Darla had hiccups. Her roommates, Beth and Carla, had her try everything. Holding her breath.

Hic.

Breathing into a paper bag.

Hic.

A spoonful of sugar.

Hic.

Drinking from the wrong side of the cup.

Hic.

They even tried frightening her.

Boo!

Hic!

Finally they resorted to tickling.

“Hee, hee, hee. Hic, hic, hic.”

“Guys,” Darla moaned, “I’m so, hic, misera-hic-bull.”

“There’s only one thing for it,” Beth said.

“What?” Darla bit her lips. “Hic.”

“Sex!” Beth said.

“Yeah, but my boy-hic-friend’s in, hic, Montreal for the, hic, debate thing. Until next, hic, Tuesday. I’ll never last till then. Hic.”

Beth and Carla conferred. “This is an emergency,” they agreed. “You can borrow our boyfriends. It wouldn’t be cheating. It would be for medicinal purposes.”

“You’re, hic, sure?”

Beth and Carla called Dan and Kirk. They arrived at the apartment a few minutes later. A few minutes after that Darla was in bed, lying on her back, Dan kissing one of her breasts, Kirk the other. Beth and Carla looked on. “Is it working?” they asked.

Darla sighed. Darla hic’d.

“Touch her pussy,” Beth suggested.

Kirk caressed Darla’s pubis while Dan kissed her mouth. Beth and Carla pinched Darla’s nipples. Kirk’s fingers moved to Darla’s clitoris. “She’s really soaking,” he reported. His tongue sluiced her sex lips. “Hic, hic, hic,” went Darla into Dan’s mouth.

“You’re going to have to fuck her, boys,” Carla said. Dan and Kirk moved into position, Dan underneath, his cock buried in Darla’s cunt, Kirk on top, his prick deep in Darla’s asshole.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Darla panted.

“That’s it,” Carla and Beth urged. “Fuck the hiccups out of her!”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Darla gasped. “I’m com-hih-hih-hing.”

Afterwards, they waited. Darla smiled. “I’m cured. Thanks!”

Beth and Carla looked at each other.

“Hic.” “Hic.”