Norma Egan - The sister keeper

"What'll you folks have?" boomed Jack Harlan, as he guided the twins to the bar. "Or maybe you'd care for somethin' besides alcohol? We can supply whatever you want."

Jennifer didn't understand what he meant until her nose suddenly picked up the unmistakable, rich odor of marijuana. It emanated from cigarettes smoked by Kip Kovak Harold Witherspoon, and Ouida. Shortly after, Jennifer saw Laura Langley take some pills from her purse and swallow them with her drink.

"I'll have a gin and tonic," Jennifer said firmly. Jonathan laughed but ordered the same, and they went to sit with the others. Jennifer was rapidly beginning to wish she was elsewhere. At first she had been impressed with the oil man and his guests, proud to be among rich and famous people. But the pill taking, the pot smoking, and the generally lewd and loose talk of the group soon put her off. She resolved to make an early escape from the party, sensing tab things would get out of hand before long. But she was too late. Things got very much out of hand before she'd been there half an hour.

Laura Langley was easily the highest person in the room, thanks to a combination of booze and pills. Almost compulsively, the beautiful red-haired actress kept turning the conversation to sex, and as she sat on the sofa between Kip and Jack, she kept setting her hand on their crotches and squeezing.

Jennifer found her behavior disgusting, but she was hardly prepared for what Laura did next. Weaving to her feet, the actress raised her martini glass.

"I wish to announce that I'm the best damned cocksucker in the room!" she said in a cultured but slurred voice.

This was greeted with loud laughter from everyone but Jennifer, who sat red-faced and mortified. The poet, Harold Witherspoon, jumped to his feet.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he proclaimed in a theatrical tenor. "We have just heard a rather bold and dubious assertion from Miss Langley concerning her sexual prowess! I challenge her to prove that assertion!"

"You're on, sweetie!" replied Laura. Passing her glass to Kip, who barely kept it from spilling, she strode over to the poet, knelt, and unzipped his fly.

Witherspoon grinned and winked at the others but did not move. Laura's deft fingers quickly drew out his short, fat prick, a pale, white uncircumcised organ that ended in a wrinkled point.

"Ummmm!" Laura exclaimed. "Just right for a little snack!"

"If you please!" replied Witherspoon. "We will have no remarks about size! I realize it's no colossus, but it has served me well. Wouldn't you say so, my dear?" He glanced at Ouida.

The beautiful black girl grinned at him. "Well," she replied languidly. "It's served you well with me, all right! But let's see what the lady can do with it."

Laura was now lapping the poet's fat, little cock with her wet, pointed tongue, wriggling the tip under the wrinkled foreskin, making Witherspoon twitch and snort. Then, abruptly, she sucked the whole organ into her brightly lipsticked mouth, with such hot force bat the little man moaned loudly and sank forward to rest his hands on her shoulders.

"Ahhhh, God, yes!" he muttered. "Nice, very nice!"

Laura began to suck his cock quite loudly, making slurping and sucking noises that caused the others to titter and guffaw – all except Jennifer. From the moment of Laura's crude announcement about cocksucking, she had sat in paralyzed horror, unable to believe what was happening. My God, the utter depravity of these people! They were all watching a highly personal and intimate act, a woman's feverish sucking of a man's penis, with no more embarrassment or hesitation than they might watch a baseball game! Well, she supposed that was their rights their business, but she certainly did not intend to be part of it!

She started to rise from the love seat she was sharing with her brother, but Jonathan caught her wrist and gently but firmly forced her to sit down again.

"Don't break the spell," he whispered eagerly.

"This is going to be fun!"

"But, Jonathan." She whispered, too, but her voice was horrified and frantic.

"Sssshhhh!" he silenced her.

Jennifer did not want to make a spectacle of herself or to make a display of outraged feelings which might damage the hotel's popularity. She decided to sit quietly until there was an opportunity to slip out of the room unnoticed.

Meanwhile she gawked at the famous Laura Langley, who knelt before the little poet and sucked on his cock as if it were the most delicious food in the world. The obscene noises continued, the slurping and swishing of her wet tongue and hot saliva all around Witherspoon's rapidly stiffening prick, and now Laura was also squeezing and tickling his small red balls, sending the poet into a frenzy of horniness.

"Holy Christ!" he whined. "This girl is GOOD! Oh, oh, ohhhh!" He began to jerk his hips in time to her sucking, plunging his fat little cock loudly in and out of her red lips.

"Oh, Harold," chirped Bonnie, the oil man's cute little wife. "I can do better than that!" She sent her baby-blue eyes around the room and settled them on Kip Kovak, who was lounging in his chair and grinning at the spectacle. "Come on, handsome," drawled Bonnie. "I'll demonstrate on you."

Kip shrugged, grinned again, and walked to the center of the room, close to where his red-haired mistress knelt before the poet. With no hesitation or modesty, he unzipped his tight jeans, drew out a very stiff prick, and let it wave lazily before him. Bonnie giggled and crawled across the rug toward him, her pink tongue hanging out in mischievous imitation of a panting dog.

"Grrrr!" she growled, crawling right up to Kip's feet and gaping at his tight-swollen balls and cock.

"Hey, man!" laughed Kip. "To suck, not to bite!"

"I know that, honey," she purred. Her little pink tongue curled upward and licked briefly over the gleaming purple glans of his cock, lapping up a little glob of cream that oozed from the dark hole. "Ummm, nice!" she giggled. Then Kip gasped as the little blonde suddenly gripped his cockhead between her lips and sucked the whole organ into her mouth.

"Aw, shit!" Kip yelped, as Bonnie began to suck his fat meat very noisily and fast. "Yeah, go, baby, go!" He steadied himself by leaning on her shoulders, then glanced rather dazedly at Harlan the oil man, who sat close by and was watching with amusement. "Hey, Jack," moaned Kip. "You got a very talented wife!"

"Don't I know it!" Jack said contentedly. "Finest little cocksucker in the South! But, beggin' your pardon, ma'am," he continued, turning to Ouida. "Would you like to demonstrate your skill, too? I'd be a most willing subject."

The slender black girl shrugged. "Why not? I can do better than those two, any day of the week."

Jack grinned and went to take his place beside Kip, unzipping his pants and pulling out a long, thin prick that pointed straight ahead in its hardness. Ouida took her time about joining him, walking very slowly and sensuously, her slim hips swaying, her large, dark eyes fixed on his cock as if she were judging it. She knelt down in one slow, graceful movement, took the wrinkled foreskin in her slender fingers, and expertly worked it back to expose the fat purple glans. She snaked out her red tongue and burrowed it into the glans hole, wriggling and reaming, till Jack Harlan sighed and flushed with arousal. Then Ouida drew his erect penis into her mouth in a tantalizing motion, till his black-furred balls settled against her chin.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, baby!" he crooned. "You took it in all the way, that's beautiful! Now suck me off, slow and easy… Yeah, that way! Ahhhh!"

Ouida's slow, delicious sucking contrasted sharply with Laura's voracious, swift mouthing of Witherspoon's furiously plunging prick, and with Bonnie's alternating rhythms, quick then slow, on Kip's cock. The men groaned, shivered, jerked their hips to feed their swollen meat into deliciously hot, wet, velvety tissues. When they could catch their breath, they exclaimed their pleasure or exchanged comments.