Page 36 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

Chad: Can I come hang out with you now? I’m bored.

I’m a little busy. I continued to stroke one of the cocks. “Can someone text Chad back for me?” I asked.

“I dare you to send him a Banana Party selfie,” said Ash.

“That’s not how spin the banana works. But I like the dare, so I’ll do it. On one condition. If I do this, you have to stand up on your chair and give an impromptu bridesmaid speech about how much you love me.” I knew that Ash had a deadly fear of public speaking. This was the perfect way to see how drunk she really was.

“Easy. You’ve got a deal.” She polished off another glass of banana juice.

Her sixth? Maybe her seventh.

“You go first though,” said Ash. “I need to compose my thoughts.”

“Fair enough. What pose do you guys like?” I held up my phone at the perfect angle and made a duck face. But really…the focal point of the image was the two huge cocks on either side of my face.

God they’re big. Now I just had to capture their beauty in a selfie.

I snapped a picture. But it was missing something. It felt wrong to not be interacting with the cocks. I grabbed one, licked the other, and took another photo. For a second I got distracted and forgot to even look at my phone. Focus! I turned back to my phone.

Much better.

“What do you guys think?” I asked. The girls passed the phone around as I went back to sucking and stroking. I wanted to make sure they were as hard as possible for this photo-op. And the harder they were, the more amazing they’d feel inside of me in a second.

Ash giggled. “I can’t believe you’d actually send him this. He’s gonna be so mad.”

“Why?” I asked. “Single Girl Rule #40: At a bachelorette party, every girl is single again. So it’s not like I’m cheating.”

“I’m not sure he’s gonna see it that way…”

I shrugged. “That’s his problem. I told him all about Rule #8. And, well…” I tapped their stomachs as I counted their abs. And then I licked their abs for good measure. Yummy chocolatey goodness. I didn’t know how, but they even tasted kinda like chocolate.

Speaking of chocolate… “Ohhh!” I said. “I know why you think he’ll be mad. It’s because he’s a racist, right?”

“Chad’s a racist?” asked Ash.

“Maybe. He got all weird about me joining an all-black sorority. This’ll actually be a good test to see if he’s racist or not.” I loved chocolate too much for that nonsense. I grabbed my phone back and took another pic of me really going to town on these beautiful cocks. But it still wasn’t quite right. “Damn it,” I said. “They’re so long they don’t even look real. And Chad doesn’t believe that 8-inch cocks exist in the wild, so if he doesn’t see the whole thing, he’ll probably just think they’re dildos. I know it’s not technically a selfie, but can you guys get some pictures from a distance?”

“Yeah,” said Ash. “I’m an amazing photographer.” She took the phone and started snapping pictures while I sucked off the Banana Bros. I was so glad to have both my hands back. I wanted to touch every inch of these men. And I wanted as much photo evidence as possible of this night so that I could relive it over and over and over again. And also…Single Girl Rule #7: Pics or it didn’t happen.

“How do they look?” I asked.

“Pretty good. But I feel like I’m not quite capturing how hot this is.” She jumped on the table and snapped a shot at a different angle.

“Oooh! I have the perfect idea.” I’d been waiting for this moment all night. I looked up at the Banana Bros. “You guys wanna fuck the bride?” I didn’t wait for an answer. It was a yes. Obvs. Their sole purpose in life was to please me. So I just started getting them ready with super sloppy blowjobs. I was soaking wet already, but a little extra lubricant never hurt. Especially with cocks this big.

“Oh shit,” one of them muttered. And then cum exploded onto my face from either side.

For a second I was disappointed. I wanted to be railed hard. But…there was no reason to fret. Because the secret sauce was one of the best parts of a banana split. I opened my mouth to catch it, but with them coming from both sides, not much made it into my mouth.

Which was fine. The more cum on my face, the better the photos!

When they were done I smiled and gave two thumbs up for the camera.

First - yum. Second - impressive that they are so in sync that they even cum at the same time. And third - Damn it! Their cum looked amazing on me, but I would have loved for it to be inside of me. Why did I have to be so good at giving head? I’d been so excited to get fucked by them. And now I wasn’t gonna get to.

Oh well.

At least I’d gotten good pictures out of it. And there were plenty of other strippers to fuck. I dismissed the Banana Bros, sat back down at my table, and took my phone back from Ash. Yeah, the pictures were perfection. I grabbed a napkin and blotted the cum off my face.

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