The rules were simple. All the guys would line up against the wall, pants and underwear off. When the lights were turned off and the music was turned on, the girls would come in and find a cock to suck. After a few minutes, the music would stop and they would rotate.
It was so dark that I couldn't see an inch in front of my face. It was so silent that, if you listened hard enough, you could hear all of our hearts racing. A hand slapped against my knee. One of them had found me. I swallowed hard and felt up the wall for something to grip. Here it comes. I took a deep breath as I felt my cock being enveloped by a pair of soft lips. It slid smoothly into someone's warm mouth and came to rest there. This mystery girl's tongue snaked up and down the shaft and around the head.
"Oh, Christ..." I mumbled, feeling around in the air until I found her head. I brushed my fingers over her face as she slowly sucked my meat. All around me, the only sounds I could hear were the girls loudly slurping on the guys' cocks. You would hear a soft groan here and there, but overall everyone remained relatively silent. No one wanted to act like they were enjoying this too much. We had all bragged about we got some every weekend. This was just the usual, right?
As my mystery lady continued to lovingly nurture my stiff cock, my mind just couldn't keep from wandering away. I honestly couldn't stop thinking about my sister, actually. She would faint if she ever seen anything like this. Kelsey was the honor student, the kiss-ass to the teachers, the golden child. She was going to Princeton in the fall, a full scholarship. I, on the other hand, was destined for the local community college. She pissed me off a lot, always in her room, always doing homework, never wanting to have any fun.
Although it's not like she wouldn't be welcome here. In fact, there's probably not one guy in the room (save myself) that wouldn't want their cock in Kelsey's mouth right now. As much as I hate to admit it, she is cute. That soft brown hair, that baby face, those full pink lips, that fit body and those perky tits...oh, and that ass. That round, perfect ass. Oh, God...
I had almost blown my load right there, just thinking about her. What a sick bastard I was. Then again, this chick was awesome at giving head. I could just blame it on her. My thoughts kept drifting back to Kelsey, probably in her room right now, reading or some shit. She was probably wearing that cute little tank top and those butt shorts...
Shit! I had almost lost it again. I needed to calm down. I still had a whole line of girls to go through. Luckily, the music died just then and the girl planted a final kiss on the head of my quivering member before moving on. I sighed and stroked myself slowly, keeping it hard for the next one that came along.
I didn't have to wait long. I felt something brush against my leg and then moments later, a tongue curiously dabbing at the head of my dick. I could feel her hot breath as she was about to wrap her mouth around it, but hesitated. Why was she teasing me like this?
"Come on, babe..." I mumbled, guiding her head between my legs. She finally complied and crammed what seemed like my entire pole into her mouth and down her throat. I just about passed out on the spot. This girl could suck a dick like you wouldn't believe. She was like a vacuum, it was incredible.
"Oh, damn..." I moaned, more loudly than I would have liked.
"Enjoying yourself, Dave?" was the response from across the room.
Just then, she stopped.
"What's the matter, baby?" I whispered, stroking her hair.
"Dave Morrison?" she asked meekly.
"Yeah, it's me," I whispered, "but we're not supposed to tell."
She was silent.
"Who is this? Janet? Brittany? I thought I recognized those lips..."
What happened next would stain my memory for the rest of my life. Some wise guy had flipped the light switch, causing everyone to be momentarily blinded. When my eyes had finally adjusted, I looked down and my insides twisted.
It was my sister, Kelsey, staring back up at me. Drool from my cock still trickling down her lip. I tried to say something, but all that came out was a gasp. She didn't have a look of guilt or shock or even anger on her face. It was just a blank expression.
