“Friends: Secret’s Out” Part 5
*This is a requested story from a TMF member and is a continuation of another story of mine titled “Friends: Rent’s Due”
Monica and Rachel shook their heads wildly and laughed steadily with their mouths wide open as Chandler tickled their feet. The bound hotties pulled at the ties and squirmed as he took advantage of their helpless soles overhanging the edge of the bed. Monica’s eyes were closed while she belly laughed uncontrollably. Chandler was scurrying his fingers around in her deep arches again and driving her nuts. Rachel was wide-eyed and guffawing hysterically as Chandler wrestled his menacing fingers under her clenched toes and attacked their vulnerable undersides.
Phoebe just laid there with a very concerned expression as she watched her friends react to the tickling. Chandler was really getting to them all now that the tickling had been going on for a bit. The girls absolutely wanted to give Chandler a reward to express their gratitude for landing them jobs. Since he loved tickling women, they had allowed him to tie them to Monica’s bed using some of his dress ties. But he was so passionate about tickling that all three were now having second thoughts about agreeing to be in this predicament.
Phoebe: “Aw hang in there girls. Remember, we wanted to be nice to Chandler. We knew this would happen. Just try to stay positive.”
Monica and Rachel barely heard their friend. They were too busy laughing their heads off. Chandler quickly transitioned so that he was just tickling Rachel. Monica looked tired as she sucked in big gulps of air and looked over sympathetically at Rachel. Chandler encircled Rachel’s ankles and poised his fingers on her luscious, buttery heels first. Rachel kicked her tan size 7.5’s around desperately and begged him, “Oh not this again! Chandler, please! This is AAAHHahahahaha!!”
He began scribbling his fingers across her heels and soon wormed his digits down to her wrinkly, creamy arches. Rachel laughed and squealed as the odd tickling sensations drove her mad. Chandler squirmed his fingertips across her pristine soles, listening to her wild and desperate laughter as she freaked out. Then Chandler came to the base of her toes. He loved this part. With some stubborn perseverance, he was able to fight his fingers under her clenched toes and get at the ultra-sensitive undersides of them. Rachel cackled and bucked up and down on the bed as Chandler stroked the tender undersides and between her impeccable tootsies.
Rachel: “Oh God no! HAHAHA!! AAAHAHAHAHAHA!! Get out of there, Chandler! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! God why do you have to like tickling?!!”
Chandler kept it going for a while but then let Rachel catch her breath. He devilishly stroked a single finger across Monica’s right sole as he passed by her, just to hear her shriek and panic that it was her turn again. Monica flinched and clenched her toes tightly, but was relieved when Phoebe started busting up laughing. Chandler went right for her toes at first. He dug in right at the base and wiggled his fingers around even while Phoebe was desperately trying to curl them down. The tall blonde roared laughter and kicked her legs what little she could.
Phoebe eventually knocked Chandler’s hands loose, to which she teasingly said, “Ha! Now you stay out of there.” Chandler smiled at her playful spirit and encircled her ankles in response. He replied, “I guess you just want me to tickle these big, long arches instead.” He started wiggling his fingers up and down her shallow arches, making her jump right back into unbridled laughter as she tried crossing her size 9.5 feet over back and forth.
As Phoebe shifted about, her silky nightgown started to ride up around her waist and then her tummy. The open slits on either side of her hips revealed quite a bit of her upper legs and waist as it bunched up higher and higher. Phoebe didn’t even notice it was happening, but Chandler took note. He changed his tactics a little and reached up to tickle her unguarded hips and the sides of her creamy tummy. Phoebe jolted at the new sensation, but fell right back into girlish laughter.
She twisted back and forth and moved her hips all around trying to dodge his attack somehow. But not much helped in her stretched out position. Phoebe could only bury her head in the comforter and continue to laugh like a mad woman as Chandler poked and tormented her tender hips and sides.
When Chandler dug in right along her hip creases, it drove Phoebe crazy. She twisted and flung herself about trying to get free. Chandler moved up and straddled her knees to lock her in further. His fingers kneaded her hips like a baker, causing Phoebe to frantically shout and scream. It was clearly a sensitive area. And as he tickled her hips, her nightgown continued to rise up due to her struggling. Her white lace panties were visible as well as her flat tummy when she squirmed to one side or the other.
Chandler gave her some sudden tummy tickles and felt her abdominals crunching while she laughed. Monica and Rachel looked over with dread knowing that upper body tickling was a real possibility for them now. Phoebe’s nightgown rose up as she twisted and fought her bondage. She felt Chandler creeping his hands up along her bare sides and attacking her ribs. She screamed laughter as he slid them up high, practically grazing the undersides of her breasts peaking out from the ruffled nightgown.
Desperate to shake off Chandler’s tickling attack, Phoebe twisted and rolled so that she was on her back. However, her plan only granted her a second of reprieve. She was still just as vulnerable laying there looking up at a Chandler with her nightgown bunched up around her upper torso. Chandler wiggled his fingers above his friend, making Phoebe smile reluctantly and plead with her eyes for him to give her a few moments of mercy.
Phoebe: “Chandler...don’t...no more.”
Chandler jumped back into action, this time going for her completely vulnerable armpits. He was on top of Phoebe now and had her completely pinned. Chandler began scratching his fingers in her smooth, rich hollows. Phoebe gasped and shrieked laughter. Chandler rubbed his fingertips around relentlessly in the taught armpits. He was able to stroke every little crease and nook with Phoebe being laid out like she was. The begging blonde cried laughter and tried to buck Chandler off of her.
Monica furrowed her brow with concern and said sympathetically, “Oh God, not her armpits.” Monica couldn’t imagine what she would do if Chandler decided to tickle her armpits like that. She would probably lose her mind. Rachel saw what was going on with Phoebe across the bed but was using the free time to try and smooth her nightgown back down so her tummy and ass weren’t exposed so much. She tried as best she could without having the use of her hands; she absolutely didn’t want Chandler seeing her tummy and getting the same idea.
All of Phoebe’s struggling was making her nightgown shift up her body even further. The silk material didn’t stay in place, that was for sure. As Phoebe bucked and squirmed, her nightgown started riding up so high that her breasts were exposed. Chandler saw that and immediately got completely hard. Phoebe’s milky breasts shook and bounced as he kept punishing her smooth armpits. She kept laughing and didn’t even seem to notice. As long as she wasn’t complaining, Chandler kept going. He was mesmerized as Phoebe’s breasts continued to shake and jiggle while she writhed under him.
Phoebe: “Hahahahahaha!! Chandler, I need a break! Hahahahahaha!!”
Chandler didn’t want to take things too far in case the ladies were ever up to this kind of thing again. He got off Phoebe and let her roll back to her stomach to cover herself. Then he went over to Rachel. She playfully called out, “Aw, come on.” But he took a position straddling the backs of her knees anyway. Rachel tensed and put her head down waiting for the horrible tickling to start again. Before Chandler even did anything, he could hear little tiny giggles coming from Rachel as she anticipated his fingers stroking her.
He reached up and started with her armpits. Rachel screamed and pulled desperately at her ties as she fell back into hearty laughter. Chandler stroked all over her deep, creamy crevices and made her shake her head back and forth wildly. Rachel hissed and giggled and laughed constantly as Chandler rubbed her vulnerable armpits. Just watching her best friend getting tickled like that made Monica’s armpits start to sweat. She dreaded even thinking of Chandler doing the same to her.
Rachel fought and squirmed desperately until she managed to roll onto her back. But she too realized that this was a costly mistake, having opened up more of her ticklish spots to Chandler. Rachel tried to quickly roll back to her stomach, but Chandler caught her and rolled her back so she was facing up. He put one hand on her wrists to help pin her and then used his free hand to pull her nightgown up and expose her tanned, toned tummy.
Rachel looked up at Chandler with a wide, anxious look. She couldn’t help but giggle at her silly predicament as she begged him, “Chandler, don’t! Come on. Me and you have had a lot of fun lately. Let’s work something out.” Chandler just smiled and started giving her a five-finger tummy attack. Rachel jumped and shrieked. Her laughter filled the room as she twisted and convulsed under Chandler’s control. He ran his fingers down her gorgeous sides, across her lower torso right at the panty line, and occasionally slipped down into her adorable little bellybutton. Rachel cackled like mad as her abs were squeezed and massaged to terrible effect. The fingers grazing her sensitive tummy made her want to crawl out of her skin.
All her writhing and twisting made Rachel’s breasts start to shake loose from the low-cut V in her nightgown. Soon, Rachel’s small, perky breasts had spilled out of the nightgown’s front and worked the silky fabric to the sides. Her tan tits and smooth, pink nipples were fully on display as Rachel screamed laughter. Chandler watched her glorious boobs jiggle and vibrate as he squeezed her tender sides and rubbed a finger around the rim of her bellybutton, sometimes dipping it down and playfully wiggling it inside.
Rachel didn’t say anything about her breasts being out, although she could barely talk as it was so maybe she just didn’t have the ability. The hottie just kept laughing and squirming around under Chandler as he tickled her exposed flanks, her toned abdominals, and her defenseless little bellybutton. Tears began to form in the corners of Rachel’s eyes as she couldn’t cope with the menacing fingers stroking her sensitive stomach. Her laughter was growing raspy and panicky as it poured out of her.
Rachel: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Chandler, stop! HAHAHAHAHA!! I need a break!”
Chandler got off of her and went to his girlfriend, who was scowling at him. Monica said curtly, “Did you get a good look?” Chandler knew she was peeved about Phoebe and Rachel’s boobs slipping out of their shirts, but he couldn’t help that. It just sort of happened. He knew no amount of talking would extinguish Monica’s jealous flame right now, so he decided to jump right into tickling.
As he straddled her, Chandler could tell Monica was pissed. But as his fingers started to creep closer and closer to her bare, vulnerable hollows, Monica’s grumpy demeanor reluctantly shifted to a forced smirk and then a smile. She closed her eyes and tried to prepare for hell. Chandler’s fingertips made contact with her lower armpits and the brunette beauty immediately screamed shrilly. Monica melted into laughter as her boyfriend’s fingers worked their way up deep into her underarms.
Monica shook her head and shouted at Chandler, but nothing stopped his hands from exploring her silky, flawless hollows. She screamed and bounced him and pounded the mattress with her tied hands. But nothing eased the horrible feeling of having her sensitive pits invaded and stroked. Monica yelled, “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GET OUT OF THERE!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOT IN MY ARMPITS!!”
Chandler could feel how hard Monica was struggling underneath him. He really had her pinned this time. The sound of his stubborn girlfriend being forced to laugh and scream desperately was making his dick rock hard. He playfully commented, “You should probably calm down, Honey. You wouldn’t want anything to slip out, would you?” Chandler knew that little quip was sure to piss Monica off even more, but what the hell?
Monica: “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! CHANDLER, DON’T YOU DARE MAKE ME DO THAT!! HAHAHAHAHA!! MY BOOBS ARE NOT COMING OUT HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FROM YOU TICKLING ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THAT’S SO EMBARRASSING!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! ESPECIALLY IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS!!”
But like it or not, the struggling and chaotic squirming were causing Monica’s nightgown to shift around. As she craned her head up in wild laughter, her boobs were becoming more and more visible at the top of her nightgown. Soon, a hint of her dark pink areoles was showing, despite her best efforts to stay still. Chandler kept working his fingers around her warm, soft underarms and said to her, “You know, if they fall out, they fall out. You shouldn’t fight it. I for one wouldn’t mind seeing them.
Monica growled and scoffed angrily between fits of manic laughter. But despite her wishes, Monica’s lovely, perky breasts edged their way out of her nightgown. Monica gave a loud, “UGH!!” as she felt them slip out. Her small, pink nipples and pale mounds were now on full display as she was still being tickled and laughing like a wimp.
Monica only for more frustrated as the merciless tickling continued. Chandler moved back to the floor and started randomly giving their soles some tickling attention once again. The three women laughed in unison as unseen fingers stroked their soles sporadically. Chandler was jumping around, usually tickling two of the lovely ladies at once. This was very intense for their first official tickling session where they were tied up. And they were willing to do something to make it stop.
While it was Phoebe and Rachel’s turn being tickled together, Monica managed to blurt out, “Chandler, you can have a footjob if you stop!” This got his attention. He ceased tickling the women and let them lay there catching their breath. Monica felt she had to quickly follow up by saying, “I’ll let you pick who you want a footjob from. Just stop and let us go. I know you’ve had fun, but we need a break, Babe.”
Monica whispered to Phoebe and Rachel that she would owe them big time if they were willing to back up her offer. Not that they needed much convincing to get on board with the plan. They didn’t want to be tied up and tickled anymore than Monica at this point.
Chandler agreed and began untying the girls. They fixed their outfits and were pleased to be finally be free. Chandler stood up and thought about his choice, carefully considering the options before him. After a few moments of debating it while the women sat and smiled up at him, Monica finally asked, “So Honey, have you decided yet?”
Chandler: “Um...Rachel? Is...is that okay?”
Rachel raised her eyebrows and laughed a little. In her mind, she knew Chandler wouldn’t be able to resist her perfect feet. Not after the way she made him blow his load last time. Rachel was secretly pleased that Chandler had chosen her out of the group.
Monica felt a flare of jealousy rise up in her, but she quickly subdued it and put a smile on her face. She stood and walked over to Chandler. Monica decided to just embrace the situation and blow Chandler’s mind. With everything that had been going on, this whole situation was already crazy enough. Plus, she reminded herself that she just gave Rachel permission to please Chandler a couple weeks ago. Monica affectionately cozied up to him and instructed him to lie on the bed.
Chandler did as instructed and laid down. Monica knew this sudden surprise ending was going to be a little awkward for everyone since they were all together. But the wine helped. Monica decided to take charge and guide the activities. She knelt on the bed by Chandler and started undoing his pants, pulling them down around his knees. Chandler was already decently hard and his penis sprung up as it was freed. Monica smirked at him and began rubbing his member. She didn’t say anything, but her look conveyed, “Of course you’re excited for another footjob from Rachel.”
Rachel was already sitting on the bed. Monica pumped some lotion into her hands from her bedside table to use on Chandler and then passed the bottle to Rachel so she could apply it to her feet. Once her feet were creamy and glistening with lotion, Rachel wrapped them around the base of Chandler’s shaft. He moaned with excitement at the feeling, but decided to keep his pleasure under wraps in front of Monica at least.
Monica and Phoebe sat near Chandler on the bed as Rachel started moving her feet slowly. It was undeniable that the whole situation was a little strange. So Monica tried to break the tension by leaning down and whispering to her boyfriend, “Hey Babe...Rachel’s feet look so cute. And I bet they feel really good, don’t they? I hope you LOVE your reward for getting us jobs.”
Monica was pleasantly surprised when Chandler turned and kissed her passionately. She loved the affection and knew this was all turning her boyfriend on so incredibly much. His obvious excitement was making her want to get into the moment more. Monica looked lustfully down at Chandler’s cock being rubbed by Rachel’s pristine feet. She started rubbing the upper half of Chandler’s shaft and his tip in sync with Rachel’s pumping motion. Monica felt Chandler tense and pulse with pleasure in her hand.
She loved seeing Chandler happy. Next, Monica decided to climb on top of his chest so that she was facing toward Rachel. She playfully arched her back and popped her curvy bottom back toward Chandler’s face. Her black thong was nestled between her plump cheeks and visible through the bottom portion of her nightgown. Monica reached down and folded the bottom of her nightgown up so that it didn’t obscure her butt at all. Her milky ass cheeks framed by a skimpy thong were right in front of Chandler’s face on his chest. She called back in her sexiest voice, “Like what you see?”
Chandler groaned and eagerly said he did as he squeezed and fondled her luscious ass. Monica took it a step further and curled her legs back around to the sides of him so that she could rub her bare, size 7 soles against the sides of his face. Chandler moaned even harder and turned his head both ways to smooch them. Monica giggled at his noticeable pleasure and kept rubbing his shaft while Rachel teased his ballsack with her skilled toes.
Phoebe was content sitting off to the side watching with a slight smile. She didn’t want to overstep and get involved. But then Monica looked back and nodded down toward Chandler’s face as he was smooching her feet. Phoebe looked like she acknowledged what Monica was conveying. Then Monica told Chandler, “Hey Honey, I know you’re loving this, but I was thinking... maybe we could get Phoebe involved too?”
Without missing a beat, Phoebe scooted over and lowered her big, size 9.5 soles down over Chandler’s face. He moaned in ecstasy as Phoebe’s long soles completely covered his eyes, nose, and lips. Monica asked him, “There. Is that better, Honey? Are you going to show us how much you love your reward?”
Chandler’s muffled moans could be heard answering her. Monica let go of his shaft and let Rachel take back over pumping her feet up and down it. Her wrinkly arches hugging the sides of it slid effortlessly up and down the thick shaft. Monica felt a twinge of jealousy having a front row seat to her best friend jerking off Chandler with her pretty feet. But she was also getting turned on by it. Monica couldn’t help herself when she saw Rachel edge a juicy drop of precum up out of the tip of Chandler’s penis. Then Rachel used her skilled toes to gently smear the gooey droplet around on the bulging head using her big toe and second toe. Monica tried to hide her weird feelings as she groped her own breast firmly in a primal response. She felt her own nipple was hard just from watching.
Rachel moved her toes up so that she could caress and stroke the head of Chandler’s penis with them. The shaft pulsed powerfully in response as he groaned under Phoebe’s feet. Phoebe laughed and commented, “He must like that. I feel a lot of noise on the bottoms of my feet.” Rachel knew her the lollipop tips of her well-developed toes drove Chandler crazy when she rolled them around on his super-sensitive tip.
Rachel curled one set of toes to steady the back side of Chandler’s penis. And then she used her other foot to ever-so-teasingly scrunch and stroke her feminine toes along the underside of Chandler’s mushroom tip. The swollen tip was stretched to the max as she rubbed her soft toe tips gently and sensually along the bottom of it, as if she was coaxing a volcano to erupt. The veins in Chandler’s shaft swelled and his balls tensed as he neared a climax.
Rachel: “Mr. Bing...are you okay? Or are my little toes absolutely driving you wild? Is it unbearable when I scrunch them underneath your tip like this? Can you feel them all working to stroke you? Don’t they feel soft?”
Monica: “Oh man, he looks like he’s about to finish.”
Phoebe: “Chandler, it’s hard to hear you all smothered under my big feet. Why don’t you just keep smelling and feeling them cover your face while you finish for Rachel? Okay?”
As Chandler tensed hard, Rachel knew he was about to blow it. She moved her feet so that they hugged the sides of his shaft. Then she curled her toes over the head of his dick so she had as many of them smothering his tip as she could. Her toes held the tip of his cock in a firm scrunch as they wiggled ever so slightly. The sensation of so many of Rachel’s toes piling over his tip as he was starting to climax sent Chandler straight to heaven.
He came buckets. Chandler’s tip spurted powerful lobs of cum up and onto Rachel’s toes. Her tan tootsies were soon coated in white goo as she giggled confidently at the spectacle. Monica felt a strange, animalistic sensation deep within her as she watched Rachel jerk off her boyfriend with only her feet. Phoebe laughed and told Chandler to keep smelling her feet. He nodded obediently and took deep inhales of her soles as he continued to cum hard. The mess ran into every crevice and gap between Rachel’s toes. As more and more hurried to get out of his balls, it rolled down Rachel’s soles and left her dripping with his load.
After an affectionate and reassuring goodnight, Rachel and Phoebe left the couple alone in Monica’s room. They talked for a while, but Monica seemed insatiable as they made out. Even after Chandler had gone down on Monica and made her climax intensely, she still wanted him. Later that night, Monica snuck out and gently woke Phoebe from the couch. The two women giggled a little and talked in hushed whispers in the living room. Then Monica brought her into the bedroom quietly and had her smother Chandler’s face with her feet again. As Chandler licked and smelled Phoebe’s soles once more, Monica pounced on her boyfriend with a burning desire in her pussy. Monica got on top of Chandler and rode him to an extremely powerful climax. Monica had to cover her own mouth to keep from screaming as she rode her Earth-shattering orgasm to completion while her boyfriend smelled her friend’s big feet.
Chandler’s secret was out and now that his world had been turned upside down, who knew what would be in store for him with Monica and her two best friends.
THE END
*This is a requested story from a TMF member and is a continuation of another story of mine titled “Friends: Rent’s Due”
Monica and Rachel shook their heads wildly and laughed steadily with their mouths wide open as Chandler tickled their feet. The bound hotties pulled at the ties and squirmed as he took advantage of their helpless soles overhanging the edge of the bed. Monica’s eyes were closed while she belly laughed uncontrollably. Chandler was scurrying his fingers around in her deep arches again and driving her nuts. Rachel was wide-eyed and guffawing hysterically as Chandler wrestled his menacing fingers under her clenched toes and attacked their vulnerable undersides.
Phoebe just laid there with a very concerned expression as she watched her friends react to the tickling. Chandler was really getting to them all now that the tickling had been going on for a bit. The girls absolutely wanted to give Chandler a reward to express their gratitude for landing them jobs. Since he loved tickling women, they had allowed him to tie them to Monica’s bed using some of his dress ties. But he was so passionate about tickling that all three were now having second thoughts about agreeing to be in this predicament.
Phoebe: “Aw hang in there girls. Remember, we wanted to be nice to Chandler. We knew this would happen. Just try to stay positive.”
Monica and Rachel barely heard their friend. They were too busy laughing their heads off. Chandler quickly transitioned so that he was just tickling Rachel. Monica looked tired as she sucked in big gulps of air and looked over sympathetically at Rachel. Chandler encircled Rachel’s ankles and poised his fingers on her luscious, buttery heels first. Rachel kicked her tan size 7.5’s around desperately and begged him, “Oh not this again! Chandler, please! This is AAAHHahahahaha!!”
He began scribbling his fingers across her heels and soon wormed his digits down to her wrinkly, creamy arches. Rachel laughed and squealed as the odd tickling sensations drove her mad. Chandler squirmed his fingertips across her pristine soles, listening to her wild and desperate laughter as she freaked out. Then Chandler came to the base of her toes. He loved this part. With some stubborn perseverance, he was able to fight his fingers under her clenched toes and get at the ultra-sensitive undersides of them. Rachel cackled and bucked up and down on the bed as Chandler stroked the tender undersides and between her impeccable tootsies.
Rachel: “Oh God no! HAHAHA!! AAAHAHAHAHAHA!! Get out of there, Chandler! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! God why do you have to like tickling?!!”
Chandler kept it going for a while but then let Rachel catch her breath. He devilishly stroked a single finger across Monica’s right sole as he passed by her, just to hear her shriek and panic that it was her turn again. Monica flinched and clenched her toes tightly, but was relieved when Phoebe started busting up laughing. Chandler went right for her toes at first. He dug in right at the base and wiggled his fingers around even while Phoebe was desperately trying to curl them down. The tall blonde roared laughter and kicked her legs what little she could.
Phoebe eventually knocked Chandler’s hands loose, to which she teasingly said, “Ha! Now you stay out of there.” Chandler smiled at her playful spirit and encircled her ankles in response. He replied, “I guess you just want me to tickle these big, long arches instead.” He started wiggling his fingers up and down her shallow arches, making her jump right back into unbridled laughter as she tried crossing her size 9.5 feet over back and forth.
As Phoebe shifted about, her silky nightgown started to ride up around her waist and then her tummy. The open slits on either side of her hips revealed quite a bit of her upper legs and waist as it bunched up higher and higher. Phoebe didn’t even notice it was happening, but Chandler took note. He changed his tactics a little and reached up to tickle her unguarded hips and the sides of her creamy tummy. Phoebe jolted at the new sensation, but fell right back into girlish laughter.
She twisted back and forth and moved her hips all around trying to dodge his attack somehow. But not much helped in her stretched out position. Phoebe could only bury her head in the comforter and continue to laugh like a mad woman as Chandler poked and tormented her tender hips and sides.
When Chandler dug in right along her hip creases, it drove Phoebe crazy. She twisted and flung herself about trying to get free. Chandler moved up and straddled her knees to lock her in further. His fingers kneaded her hips like a baker, causing Phoebe to frantically shout and scream. It was clearly a sensitive area. And as he tickled her hips, her nightgown continued to rise up due to her struggling. Her white lace panties were visible as well as her flat tummy when she squirmed to one side or the other.
Chandler gave her some sudden tummy tickles and felt her abdominals crunching while she laughed. Monica and Rachel looked over with dread knowing that upper body tickling was a real possibility for them now. Phoebe’s nightgown rose up as she twisted and fought her bondage. She felt Chandler creeping his hands up along her bare sides and attacking her ribs. She screamed laughter as he slid them up high, practically grazing the undersides of her breasts peaking out from the ruffled nightgown.
Desperate to shake off Chandler’s tickling attack, Phoebe twisted and rolled so that she was on her back. However, her plan only granted her a second of reprieve. She was still just as vulnerable laying there looking up at a Chandler with her nightgown bunched up around her upper torso. Chandler wiggled his fingers above his friend, making Phoebe smile reluctantly and plead with her eyes for him to give her a few moments of mercy.
Phoebe: “Chandler...don’t...no more.”
Chandler jumped back into action, this time going for her completely vulnerable armpits. He was on top of Phoebe now and had her completely pinned. Chandler began scratching his fingers in her smooth, rich hollows. Phoebe gasped and shrieked laughter. Chandler rubbed his fingertips around relentlessly in the taught armpits. He was able to stroke every little crease and nook with Phoebe being laid out like she was. The begging blonde cried laughter and tried to buck Chandler off of her.
Monica furrowed her brow with concern and said sympathetically, “Oh God, not her armpits.” Monica couldn’t imagine what she would do if Chandler decided to tickle her armpits like that. She would probably lose her mind. Rachel saw what was going on with Phoebe across the bed but was using the free time to try and smooth her nightgown back down so her tummy and ass weren’t exposed so much. She tried as best she could without having the use of her hands; she absolutely didn’t want Chandler seeing her tummy and getting the same idea.
All of Phoebe’s struggling was making her nightgown shift up her body even further. The silk material didn’t stay in place, that was for sure. As Phoebe bucked and squirmed, her nightgown started riding up so high that her breasts were exposed. Chandler saw that and immediately got completely hard. Phoebe’s milky breasts shook and bounced as he kept punishing her smooth armpits. She kept laughing and didn’t even seem to notice. As long as she wasn’t complaining, Chandler kept going. He was mesmerized as Phoebe’s breasts continued to shake and jiggle while she writhed under him.
Phoebe: “Hahahahahaha!! Chandler, I need a break! Hahahahahaha!!”
Chandler didn’t want to take things too far in case the ladies were ever up to this kind of thing again. He got off Phoebe and let her roll back to her stomach to cover herself. Then he went over to Rachel. She playfully called out, “Aw, come on.” But he took a position straddling the backs of her knees anyway. Rachel tensed and put her head down waiting for the horrible tickling to start again. Before Chandler even did anything, he could hear little tiny giggles coming from Rachel as she anticipated his fingers stroking her.
He reached up and started with her armpits. Rachel screamed and pulled desperately at her ties as she fell back into hearty laughter. Chandler stroked all over her deep, creamy crevices and made her shake her head back and forth wildly. Rachel hissed and giggled and laughed constantly as Chandler rubbed her vulnerable armpits. Just watching her best friend getting tickled like that made Monica’s armpits start to sweat. She dreaded even thinking of Chandler doing the same to her.
Rachel fought and squirmed desperately until she managed to roll onto her back. But she too realized that this was a costly mistake, having opened up more of her ticklish spots to Chandler. Rachel tried to quickly roll back to her stomach, but Chandler caught her and rolled her back so she was facing up. He put one hand on her wrists to help pin her and then used his free hand to pull her nightgown up and expose her tanned, toned tummy.
Rachel looked up at Chandler with a wide, anxious look. She couldn’t help but giggle at her silly predicament as she begged him, “Chandler, don’t! Come on. Me and you have had a lot of fun lately. Let’s work something out.” Chandler just smiled and started giving her a five-finger tummy attack. Rachel jumped and shrieked. Her laughter filled the room as she twisted and convulsed under Chandler’s control. He ran his fingers down her gorgeous sides, across her lower torso right at the panty line, and occasionally slipped down into her adorable little bellybutton. Rachel cackled like mad as her abs were squeezed and massaged to terrible effect. The fingers grazing her sensitive tummy made her want to crawl out of her skin.
All her writhing and twisting made Rachel’s breasts start to shake loose from the low-cut V in her nightgown. Soon, Rachel’s small, perky breasts had spilled out of the nightgown’s front and worked the silky fabric to the sides. Her tan tits and smooth, pink nipples were fully on display as Rachel screamed laughter. Chandler watched her glorious boobs jiggle and vibrate as he squeezed her tender sides and rubbed a finger around the rim of her bellybutton, sometimes dipping it down and playfully wiggling it inside.
Rachel didn’t say anything about her breasts being out, although she could barely talk as it was so maybe she just didn’t have the ability. The hottie just kept laughing and squirming around under Chandler as he tickled her exposed flanks, her toned abdominals, and her defenseless little bellybutton. Tears began to form in the corners of Rachel’s eyes as she couldn’t cope with the menacing fingers stroking her sensitive stomach. Her laughter was growing raspy and panicky as it poured out of her.
Rachel: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Chandler, stop! HAHAHAHAHA!! I need a break!”
Chandler got off of her and went to his girlfriend, who was scowling at him. Monica said curtly, “Did you get a good look?” Chandler knew she was peeved about Phoebe and Rachel’s boobs slipping out of their shirts, but he couldn’t help that. It just sort of happened. He knew no amount of talking would extinguish Monica’s jealous flame right now, so he decided to jump right into tickling.
As he straddled her, Chandler could tell Monica was pissed. But as his fingers started to creep closer and closer to her bare, vulnerable hollows, Monica’s grumpy demeanor reluctantly shifted to a forced smirk and then a smile. She closed her eyes and tried to prepare for hell. Chandler’s fingertips made contact with her lower armpits and the brunette beauty immediately screamed shrilly. Monica melted into laughter as her boyfriend’s fingers worked their way up deep into her underarms.
Monica shook her head and shouted at Chandler, but nothing stopped his hands from exploring her silky, flawless hollows. She screamed and bounced him and pounded the mattress with her tied hands. But nothing eased the horrible feeling of having her sensitive pits invaded and stroked. Monica yelled, “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GET OUT OF THERE!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOT IN MY ARMPITS!!”
Chandler could feel how hard Monica was struggling underneath him. He really had her pinned this time. The sound of his stubborn girlfriend being forced to laugh and scream desperately was making his dick rock hard. He playfully commented, “You should probably calm down, Honey. You wouldn’t want anything to slip out, would you?” Chandler knew that little quip was sure to piss Monica off even more, but what the hell?
Monica: “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! CHANDLER, DON’T YOU DARE MAKE ME DO THAT!! HAHAHAHAHA!! MY BOOBS ARE NOT COMING OUT HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! FROM YOU TICKLING ME!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! THAT’S SO EMBARRASSING!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! ESPECIALLY IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS!!”
But like it or not, the struggling and chaotic squirming were causing Monica’s nightgown to shift around. As she craned her head up in wild laughter, her boobs were becoming more and more visible at the top of her nightgown. Soon, a hint of her dark pink areoles was showing, despite her best efforts to stay still. Chandler kept working his fingers around her warm, soft underarms and said to her, “You know, if they fall out, they fall out. You shouldn’t fight it. I for one wouldn’t mind seeing them.
Monica growled and scoffed angrily between fits of manic laughter. But despite her wishes, Monica’s lovely, perky breasts edged their way out of her nightgown. Monica gave a loud, “UGH!!” as she felt them slip out. Her small, pink nipples and pale mounds were now on full display as she was still being tickled and laughing like a wimp.
Monica only for more frustrated as the merciless tickling continued. Chandler moved back to the floor and started randomly giving their soles some tickling attention once again. The three women laughed in unison as unseen fingers stroked their soles sporadically. Chandler was jumping around, usually tickling two of the lovely ladies at once. This was very intense for their first official tickling session where they were tied up. And they were willing to do something to make it stop.
While it was Phoebe and Rachel’s turn being tickled together, Monica managed to blurt out, “Chandler, you can have a footjob if you stop!” This got his attention. He ceased tickling the women and let them lay there catching their breath. Monica felt she had to quickly follow up by saying, “I’ll let you pick who you want a footjob from. Just stop and let us go. I know you’ve had fun, but we need a break, Babe.”
Monica whispered to Phoebe and Rachel that she would owe them big time if they were willing to back up her offer. Not that they needed much convincing to get on board with the plan. They didn’t want to be tied up and tickled anymore than Monica at this point.
Chandler agreed and began untying the girls. They fixed their outfits and were pleased to be finally be free. Chandler stood up and thought about his choice, carefully considering the options before him. After a few moments of debating it while the women sat and smiled up at him, Monica finally asked, “So Honey, have you decided yet?”
Chandler: “Um...Rachel? Is...is that okay?”
Rachel raised her eyebrows and laughed a little. In her mind, she knew Chandler wouldn’t be able to resist her perfect feet. Not after the way she made him blow his load last time. Rachel was secretly pleased that Chandler had chosen her out of the group.
Monica felt a flare of jealousy rise up in her, but she quickly subdued it and put a smile on her face. She stood and walked over to Chandler. Monica decided to just embrace the situation and blow Chandler’s mind. With everything that had been going on, this whole situation was already crazy enough. Plus, she reminded herself that she just gave Rachel permission to please Chandler a couple weeks ago. Monica affectionately cozied up to him and instructed him to lie on the bed.
Chandler did as instructed and laid down. Monica knew this sudden surprise ending was going to be a little awkward for everyone since they were all together. But the wine helped. Monica decided to take charge and guide the activities. She knelt on the bed by Chandler and started undoing his pants, pulling them down around his knees. Chandler was already decently hard and his penis sprung up as it was freed. Monica smirked at him and began rubbing his member. She didn’t say anything, but her look conveyed, “Of course you’re excited for another footjob from Rachel.”
Rachel was already sitting on the bed. Monica pumped some lotion into her hands from her bedside table to use on Chandler and then passed the bottle to Rachel so she could apply it to her feet. Once her feet were creamy and glistening with lotion, Rachel wrapped them around the base of Chandler’s shaft. He moaned with excitement at the feeling, but decided to keep his pleasure under wraps in front of Monica at least.
Monica and Phoebe sat near Chandler on the bed as Rachel started moving her feet slowly. It was undeniable that the whole situation was a little strange. So Monica tried to break the tension by leaning down and whispering to her boyfriend, “Hey Babe...Rachel’s feet look so cute. And I bet they feel really good, don’t they? I hope you LOVE your reward for getting us jobs.”
Monica was pleasantly surprised when Chandler turned and kissed her passionately. She loved the affection and knew this was all turning her boyfriend on so incredibly much. His obvious excitement was making her want to get into the moment more. Monica looked lustfully down at Chandler’s cock being rubbed by Rachel’s pristine feet. She started rubbing the upper half of Chandler’s shaft and his tip in sync with Rachel’s pumping motion. Monica felt Chandler tense and pulse with pleasure in her hand.
She loved seeing Chandler happy. Next, Monica decided to climb on top of his chest so that she was facing toward Rachel. She playfully arched her back and popped her curvy bottom back toward Chandler’s face. Her black thong was nestled between her plump cheeks and visible through the bottom portion of her nightgown. Monica reached down and folded the bottom of her nightgown up so that it didn’t obscure her butt at all. Her milky ass cheeks framed by a skimpy thong were right in front of Chandler’s face on his chest. She called back in her sexiest voice, “Like what you see?”
Chandler groaned and eagerly said he did as he squeezed and fondled her luscious ass. Monica took it a step further and curled her legs back around to the sides of him so that she could rub her bare, size 7 soles against the sides of his face. Chandler moaned even harder and turned his head both ways to smooch them. Monica giggled at his noticeable pleasure and kept rubbing his shaft while Rachel teased his ballsack with her skilled toes.
Phoebe was content sitting off to the side watching with a slight smile. She didn’t want to overstep and get involved. But then Monica looked back and nodded down toward Chandler’s face as he was smooching her feet. Phoebe looked like she acknowledged what Monica was conveying. Then Monica told Chandler, “Hey Honey, I know you’re loving this, but I was thinking... maybe we could get Phoebe involved too?”
Without missing a beat, Phoebe scooted over and lowered her big, size 9.5 soles down over Chandler’s face. He moaned in ecstasy as Phoebe’s long soles completely covered his eyes, nose, and lips. Monica asked him, “There. Is that better, Honey? Are you going to show us how much you love your reward?”
Chandler’s muffled moans could be heard answering her. Monica let go of his shaft and let Rachel take back over pumping her feet up and down it. Her wrinkly arches hugging the sides of it slid effortlessly up and down the thick shaft. Monica felt a twinge of jealousy having a front row seat to her best friend jerking off Chandler with her pretty feet. But she was also getting turned on by it. Monica couldn’t help herself when she saw Rachel edge a juicy drop of precum up out of the tip of Chandler’s penis. Then Rachel used her skilled toes to gently smear the gooey droplet around on the bulging head using her big toe and second toe. Monica tried to hide her weird feelings as she groped her own breast firmly in a primal response. She felt her own nipple was hard just from watching.
Rachel moved her toes up so that she could caress and stroke the head of Chandler’s penis with them. The shaft pulsed powerfully in response as he groaned under Phoebe’s feet. Phoebe laughed and commented, “He must like that. I feel a lot of noise on the bottoms of my feet.” Rachel knew her the lollipop tips of her well-developed toes drove Chandler crazy when she rolled them around on his super-sensitive tip.
Rachel curled one set of toes to steady the back side of Chandler’s penis. And then she used her other foot to ever-so-teasingly scrunch and stroke her feminine toes along the underside of Chandler’s mushroom tip. The swollen tip was stretched to the max as she rubbed her soft toe tips gently and sensually along the bottom of it, as if she was coaxing a volcano to erupt. The veins in Chandler’s shaft swelled and his balls tensed as he neared a climax.
Rachel: “Mr. Bing...are you okay? Or are my little toes absolutely driving you wild? Is it unbearable when I scrunch them underneath your tip like this? Can you feel them all working to stroke you? Don’t they feel soft?”
Monica: “Oh man, he looks like he’s about to finish.”
Phoebe: “Chandler, it’s hard to hear you all smothered under my big feet. Why don’t you just keep smelling and feeling them cover your face while you finish for Rachel? Okay?”
As Chandler tensed hard, Rachel knew he was about to blow it. She moved her feet so that they hugged the sides of his shaft. Then she curled her toes over the head of his dick so she had as many of them smothering his tip as she could. Her toes held the tip of his cock in a firm scrunch as they wiggled ever so slightly. The sensation of so many of Rachel’s toes piling over his tip as he was starting to climax sent Chandler straight to heaven.
He came buckets. Chandler’s tip spurted powerful lobs of cum up and onto Rachel’s toes. Her tan tootsies were soon coated in white goo as she giggled confidently at the spectacle. Monica felt a strange, animalistic sensation deep within her as she watched Rachel jerk off her boyfriend with only her feet. Phoebe laughed and told Chandler to keep smelling her feet. He nodded obediently and took deep inhales of her soles as he continued to cum hard. The mess ran into every crevice and gap between Rachel’s toes. As more and more hurried to get out of his balls, it rolled down Rachel’s soles and left her dripping with his load.
After an affectionate and reassuring goodnight, Rachel and Phoebe left the couple alone in Monica’s room. They talked for a while, but Monica seemed insatiable as they made out. Even after Chandler had gone down on Monica and made her climax intensely, she still wanted him. Later that night, Monica snuck out and gently woke Phoebe from the couch. The two women giggled a little and talked in hushed whispers in the living room. Then Monica brought her into the bedroom quietly and had her smother Chandler’s face with her feet again. As Chandler licked and smelled Phoebe’s soles once more, Monica pounced on her boyfriend with a burning desire in her pussy. Monica got on top of Chandler and rode him to an extremely powerful climax. Monica had to cover her own mouth to keep from screaming as she rode her Earth-shattering orgasm to completion while her boyfriend smelled her friend’s big feet.
Chandler’s secret was out and now that his world had been turned upside down, who knew what would be in store for him with Monica and her two best friends.
THE END
This fictional Chandler is a very lucky guy. 
