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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} DISH [3/?]: THANKSGIVING DINNER {Hungry Guy} (MF F/M WM WF Fdom Msub Mpov reluc? oral anal}
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{ASS} DISH [3/?]: THANKSGIVING DINNER {Hungry Guy} (MF F/M WM WF Fdom Msub Mpov 
reluc? oral anal} 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org)

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this story are 
real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is nothing more than 
words that came from my imagination.  Any similarity to any real people, 
places, or events is purely coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my 
permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given 
to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org) as the 
author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos.  Even 
beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that 
may be flagged by your spell checker.  Thanks.

All my stories can be found on:  http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HungryGuy/www.

    ###

    Late Thursday evening, Ken and Brenda entered the hotel where _DiSH_ were 
holding their annual Thanksgiving dinner and dance.  Holding hands, they walked 
through the lobby to one of the banquet halls that the group had reserved.  Ken 
was glad that Thanksgiving dinner was casual, and he was wearing comfortable 
jeans and a pullover shirt.  Brenda was similarly clad in jeans and a loose 
blouse.

    Entering the hall laid out with large tables and ample seating and a buffet 
table at one end, Brenda led them to a table with some people they both knew as 
friends from the group.  They said their "hello's" all around and made light 
conversation as the room slowly filled.

    Shortly after everyone arrived, the caterer uncovered the food and posted a 
server at the carvery station.  Then he called out each table, one by one, up 
to the buffet line.  When their table was called, Ken and Brenda walked up to 
the line, still hand-in-hand. 

    A little later, they had returned to their table with plates full of 
turkey, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, and other Thanksgiving cuisine.  The 
deejay had begun to play music while people ate their dinners.  A host had just 
refilled their glasses when Brenda said to Ken, "Excuse me, love, I need to go 
to the ladies' room for a minute."

    "Come right back, love," Ken said to her. 

    Ken had taken a sip of his tea when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

    He pushed his chair out and turned slightly.  His jaw dropped upon seeing 
Jenna in ultra-tight jeans and a very narrow black tube top.  It took a moment 
for him to get the words, "Hi, Jenna," out.

    Jenna turned, sat in his lap, put her arm around him and said, "Hi lover.  
You've been ignoring me at the _DiSH_ meetings again." 

    Ken could feel the eyes of the others at the table on him.  "Jenna, please!  
I'm here with someone else."

    "Yeah, and I bet she never sits on your face, does she?"

    "Huh?"

    "And I bet she doesn't swallow, either!"

    "What?"

    "C'mon, does she swallow?  You can tell me." 

    "I can't tell you that about my girlfriend!  Please get off my lap.  Brenda 
will be back any second!"

    "Not until you give your main squeeze a kiss!"

    "Ken!  You bastard!" he heard from across the room as Brenda ran toward the 
table in a rage. 

    Ken tried to stand, but Jenna held on to him and hooked her heels under the 
chair.  

    "Brenda!" Ken called out.  "It's not what it looks like!"

    Brenda stood there for a second, then turned and stormed out of the hall in 
tears. 

    "Don't worry, lover," Jenna whispered, "you'll feel a lot better very soon.  
I promise!"

    "But Jenna..."

    "Shhh," Jenna whispered.  Then she pinched his jaw open with her free hand 
and planted her open mouth on his.  Frozen in indecision, Ken submitted to her 
tongue probing his mouth.  

    A moment later, Jenna whispered, "Let's dance."

    Ken could feel the icy glares of the other women and wanted so bad to just 
get away from the table that he said, "Okay."

    Jenna stood and grabbed Ken's hand and led him through the room to the 
dance floor where a handful of people had started to dance.  

    "C'mon, Jenna, let go!  I gotta go after Brenda!" he urged.

    Jenna just threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body tightly to 
his as she began to sway to the music.

    Ken immediately got a hard-on, after all, this _was_ Jenna -- the girl who 
gives every guy in the room a hard-on just by being in view. 

    "Ohh," Jenna crooned pressing her pelvis against his even tighter, 
squeezing his hard-on between their bodies, "you _are_ hot for me!"

    Ken hated that his body was reacting like this.  He knew that he should be 
chasing after Brenda, but his mind was in a state of total panic that he 
couldn't decide what to do, so he just closed his eyes and stood there swaying 
to the music while Jenna wrapped herself around him.  

    They just danced like that for the next two songs.  Only then did Ken 
finally open his eyes.  He didn't like what he saw.  All the women who caught 
his eye glared at him in incomparable fury, while all the men gave him a 
secretive wink or thumbs-up.

    _I'm totally screwed with Brenda,_ was his only thought, _Hell, I'm screwed 
with every woman at DiSH from now on!_ 

    The song ended and Jenna took his hands in hers' and whispered, "Lets go 
for a walk."

    Ken shrugged and let Jenna lead him away.  She led him out to the lobby and 
down a hallway lined with hotel rooms.

    "Where are we going, Jenna?" he asked.

    "You'll see."

    Jenna reached into her purse with her free hand, removed a key, and 
examined the number tag attached to it.  She led him through another door into 
a stairwell and upstairs into another hallway.  Then she led him down the long 
hallway through a door and down another long hallway.  She finally stopped in 
front of a door, inserted the key, and opened the door.

    Pulling him into the room, she closed the door and turned the lock.  

    "Now what?" Ken asked, knowing how stupid that question sounded after he 
asked it. 

    Jenna pulled her tube top off and dropped her jeans to the floor.  Standing 
there completely naked, she answered, "I think you _know_ what, lover!" 

    She pulled his shirt over his head and then pulled his jeans and shorts 
down to his ankles.

    He completed the procedure by kicking his shoes off and kicking his jeans 
from his ankles.

    Jenna then threw herself on him, causing him to fall on his back onto of 
the two large beds, with Jenna landing on top of him with a _smack!_ 

    She planted another kiss and they wrestled tongues for a while until Jenna 
crawled up his body and pressed one of her nipples to his lips.  He obliged, 
sucking it hard for several minutes.  Then she pulled away and pressed the 
other nipple to his mouth whence he repeated his deed. 

    Jenna sat up and crawled around on him, placing his head between her thighs 
as she plunged his rock-hard cock into her mouth.  She immediately began 
sucking on it.  In and out and in and out she slid her mouth on it as she 
sucked hard.  He exploded almost immediately in a wave of ecstasy, pumping her 
mouth full of wad after wad.  She stopped sliding it when he shot his first wad 
into her mouth, but plunged it and held it deep into her mouth and kept the 
hard suction all through his powerful orgasm.  

    "Wow, Jenna!  You're fantastic!" he admitted.

    Still lying on top of him kneading his soft cock in her hands, she paused 
to swallow and answered, "Yeah.  I know."

    Jenna then sat up on his face and announced, "My turn!"

    Like last time, Jenna had sat up with her ass and cunt covering his face 
and mouth and placed her legs on his chest stroking his cock with her heels.

    "C'mon, boy," she ordered.  "It's my turn.  Get to work!"

    Ken remembered from last time that his lungs would be screaming for air in 
a few seconds, and that she wasn't going to move off his face until she came.  
Despite the sensation of his head being crushed by a padded anvil as she sat on 
his face under her full weight, he began licking her clit that was conveniently 
pressing down right over his mouth.   He started swirling her clit with his 
tongue, then pushing his tongue gently into her urethra just behind her clit.  
He licked around her clit, flicking it, and then over her urethra as he could 
feel the tension build in her.  He was growing tired, being unable to breathe.

    "Don't slow down, boy!" she commanded in a bit of déjà vu.  "Hold your 
breath for me!  I ain't getting off you until I come!"

    Ken continued working her clit and urethra until she finally exploded, 
bouncing and quaking on his face.  He continued sucking while she came until 
she fell forward on him once again and sighed, "Man, you're good too!"

    Ken lay there panting, staring up at the ceiling through her ass-crack to 
see the smoke detector blinking its alertness. 

    Ken felt her reach over to her purse and pull something out of it.  Then he 
heard her rip paper open then he felt her slip a rubber onto his, once again, 
hard shaft with her deft hands.  Then she sat up, spun her body around, and 
squatted over him. 

    She lowered her dripping pussy onto his hard cock and began squeezing and 
milking it with her pussy muscles.  

    Ken immediately began thrusting into her, lifting her body off the bed with 
each powerful thrust until he came, once again, in a wave of ecstasy.

    "Now answer my questions, my hot buck!" she demanded.

    "What questions?" Ken asked as she sat on him with his limp dick still 
insider her.

    "I bet Brenda she doesn't swallow, does she?  Or sit on your face?"

    "Well," Ken hesitated, "she swallowed the first time, but then..." he 
stopped.

    "Then what?" she asked.

    "After that, she never swallowed.  She's always telling me how she's always 
horny, and can't get enough, and knows all these positions like sitting on my 
face, but..."

    "But what?" she persisted.

    "But after that first time, all she does is lay on her back like a sack of 
potatoes while I eat her then fuck her.  She, like, always expects me to eat 
her and make her come before I fuck her.  But she refuses to suck my dick at 
all, never mind swallowing!" 

    "She never does?"

    "Well, once or twice in the beginning of the relationship, I begged her 
to," Ken explained, "but she just sucked me hard then stopped just before I 
came.  "

    "How cruel!"

    "She said she didn't want me to waste it, and to stick it in her pussy!"  

    "Oh, that's not so bad, then," Jenna said.

    "But I was so frustrated that I lost my hard-on and I couldn't even fuck 
her."

    "Jeez, some of us women can be really stupid in bed, sometimes."

    "Yeah, that was so frustrating.  It was worse than having no sex at all!"

    "Well, never fear -- Jenna's here!" 

    She sat there on him for a minute before speaking again, "You want to cum 
again?"

    "I'd love to cum again.  But I'm not sure if I can right away."

    "I'm sure you can.  You just have to do something special for me first."

    "Sure Jenna, what?"

    "Lick my asshole."

    "What?"

    She rolled off him and lay next to him on her chest.  "Lick my asshole.  
Get it good and wet, and you'll be coming for your third time very soon!"  

    Ken crawled around and put her face to her ass.  He spread her ass cheeks 
with his hands and hesitated as he moved his lips to her balloon knot. 

    "C'mon lover!  Don't let me down!"

    Taking a breath, he opened his mouth and pressed his lips to her leather 
donut.  Although the skin immediately surrounding her anus was stained dark 
brown, it didn't taste as shitty as he had expected as he began licking it.  He 
licked over and around it for a while and then took the plunge.  He pressed his 
tongue into it slightly causing her to let out a gasp.  

    Continuing, he licked over it more and then pressed his tongue deep into 
it. 

    "Oh my God!" she screamed.  "That feels so good!"

    He began fucking her anus with vigor with his tongue as she moaned and 
screamed in ecstasy.

    After a while she finally relented and said, "Are you ready, lover?"

    "Sure," he answered.

    "Then lay on your back and get ready for ecstasy."

    He did as instructed and she squatted over his, again, hard cock.

    At first, she sat on it causing it to bend under her.  Then she lifted and 
sat again.  He felt his dick slide slightly into her asshole, but it was so 
tight it wouldn't go any deeper.  Jenna sighed and bore down again, ever so 
slowly.  This time, his cock slipped fully into her asshole as she settled onto 
his lap, causing him to yell in ecstasy from the utter tightness around his 
cock.  He came into her rectum a moment later as her sphincter muscles squeezed 
his cock with unimaginable strength.  He pumped wad after wad unto her ass as 
she milked his cock with her sphincter.

    Then, as he lay there in exhaustion, she fell back onto him, his limp cock 
stretched by the tight grip of her sphincter on it. 

    "So, was eating my asshole worth it, lover?" she asked.

    "Oh yes!" he answered.  "But I thought women didn't like it in the ass.  
Brenda once told me, 'Don't even think of asking me to take it up my ass," even 
though I never mentioned it to her."

    "Not all women like the same things, lover," she answered.

    Jenna then rolled over to face him, finally popping his cock out of her 
asshole, and said, "You'll forgive me if I don't kiss you, lover?" 

    "I'll live," he answered.

    Jenna then rested her chin on his shoulder and lay there silently.  

    Ken lay there under her as he stroked her back gently with his fingers 
until he heard her snoring softly. 

    Ken woke to the morning sun peeking through the window into his eyes as 
Jenna lay on top of him still sleeping soundly.

    His stirring must have wakened Jenna for she squirmed on top of him and 
opened her eyes.

    "Good morning, lover," she asked.  "Sleep well?"

    "Yeah, actually I did," he answered.

    Jenna stretched while lying on top of him and said, "Holy shit, look at the 
time."

    Looking at the clock by the bed, Ken saw that it was almost 11:00.

    They got out of bed and dressed, they found their way back out to the 
parking lot.

    As they walked to their cars, Ken sheepishly spoke, "Jenna, uhm, I guess I 
shouldn't ask for your number again?"

    She gave him a quick kiss and said, "I guess you shouldn't," before jumping 
into her car and driving off.

    Once again, Ken found himself driving home alone after a sizzling encounter 
with Jenna.  _But what about Brenda?_ he wondered.

    - TO BE CONTINUED... -

PEVIEW OF "DISH [4/?]: HOLIDAY PARTY": 

Ken noticed the women all glowering at him and Jenna, but this time he didn't 
care.  Even though Jenna had ruined his relationship with Brenda at the 
Thanksgiving dinner, she made up for it in so many other ways, usually 
involving his cum in one of her orifices.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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