Page 35 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

It was clear that the girls wanted to lick their bananas, as the song promised they could, but the Banana Bros just teased them.

Good boys.

Their bananas were all mine.

Usually I would have hated waiting while they slowly danced their way up to our table, but in this case, I didn’t mind. They were just so beautiful to look at. And each time they thrusted, I got more and more horny. It was a good thing I hadn’t worn any panties, because they would have been absolutely drenched.

When they finally reached my table, they came straight for me. One of them pulled my chair out and the other started thrusting on top of me. The way his abs tensed with each thrust… God.

I reached out and tried to touch his abs, but he somehow stayed just out of my reach.

Such a tease! The more he avoided my touch, the more I wanted to touch him. Or maybe it was just because his abs were freaking amazing. I wanted to lick each muscle.

The other Banana Bro danced on me next. I didn’t even bother trying to touch him. Instead I just sat back and enjoyed the show. And by that, I mean I stared at his banana. It looked even bigger close-up. I wanted him to rip his banana hammock off so badly.

He grabbed my thighs with both hands and dropped to his knees. Oh my God. I felt the air hit my wetness. I knew he could tell I wasn’t wearing any panties. He was looking right between my thighs. Was he salivating behind that mask? I swallowed hard, imagining what his tongue would feel like thrusting inside of me.

But then he was right back up.

Damn it. They were going to make me die of horniness.

The Banana Bros both did a backflip and then tore their banana hammocks off. Their cocks were even better than I imagined.

I’d never seen anything quite like them. They were just as smooth as the rest of their skin. Not a vein in sight. But the real selling point was the length. So. Long. I didn’t even understand how they were able to fight gravity and stand upright. But they did.

It took every ounce of self-control for me to not just start sucking them immediately. They’d just teased me. It was payback time. I leaned forward like I was about to put my lips around one of them, but then pulled back. I was running out of willpower fast. I wasn’t sure I was even thinking straight anymore.

Luckily I didn’t have to wait too long, because the song was almost over.

On the second to last line, someone tossed them each a can of whipped cream. And then they each went into full robot mode and mechanically sprayed a thick line of whipped cream onto the other’s cock. The music cut off just as they finished.

The entire club erupted with cheers.

It was by the far the best strip dance I’d ever seen.

And now it was my turn to perform for them.

I opened as wide as I could and took one of them into my mouth, savoring every inch. The whipped cream was delicious. But the cock was better. God, it had been worth every second of waiting.

I only got halfway down before he pressed against the back of my throat. Which wasn’t a problem. I shifted a little to fix the angle and took him into my throat. All the way down until my nose was pressed against his tummy.

He groaned and I couldn’t help but smile. I was addicted to men making that sound because of me.

When I pulled back, there wasn’t a single drop of whipped cream left. I started stroking him as I sucked the other one clean too. Cock and whipped cream were even better than a banana split. It was like my mouth couldn’t decide what it wanted to do. So I just went back and forth between the two, like I was sampling ice cream flavors. Spoiler alert – they were both delicious.

“So what’s the next dare?” asked Ash, staring at the Banana Bros’

cocks.

Oh, that naughty girl. Was she as turned on as I was at the sight of this? There was something about two cocks that really did something to me. And I knew what she was hoping I’d say for my dare, but there was no way I was gonna share these two with her. She could find her own strippers! And as adventurous as she had been tonight, I doubted she was ready for double XL, dark, dark chocolate. These were all mine.

I had to think about my next dare carefully. If I dared one of them to blow a stripper, they might try to steal the Banana Bros from me.

What was a good bachelorette party dare?

Just then, I felt my backup phone vibrate in my bra. It was Chad’s special ring tone. Wow, what a mood killer. Actually…I shifted in my seat. Surprisingly it wasn’t. I was so turned on that nothing could kill my mood. I didn’t even know why it was taking me so long to mount one of these bad boys.

“Uggh, hold on one sec,” I said. “Chad’s texting.” I pulled out my phone and checked the text with one hand as I stroked a Banana Bro with the other. I was so turned on I could barely even see straight. I blinked a few times and made myself focus on the text.

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