Dinner with Arnold

As each dipped a spoon into their dish the young men did likewise. Every other lady jolted as she felt a head rise up between her thighs and begin a gentle licking campaign on her thighs. The others of course couldn't help but notice. Naturally the guest initiated small talk with those expressing adventuresome distress to add to their confusion.

"I love cherries jubilee, don't you, Edith?"

"Ugh . . . ugh . . . . ooo . . . yes."

"It matters not that your own cherry has long since been busted."

"My own cherry? Oh yes. Yes."

Now the tongue below had reached her clic.

"Oh God; yes."

"You do recall your cherry?"

"My cherry? Oh yes YES!"

"You're dripping."

She took a napkin and dabbed away some vanilla on her chin.

"That's it. Oh Yes."

Ding ding. Ding ding. Others were demanding service.

"Oh God," came a plea further down the line of diners. All looked to see the newcomer start down her road of coming.

"Dear; don't feed the pets at the table," ordered her husband sitting across from her.

"That's quite all right,' said the host Arnold. "They want leave a mess. They are very well trained."

"But she might make a habit of it."

"So you have pets at home?"

"Goddamn right. I mean yes," said his wife who was trembling and tingling.

"YES YES YES!"

Right at that moment another woman had almost choked having taken a heaping spoonful of the liquor- laced dessert and just put it in her mouth.

"There; there," said the gentleman seated next to her as he took her hand that was holding the just emptied spoon. The woman gasp with her mouth and eyes wide open.

"Too cold?"

"Cold? Are you crazy? Oh yes; that's it. YES YES YES!"

"You mean another spoonful?"

"SHUT UP."

"Shut up? But it's clear you're having a jubilee."

"Praise Jesus."

Ding ding. Ding ding. Service, damn it. I need servicing before it melts."

On the opposite side of the table a woman had just put a cherry to her lips, holding it by its stem, when lips down below encased her clic. By reflex action her hands jumped forward leaving all to see her facial expression of shock with the cherry still lodged in her puckered lips with its stem dangling out.

While still encasing her clic with the young man's lips he began licking it like a dog lapping a bowl of water. In response to each upward lip the woman's head with jilt upwards with the cherry still lodged in her puckered lips and her eyes wide open.

As opposed to the others, she was speechless. Speechless until one fateful lick to her clip sent the cherry a- flying as if shot from a cannon.

And so it went until all of the women had had their turn and met their fate.

Ah to be invited to dine with Arnold. Always such a Devine, devilish delight.