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.
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After the debacle that was the
DiSH
Thanksgiving dinner, Ken came to the Holiday party alone.
The hall that the group had rented in local firehouse was decorated for Christmas, Hanukkah, Diwali, Ramadan, and other holidays that he didn't know.
He saw a group of guys he was friends with at the
DiSH
meetings and made his way to their table. All the women seemed to remember what happened at the Thanksgiving dinner for none would speak to him.
The guys were talking and munching on bowls of Cheesy Poofs as the deejay started blasting
Children of Bodom's
Christmas carol.
Eventually, most of the guys had gotten up to mingle and dance, leaving Ken sitting alone at the table. Knowing his chances with any of the women were zilch, he got up to head over to the bar table. As he made his way through the crown, someone grabbed his arm. Turning, he found himself facing Jenna in a bright red low-cut tight-fitting short-skirted Ms. Santa suit.
"Hi Jenna," he said. Then he leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Don't tell me you're going to drag me out of the party now and have your way with me again?"
"Now right now," she whispered back, then licked her lips and added, "Maybe later."
"Okay. Uhm, wanna dance?" he asked.
"Why not?" she said back. Grabbing his wrist in both her hands, she led him to the edge of the dance floor and wrapped herself around him as they began to sway to the music.
Of course, Ken got hard right away, forcing its way between their crotches that were pressed firmly together.
"I see you're ready for some already, lover," she whispered to him as they danced.
"Yeah, I could go for some," he whispered back.
He noticed the women all glowering at him, 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.
After they groped each other through a couple of songs, and he almost came in his pants from writhing together to the music, she said, "Excuse me, lover, while I go powder."
"Sure, lover, don't keep your squeeze waiting."
Jenna walked towards the restroom as Ken headed toward the bar.
The music stopped as he stood there, and then Amy took the microphone from the deejay and announced one of her infamous erotic party games.
"Everybody join in for a game of Musical Faces!" she announced.
Curious, Ken joined the crowd that gathered around the dance floor.
Amy continued, "All you men lie in a circle here," pointing out a circle around the dance floor, "with your feet toward the middle of the circle like we did the Balloon Toss at the summer picnics."
Ken shrugged and lay in the circle with all the other men as instructed. Amy walked around the circle giving each man a pillow and one of those Chinese finger traps, saying, "You'll need to put these pillows under your heads and these on your fingers behind your backs. We don't want any of you naughty guys copping a feel," rousing laughter from the men.
Ken put the pillow under his head and then slipped the paper tube onto his fingers behind his back and lay back down.
Amy continued, "Now, each of the women stand in a circle outside the men's circle."
Most of the women also did as instructed.
Amy continued, "When the music starts, you start walking around the circle. And do I really need to tell you what to do when the music stops?" drawing a laugh from all the women.
A moment later, the music started and Ken looked up at the ceiling as the women paraded past him stepping dangerously close to his head as they each walked by. He noticed some of them glare down at him as they walked past, causing him to wonder if it was really such a good idea for him to be playing this game.
Suddenly, the music stopped. The women rushed frantically to take a seat and Ken didn't even get to see who it was who planted her ass on his face in the split second since the music stopped.
He heard Amy announce, "Okay! We started out with a lot more men than women. So I have to do a little weeding before we can continue. Just stay seated ladies."
Ken could hear Amy walking around the circle as she told unused men to remove themselves from the circle. A few seconds later, Ken's lungs were demanding a next breath, but the woman sitting on his face had thoroughly covered his nose and mouth with her jean-clad derriere. He tried to make a sound, but the weight of her body on his face felt like a padded anvil was crushing his skull, and he couldn't pull his fingers out of that paper trap.
Amy was taking her time pulling the unused men from the circle, and Ken's lungs were screaming in agony for air. Yet he could do noting but lay there.
Then, in a gasp of relief, the music started and the woman on his face stood and continued her trek around the circle. Amy then pulled a man out of the circle as the music played. The relief didn't last, for the music stopped again resulting an another ass on his face. He didn't get to see who it was this time either, but his last glimpse before darkness fell was of a panty crotch draped in a blue skirt. He didn't notice who had been wearing a blue skirt, so his second sitter remained as anonymous as his first.
Though she felt slightly lighter, she covered his nose and mouth as thoroughly as the first. He heard Amy say, "You're out, Blanche."
Fortunately, the music started at about the same time that his lungs began screaming for air, and he gulped in a breath of air.
The music stopped again. This time, he caught a glimpse of Sue scowl in fury at him as she sat and slammed her jean-clad ass onto his face.
