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{ASA} DISH [5/?]: NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY {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.
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The last time that Ken wore a suit and tie was at _Le Buse Et
Crachat_ and tugged at his tie uncomfortably as he entered the hall
in a local firehouse where _DiSH_ were holding their New Year's Eve
party.
Things were going well between him and Brenda. Though they
didn't come as a couple tonight, they had planned to join each other
and sit together. He found a table that was relatively empty and
took a seat.
Brenda arrived about ten minutes later wearing a colorful party
dress. She sat with Ken and they kissed. A hostess came around with
a tray of hors d'oeuvres, and they each took one. Over the next half
hour, more people filtered in and their table filled up. Brenda and
Ken made light conversation with the other DiSH members at their
table, as the band warmed up.
When the band finally started playing a slow rumba, Brenda said
to Ken, "C'mon! Let's dance!"
No sooner than they had begun to sway to the music on the dance
floor then Ken froze and his jaw dropped in stunned shock. Brenda
was about to say something when Jenna stepped up behind her with such
a scowl on her face, and tapped Brenda on the shoulder.
Brenda turned and gasped when she saw it was Jenna.
Jenna announced to the whole room, "You're dancing with my
squeeze!"
"I don't think you own him, slut!" Brenda spat back.
"You fucking bitch!" Jenna yelled back and slammed her purse
across Brenda's face.
Immediately, the room stood in shocked silence as all the guys
started chanting, "Cat fight! Cat fight!"
Brenda then kicked Jenna in the groin and she had doubled over.
But Brenda made the mistake of turning back toward Ken as Jenna swung
her leg up and kicked Brenda in the kidney.
Brenda screamed in agony and went sprawling onto the dance floor
as shocked DiSH members backed away from the contemptible spectacle.
Then Jenna stepped on Brenda's back with one foot on the small of
her back and kicked her between the legs, slamming the toe of her
shoe hard into her crotch.
"Yaaooowwoooww!" Brenda cried so loud she out-shouted the live
band, who suddenly realized what was happening and stopped playing.
Whimpering, Brenda struggled to push herself up off the floor
with her hands. In one last blow, Jenna slammed one foot on one of
Brenda's hands, evoking another screech from the tortured woman, and
kicked her hard in the side of the head.
Ken just stood there in shocked silence at the outrageous
spectacle of one woman beating another to a pulp -- over _him!_
Jenna then stepped over to Ken and she grabbed him by the arm
with both hands so tightly it felt like she had vices for hands.
Brenda moaned and slowly sat up, her face cut and bruised, and
blood trickling out of her nose onto the floor.
"Ken," she whispered in a hoarse voice, holding her twisted
black-and-blue hand out to him. "Please..."
Jenna huffed and tugged at Ken's arm, pulling him back closer to
her.
Ken quickly looked back and forth between Jenna, who had a steel
grip on him, and Brenda, broken and bleeding on the floor.
"I'm sorry, Brenda," Ken finally said, "but Jenna won the fight.
I guess I belong to her."
Brenda flopped to the floor as people rushed to her aid with
water and towels.
Jenna whispered, "C'mon lover, lets go exploring!"
Ken shrugged, still in disbelief at what just went down, and let
Jenna lead him away.
They went through a door into a hallway.
"Where are we going, Jenna?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I'll know it when we find it."
Jenna led him through another door into a stairwell and upstairs
into another hallway.
"I don't think we should be up here, Jenna."
"Of course we should!" she answered.
She led him down the hallway and into another door down a short
hallway, and then into a little bunkroom where, presumably, the
firemen sleep when on duty.
Jenna closed the door and turned the lock.
"Now what?" Ken asked, knowing how stupid that question sounded
after he asked it.
Jenna lifted her dress up over her head and threw it to the
floor. Standing there completely naked, she answered, "You _know_
what!"
She grabbed his tie, and pulled it off him, then unbuttoned his
shirt and pulled that off, then pulled his trousers and shorts down
to his ankles.
He completed the procedure by kicking his shoes off and kicking
his trousers from his ankles.
Jenna then threw herself on him, causing him to fall on his back
onto one of the narrow twin 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.
Jenna paused to swallow and answered, still lying on top of him
kneading his soft cock in her hands, "Yeah. I know. Now answer my
questions, my hot buck!"
"What questions?" Ken asked into her ass crack as she squeezed
his head between her thighs.
"That other bitch, I bet 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 doesn't shower
all day, and then she demands that I eat her before I fuck her. But
she refuses to suck my dick at all, never mind swallowing!"
"Well, never fear -- Jenna's here!" she shouted into his dick.
"Quiet, Jenna!" he whispered into her ass crack. "What if
someone finds us here?"
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 and staring up at the ceiling through her
ass-crack once again. She lay there on him for a minute before
speaking again, then said, "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 a second 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. It didn't taste as shitty as he had expected, and
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.
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. _What if the firemen come
in here?_ he thought to himself. Hell, what if the cops come looking
for Jenna after beating Brenda nearly to death? Yet he let Jenna
have her well-deserved sleep after such hot sex.
"..wake up!" Ken heard and felt himself being shaken by Jenna,
still lying on top of him.
"What?" he asked.
"Holy shit, look at the time," she whispered.
Looking at her watch that showed 3:00 in the morning, "Oh shit,"
he answered back, "we got to get out of here!"
They got out of bed and dressed quickly, then hurried down the
darkened hallways and stairwell out to the parking lot where their
cars were the only two still there.
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 happened to Brenda?_ he wondered.
_Is she even still alive?_
- TO BE CONTINUED... -
If you've been following the DiSH stories, cast your vote! Who do
you think should win Ken's heart, Brenda or Jenna?
Send an email to hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com
In the SUBJECT: line, put {ASS} DISH POLL: JENNA or {ASS} DISH POLL:
BRENDA. Then put in the email body text why you voted for Brenda or
Jenna. A little about yourself, too, if you're so inclined.