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{ASA} 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.org/~HungryGuy.
###
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.