Page 26 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

But instead of putting the whipped cream all over his dick, he squirted a lovely little dollop onto my banana split. And then he danced away.

“That looks fucking amazing!” yelled Ash.

It actually did look pretty good. And based on what I knew about banana parties…there would be plenty more opportunities for me to properly enjoy myself tonight. Not to mention that this banana split would surely go straight to my tits. As far as the girls were concerned, it was basically a giant platter of bread and meat.

I grabbed a spoon and dug in.

Yum.

“Who wants to go next?” asked the DJ.

Ash jumped to her feet. “I DO!!!”

“Crikey she’s excited. Someone bring that girl a banana split immediately!”

Another monkey man danced out on stage with a wooden cloche. The spotlight followed him as he danced up to our table.

Ash was already gripping her spoon, ready to dig in.

The monkey man did a little spin and then put the cloche in front of her. But when he opened it, there was no banana split. Just an empty platter surrounded by a bunch of little bowls filled with toppings.

That’s what mine should have been like!

He made a big show of picking up the empty platter and staring at it, his giant monkey head tilting to one side in confusion. And then he chucked it into the forest. It hit a tree and shattered into a million little pieces.

“Hey!” said Ash. “Where’s my banana split?”

The monkey man danced around a bit more and then unzipped his onesie. His mask stayed on as he peeled the suit off his chiseled body. All the girls cheered at the sight of his rock-hard abs.

And they really cheered when his banana hammock swung free.

This wasn’t just any old banana hammock. No…this banana hammock was stuffed to actually look like a banana.

“Ah!” yelled Ash. “Why is he getting naked!?”

He gyrated his hips so that his banana was swinging a few inches from her face.

God, she looked so embarrassed. She was covering her bright red face in both hands. But she wasn’t scooting her chair backwards. And she did have her fingers splayed enough to see through them…

The monkey man did a particularly forceful thrust and tore off his banana hammock, leaving him in only his monkey mask and his sneakers.

“Boner,” said Slavanka.

Boner indeed. He wasn’t as big as Ghost or Teddybear, but he’d make a fine starter for Ash. I loved this for her.

Ash shifted in her chair as he sprayed a thick line of whipped cream along his length. Then he grabbed each bowl of toppings and sprinkled them on his dick, finishing things off with a drizzle of hot fudge.

Ash looked like she needed a bit of encouragement, so I yelled, “Eat it!” And then some other girls took up the chant.

“Eat it! Eat it!”

The monkey man put one foot up on the table to really get his cock close to Ash’s face.

She didn’t budge.

But the monkey man wasn’t ready to give up yet. He reached down, fished a towel out of his onesie, and held it up between Ash and the audience. It created a nice little privacy barrier for her. That way she could eat without anyone seeing.

Is she gonna do it? Normally I would have said no freaking way. But she’d just pounded four banana juices. And I knew that deep down she was a kinky bitch. Most importantly, though, she was a single girl! To not suck it would break like five different single girl rules. Or more, depending on how big he was.

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