Friends – Alternate Reality Ch. 11 – Celebrities & Fan Fiction – Erotic Story

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In the morning, the challenge of having three Adult couples distribute one bathroom became evident. The group settled on doing it one couple at a time, instead of one person at a time. This forced Ross and Rachel into a new degree of intimacy. They figured it was just as well, and inevitable if their relationship was to go long-term, as it seemed destined to do.

Rachel discretely polled the other three women in the house, who all stated that no one had heard anything coming from Rachel’s room. In return, Rachel confided to each of them that she and Ross had in fact made Love.

The wedding highlighted what a handsome and natural couple Ross and Rachel were. Ross gamely endured incessant remarks about the prospects for a marriage between he and Rachel, when a proposal might be expected, honeymoon options, recommended caterers, and would they be having children?

Rachel had been overly competitive all her life. When the time came for her cousin to toss the bouquet, Rachel’s blood came up. Rachel was in no hurry to get married, or even engaged, but she fought for that bouquet more fiercely than was appropriate. She won, and sashayed over to Ross, swinging her hips and taunting him by waving the bouquet. Ross needed to hide the fact that he was ready to marry Rachel that very moment. He tried to play it cool by looking nonplused.

Rachel shocked herself a bit by fighting for and winning the bouquet, and with the over-the-top victory dance. Although it was all a silly show, and part of the festivities, having presented herself as an willing bridal prospect forced her to confront the inevitable. Anyone who saw the way Ross looked at her knew that he wanted her. Rachel suddenly realized that, at a subconscious level, she had already decided that she would marry Ross Geller one day.

Rachel paraded Ross among the guests, introducing him to a bewildering array of family and friends. They danced. The wedding venue had an expansive view, and the couple found themselves admiring it together, and conspicuously alone. Rachel screwed up her courage. She turned to Ross, wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed him, and asked, softly, “Ross, what are you feeling…about us?”

“I Love you.” Ross said it without hesitation or reservation, as she knew he would.

“I Love you, too.” They kissed and embraced so passionately that more than one observer delivered the tired “Get a room!” wisecrack.

Ross was over the moon. Not only had Rachel uttered those momentous words, but he had, against all odds, held back on saying it himself until exactly the right moment. It was all he could do not to get down on one knee. He knew that that would be the next test of his impulse control. Ross was dragged through the remainder of the weekend with a silly, addled look on his face.

That night, Rachel got the drop on Ross by giving her surprise first. When Ross returned to her room from the bathroom, he entered to see Rachel wearing the sexiest outfit this sexy woman had ever worn. Ross stripped her joyfully, and humped her happily. The canopy bed rattled and shook ominously. Rachel cheered him on, “Professor Geller! Professor Geller! You’re my favorite teacher!” Ross’s eyes bugged out while he frantically blasted her with semen. Rachel sang, “Two, four, six, eight, you taught me how to copulate!” At long last, Ross Geller had made it with a real, live cheerleader.

Ross and Rachel were both so tired from the wedding, and the lovemaking, that they went to sleep without Ross having given his special surprise. In the morning, he faced his last chance to do it, and he was determined to make it happen. He and Rachel maneuvered around each other in the bathroom to get themselves ready for the day. When they returned to Rachel’s room, in bathrobes, Ross said, “Rachel, there is something special I want to do. You may think it a little too kinky, though.”

Rachel asked, suspiciously, “What is it?”

“It’s just normal lovemaking, in this room.”

“I’m up for it, then. Proceed.”

They disrobed. Ross deftly picked Rachel up and carried her to the corner of the room where her huge collection of stuffed animals was piled up against the walls. The pile was about four feet high. Ross lay the uncertain Rachel on the pile. When she realized what he was up to, she said, “Oh, no, Ross, I couldn’t!”

“I could.” He bent down to kiss her. He held her by the shoulders to discourage her from fleeing and moved to mount her.

She said, “No, Ross, we’ll ruin them. I can’t do this!”

“I Love you, Rachel.”

She was defeated. She said, in concession, “I Love you, Ross” and lay back on her childhood treasures to perform a very Adult act. Ross watched her on top of the comical, pillowy creatures as he made Love to her. He embraced her, rolling them about on the pile and feeling the varied textures and shapes beneath them. Every movement, every jab of his hips against hers, worked her deeper into the pile. Ross was half-mad with passion. He set himself the goal of driving Rachel through the stuffed creatures and to the floor. He climaxed before he reached that goal. He came with short thrusts.

When finished, he stood, nude, and raised his arms in triumph, “Yes! Yes! Rachel, you will never look at those stuffed animals the same way again!” Rachel nodded in weary acknowledgement. She was more concerned about getting out of the pile without spilling any Sex fluids onto her teddy bears. Her body had pushed a crater into the pile that she could not get out of on her own. She held out a hand, and Ross hauled her out. Stuffed animals were scattered all over that part of the room, and a couple even adhered briefly to her moist skin.

She covered her Pussy with one hand to contain any leakage, and made for the wipes. It was by now part of their routine that she handed two wipes to Ross. After getting cleaned up and dressed, Rachel fussed over her stuffed animals. She fluffed them up, repositioned them, and apologized to them, out loud, for the trauma they had experienced.

Ross watched her with satisfaction, and said, “Maybe we should bring in a stuffed psychiatrist to counsel them so they don’t get PTSD.”

Rachel said, with mock indignation, “Damn you Ross! You’re insulting both my animals and everyone with PTSD.”

Ross said, “It was my pleasure to defile them.”

One attribute that Ross had all the time been short of was self-confidence. He was, if not shy, then at least retiring. Rachel proved herself a very capable amateur psychiatrist. For ten years, her Love was the thing in the world he had most wanted. Now, he had it. Rachel had convinced him of that. He had the confidence to please himself, and accept pleasure from others.

In the days following the family wedding, Ross developed a particular hankering, and resolved to satisfy that hunger decisively. He let himself in to Rachel and Monica’s apartment before either of them got home from work. He prepared Rachel’s room for another Anal rape. Knowing that Rachel would be alert to the possibility, Ross stacked the deck in his favor.

Rachel got home to discover Ross in the kitchen to greet her with flowers. They greeted one another with a kiss. Rachel asked, “What’s the special occasion?”

“I just wanted to tell you I Love you.”

“I Love you.” Another kiss. “Let me change real quick, and I’ll be out in a jiffy.” Ross watched Rachel disappear into her room. The moment she closed the door behind her, Ross stripped nude, oiled his cock, and went to the bedroom door. He put his ear to the door, but the sounds were too indistinct to give him a picture of what was happening. Ross needed to surprise Rachel while she was nude, or nearly so.

He carefully turned the doorknob and pushed the door open a crack. Rachel was on the far side of the room, with her back to him. She was in bra and panties, and appeared to be preparing to put on sweats. Seeing his opportunity, Ross charged into the room, ran across the bed, and seized Rachel from behind. Laughing maniacally, he wrestled her onto her bed.

She struggled, saying, “Oh, no you don’t, Ross Geller.”

Ross had to use both hands to unclasp her bra. Once the bra fell away, however, he had no hold on her and she bolted through the open door and ran, laughing, into the living room. Ross chased her like a medieval knight, with his lance to the fore. He caught the fleeing damsel by one arm and stopped her progress. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her securely. Their bodies came in contact in various tantalizing methods.

Ross menaced, “I’m gonna do this!”

Rachel said, “I know your kryptonite!” She tickled his sides. He laughed convulsively. He instinctively drew his arms back when tickled. Laughing triumphantly, she tried to escape by climbing over the couch. He grabbed her feet and pulled her back toward him. Ross got one hand on the waist of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. She squealed. The panties restrained her legs, so she kicked them off entirely. Ross used that time to pull her to the floor.

There was a sheep’s fleece rug on the floor that he intended to do her on. His superior size and strength began to tell, and he pinned her on her belly to the fleece. He rose up enough to get his erect cock into her butt crack. Once there, she froze and said, hurriedly, “Okay, okay, okay, you got me. You got me. I won’t struggle, all right? Just don’t hurt me, and you can do whatever you want. Deal?”

“Deal!” Ross released her. She arranged herself for maximum comfort on the thick, soft fleece. Ross prompted her to spread her legs a little, and he climbed over her. She presented her Ass slightly upward to give him access. Ross carefully inserted the head of his cock in her anus. He asked, “Ready?”

She replied, “Okay, do it.”

Ross pushed his dick into her Ass decisively. She squealed and groaned with the strain. Rachel gripped the fleece tightly with both hands. She looked forward, with her chin on the fleece. Rachel gritted her teeth and made guttural sounds as he forced himself on her. A few sharp stabs landed his cock fully inside her. He immediately began pumping his hips. Rachel desperately hung on during the assault. The strain on her tissues was nearly unbearable, and that was reflected on her face. She was barely able to restrain a scream that would likely have stimulated the neighbors to call the police.

Just then, Monica entered the apartment with bags of groceries. She stopped in the doorway, mouth agape, staring into Rachel’s tortured face. Her brother was on top of her, pounding her in the Ass remorselessly. Monica quickly recovered sufficiently to close the front door. Ross was aware of his Sister‘s entrance, but he was too invested in raping Rachel to react. If anything, knowing there was an audience propelled him to new heights.

Rachel looked at Monica, her vision blurred by the jerking motion that Ross was imparting to her body. Rachel continued to grunt and moan. Ross yelled. The pace he was maintaining stretched his athletic ability. Monica hurriedly put the groceries on the kitchen counter. Before she could plot a course to her room that would not take her near the couple on the floor, Ross shouted in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. It was obvious that Ross was administering a large, liquid suppository.

When Ross finished, he collapsed atop Rachel, who whimpered until Ross gathered himself sufficiently to extract his dick from her Ass. Ross rolled onto his back, fighting for breath and sweating profusely. Monica couldn’t withstand the urge to assist Rachel. Monica arrived with towels. She lay a large towel over Rachel’s body for modesty, and wiped Rachel’s face and neck with a damp washcloth. Ross sat up and crawled into Rachel’s room, shutting the door behind him.

Monica said, “Are you all right, honey? Are you going to be okay?”

Rachel nodded wearily, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Monica empathized with her roommate, “Rachel, I don’t know what to do here. Should I call somebody? An ambulance? The police?”

Rachel mustered the strength to perform a pushup and get onto her hands and knees, “Oh, God, no, Monica! This was lovemaking. I’m fine. Your brother did a great job, once again.” Monica helped Rachel to her feet, wrapped her in a towel, and helped her to the bathroom. While Rachel took a thorough Shower, Monica went to Rachel’s door and called, “Ross? Ross, Rachel is taking a Shower. Are you okay, Ross?” The door opened, and Ross stepped out meekly. He had dressed. He avoided Monica’s eye, and flopped down on the couch. He bent his head back, over the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling.

Monica said, “Ross, what happened?”

He sat up normally, sighed, and said, “I’m sorry you had to see that. It’s not what you probably think. It’s sort of a role-playing game for us.”

Monica nodded, “Rachel told me, more or less. She says she’s fine. She’s not upset with you or anything.”

Ross looked Monica in the eye for the first time, “Well, she shouldn’t be! It was all her idea, and she enticed me into doing it.” He laughed, and said, “She’s a vixen.”

Now that Ross was handling the situation better, Monica leaned toward him, and half-whispered, “So what I saw was Anal?” Ross nodded. “What’s it like?”

Ross said, “Wow! We’ve always shared everything, Monica, but this may cross a boundary. Anal is not about Sex, it’s about control. Rachel is teaching me to stand up for myself.”

Monica said, “Wow! So, was that consensual?”

Ross knit his brow, “That is an interesting legal question. I think, in a court of law, I would not be found guilty of rape. And here she is….”

Rachel entered the room wearing a robe and wrapping her hair in a towel. She looked perfectly typical. She sat next to Ross, bending her knees to bring her legs up onto the couch. She kissed him on the cheek, and put her hand to his cheek, “Thank you for that. How are you, dear?”

Ross said, “I’m still wrapping my mind around what we did, what I’m capable of.”

Rachel grinned and addressed Ross, “We didn’t do anything. You did it to me.” She turned to Monica, “It’s all in good fun, Mon. We’re doing great.” Ross gave Monica a silly, innocent look.

Monica asked, “Rachel, did that hurt?”

Rachel advised, “Are you sure you want to see how the sausage is made, Monica?” Monica raised her eyebrows and gave an enthusiastic nod. “Well, it hurts a little. This is only our second time, mind you.”

Monica asked, “Why so rough?”

Rachel said, “It gives Ross a chance to work out his frustrations, and impose his will on someone without consequences. It’s a service I am happy to provide.” She kissed Ross on the cheek again.

He patted her knee, saying, “I’m glad to hear it. So, you’re fine?” Rachel nodded. “And we’re fine?” Rachel smiled and kissed him on the lips. As Ross rose to leave, he said, “My work here is done.” He turned to kiss Rachel, “Thank you, Miss!” He left.

Monica said, “Okay, it’s just us girls, now, Rachel. What’s up?”

“Every word I said is true, Monica. I can’t say I enjoy Anal, but I think Ross needs a piece of our lives that is only his, you know?”

Monica was skeptical, “More like he needs a piece of your Ass that’s only his! Oh, by the way, you’re going to have that sheepskin cleaned, right?”

Rachel said, “Good night!”

Before Rachel fell asleep, she received a call from Ross, who said, “I’m home. I want to check that you are all right, and okay with what I did tonight.”

Rachel was whimsical, “I should probably try to leverage this into some sort of relationship power play, but I’m great. I approve of what you did. I told Monica that it was really role-playing, Ross. I get to play the vulnerable damsel in distress, and you get to play the lusty warrior claiming the spoils of war. It’s good fun, Ross!”

Ross was relieved, “It was pretty dark, but I had fun, too. I Love you so much, Rachel.”

“I Love you, too. Good night.”

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