Norma Egan: The sister keeper

"You're fired!" shrieked Laura Langley.

Kip Kovak walked lazily towards the infuriated actress, stopping inches away from her. His voice was soft and sexy now. "Aw, come on, baby, don't be mad. I was just kidding you, just getting some laughs." He tilted her chin up, leaned closer to her. "You wouldn't fire me, anyway. You know nobody can bring you off like I do."

Laura melted. Her eyelids drooped, her breathing slowed, and she snaked her arms around Kip's neck. "Oh, Kip," she crooned huskily. "I know, I know! Do it to me now, please!"

The young man grinned and cupped her breasts, big and heavy and swaying beneath her short dress. Laura closed her eyes and moaned softly. Then Kip seized the hem of her dress and slowly drew the garment off over her head, tousling her thick, red hair and uncovering a body that, although a little thickened and slack, still preserved the famous curves so often photographed and admired by the public. Beneath the dress Laura worn only a bra to hide her magnificent tilt.

Kip deftly and quickly unhooked the bra and drew it off, and the woman's huge breasts fell, quivering, into their natural slope, still shapely and full, tough lacking the firmness of youth.

Now the famous actress stood naked and yielding before her young gigolo, her large, green eyes soliciting him warmly. Her skin was tan except for the pale white of her breasts, buttocks, and lower belly. The large triangle of her snatch was dark brown, the true color of her hair, and her legs were long and shapely. Jennifer thought she was still extraordinarily beautiful, and apparently Kip Kovak did, too, for as he eyed her body he lost his cool, mocking manner and suddenly became excited. With a harsh growl, he seized her and lowered her to the grass.

"Oh, yes," Laura moaned, almost as if in pain – the same noise that had attracted Jennifer's notice in the first place. "Yes, darling, eat me!"

Laura stretched out limply, submissively on her back, while Kip quickly removed his clothes. The actress watched him with feverish impatience, licking her lips, and then, unable to wait any longer, thrusting her own hand between her legs. With her middle finger she found her red clitoris. As she spread her legs wider, Jennifer could see all of her gleaming, rosy slit, wet and swollen in readiness. The dark mouth of her cunt seemed quite large, and was drooling a steady trickle of white cream. Laura rubbed her clit harder, and the stream of vaginal juices increased.

Meanwhile Kip tossed aside his shorts and stood naked. Jennifer had to admit that his body was magnificent, broad-shouldered, thin-hipped, tan and hard, with every muscle tautly outlined. But, she thought absently, he wasn't nearly as well hung.

Jonathan – and then she blushed at her own wicked thoughts. It was true, however; his prick and balls, though certainly big enough, were only average compared to her brother's prodigious equipment. Perhaps, Jennifer thought, he made up in skill what he lacked in size; certainly he must, or he wouldn't be Laura Langley's stud. And he wasn't hard yet, either, it was too soon to judge.

"Oh, come on!" Laura was crying impatiently. "Don't just stand there showing me how beautiful you are!"

Kip chuckled and then suddenly hopped over her to straddle her face, his limp, white cock grazing her heavily lipsticked mouth. "Hungry?" he teased.

"Not now, damn you!" Laura snarled, jerking her head aside. "I don't want your cock now! I want your mouth!"

"Okay, boss!" Kip laughed, crawling off her. "Your obedient slave will now give you some head!"

He put his head between her legs, and there was a loud sucking noise as his mouth fastened on the large, prominent bump of her clit. Laura gasped, then groaned deeply, and she spread her legs obscenely wide, giving him room to work.

Jennifer, blushing deeply and beginning to tremble at this embarrassing sight, knew that decency called for her to leave at once. Yet she knew she wouldn't go – no matter how naughty it was to watch, it was the sight of a lifetime, something she couldn't help observing, the secret life of a famous woman, the real Laura Langley.

Certainly better than any movie magazine, Jennifer thought wildly.

Kip continued his swift, noisy sucking of Laura's clit, and the beautiful older woman groaned steadily and kept her long legs wide apart, giving him all the pussy he wanted. Her big, green eyes rolled wildly and then closed, and she worked her red-nailed fingers urgently in the grass, then in Kip's golden hair. Slowly a rosy rash spread over her whole body, the sign of sexual arousal, and her big white breasts stiffened and swelled, the long brown nipples growing erect and pointed. Now Kip drew back a little and flicked out his stiff tongue to lick and lash at her swollen clit, and Laura gasped and shivered.

"Oh, my beautiful boy," she crooned. "You're the best, the very best! Nobody turns me on like you!"

Kip slammed his mouth onto her clit again, sucked harder and faster and more loudly than ever, and Laura dug her nails into the grass, clenched her teeth, and began bucking her hips rapidly in time with his sucking. She grunted with the effort and seemed to be on the very verge of coming, when the young man suddenly raised his head and grinned at her.

"I want a raise," he remarked. "I thought this would be a good time to ask."

"Oh, shut up!" Laura shouted, but then broke into helpless laughter. "Get back to work, smart ass! If you do a good job, I'll consider your request!"

Kip chuckled and lowered his head again. This time Jennifer saw his tongue snake swiftly into Laura's wide cuntmouth till it was buried in her moist depths, and then Kip's head bobbed rapidly as he probed and stuffed and licked her pussy. Laura shrieked with pleasure, and her hands fluttered to his long blond hair, her fingers tangled in it, pawing, pulling. She began to gasp and to buck her hips again.

"Make me come!" she howled. "Yes, yes, just a little more, and I'll be there!"

Kip abruptly withdrew from her cunt and leaped to his feet. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, ten stood there grinning down at the writhing, frustrated woman.

"Uh-uh," he laughed. "I know you too well, baby! With the hang over you've got, I'd bring you off, and you'd go right to sleep, and I wouldn't get my share! I have to think of me, you know." He extended a hand to her. "Come on, sweetheart, up on your knees! Time for your favorite snack!"

"Oh, damn you!" Laura shouted. "Why do I keep you around, anyway? I'd get more obedience from a trained bear!"

"No doubt," laughed Kip. "But I do much nicer tricks. Don't I, baby?" He made his voice lower, huskier. "Remember last night?"

Laura flushed hotly, and her eyelids drooped sensuously. Without another word, she took his hand and let him pull her up to a kneeling position. He let go of her then, and she crawled forward fill she was only inches from his body. She began to kiss his feet, ten moved her red lips slowly up his well-muscled legs, kissing ankles and knees and thighs. She reached his limp cock and took it tenderly in her hands, petting and rubbing and squeezing it gently, using her fingertips to work the wrinkled foreskin back until she had exposed the red, shining glans with its tiny, dark hole.

She flicked out of her sharp-pointed tongue and used only the very tip to ream and clean the little hole. Then, with an excited shudder, she cupped his sagging, golden-furred balls, and while she gently palmed and squeezed them, she fastened her mouth around the gleaming head of his cock and very slowly drew, the whole organ deep into her mouth.

Kip had been standing before her cockily, hands on hips, grinning smugly as he watched her performance. But now, as his flaccid prick was drawn into the heat and silky pressure of her mouth, he suddenly twitched, moaned, and closed his eyes, bending forward dizzily to rest his hands on her shoulders. As he continued to moan helplessly with the pleasure of being sucked, Laura smiled triumphantly to herself.