poisoning

Sister Sorensen was indeed drunk out of her head, the bottle of 'clear wine' nearly empty, though how much was in her and how much was on her was anyone's guess. The left leg of her garments had rolled up to her upper thigh and the hand that wasn't holding the Stoli bottle was at her very-damp crotch.

"Oh my goosness!" Sister Brown exclaimed. "I doh sink duh clear wine wus nuf fa help Sisser Sorson!"

"Yeah, I guess we didn't get it into her soon enough," Steve opined. "She really is a light weight. I hope she doesn't have **** poisoning."

"Alshol poisoning?" Sister Brown exclaimed. "Tha' shounds horrible! Can you do the not-ses Jesus pussy thingy on her likes you did on me a' makes me sobsers?"

"Well, I could try," Steve said dubiously. "But when someone is this far gone, it's usually a two-person job to revive her."

"How can I helf? <hip>" Sister Brown asked.

"Well, one of us needs to put a cock in her mouth and the other needs to give her mouth to pussy resuscitation.," he said.

Sister Brown screwed up her face in intense thought.

"I don hab a cock...do I?" She asked.

"Not that I noticed earlier," Steve conceded. "So I guess the choice is made for us! I'll take care so Sister Sorenson's mouth, and you take care of her slit. Just lick it like you would an ice cream cone. It really helps."

Sister Brown quivered, conflicted. She knew it would help her drunk companion, of course. There was no doubt in that. But could she do what was needed?

"I can't do gay stuff!" She cried out at last, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm mormson! Mormon girls don do gay stuffs like that!"

"Even to save your friend's life?" Steve asked.

"She could die!?! But...but..." Sister Brown stammered, utterly at a loss what to do. Would Sister Sorensen even want her to save her like that?

"You know, it doesn't count as gay if you yell 'No Homo!' first, " Steve said. "They do it in prison all the time."

"They do?" Sister Brown asked, eyes wide. Steve knew so much about the world. "Well, then, I guess maybe I could..."

"Sister Sorensen will be so grateful! Down you go now!" Steve insisted.

Sister Brown went where she was sent, pealing the sodden white Mormon underwear from her bloto blonde companion. The smell coming from the blonde-fringed crotch was intense, though not unpleseant. She gave one more questioning look at Steve, who was rubbing his cock on Sister Sorenson's cheek. He nodded insistently. She knew what she had to do.

"No Homo!" She shouted, then ducked down, giving Sister Sorensen's glistening pink pussy a long lick.

"Ew! Ew! Ew!" She said as a blonde pube got stuck to her chin and she pulled it off and threw it away, scraping her tongue off with er teeth.

"Keep going, Sister Brown," Steve prodded. "After the first taste, you'll start to like it. Ladies always do. That's why so many of you end up turning gay. Pussy licking is addictive."

"Oh my goodness!" Sister Brown exclaimed. "Why didn't you warn me?"

"Because we owe it to Sister Sorensen. And now that you have had a taste, you won't be able to resist. The cravings will get overwhelming. So be a good girl and eat your friend's pussy."

Even as he said it, Sister Brown felt the urge rising. She needed to eat Sister Sorensen. She needed it so bad!

And she had promised she would...

"No Homo!" She said again, and dove in with gusto, lapping away at her companion and enjoying it more with every taste. Soon Sister Sorensenr was squirming under her ministrations. It was working! But Sister Brown wasn't about to stop. She never wanted to stop!