter and hastily stifled it. "Sorry," she gasped, when her brother and friends looked at her in surprise, "private joke."

"Ohhh yeah," said Joey in a knowing way. "Private joke, yeah."

"Joey!" said Phoebe sternly. "But seriously, guys, it's good to see you so happy together."

"Yes," said Monica. "I believe that going away together really was good for our relationship."

And to their slight surprise this indication that Monica saw them as a settled couple seemed to cause no nervousness in Chandler at all.

The end