Chapter 3
"No, of course not-it's fine. I-I don't-just a minute, please, Barb." He cupped his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and cast imploring eyes at Lorna. She only smiled, a sweet, knowing smile, and once again her tongue fluttered up the underside of his cock.
He was squirming so frantically it was all she could do to hold his cock in place for her licking. Lorna sighed, used her tongue like a washcloth on the red knobby end of his cock, and for a moment she savored the taste of his last orgasm, where the cum had begun to dry beneath his cock-head.
"Yes, darling?" Ken said into the telephone just as Lorna opened her mouth and stuffed his prick inside. She didn't waste a second. She began to move her head up and down in a pattern of furious cock-sucking which, she knew quite well, easily ranked among the ten or fifteen horniest blow-jobs she'd ever given anyone. Her entire mouth, from lips to voice box, was at his disposal, and his cock managed to make use of nearly all she offered. He thrust so deeply into her throat she feared she might strangle, but she didn't stop sucking for so small-minded a reason. Her head twisted from side to side, pulling feverishly at his cock, and he twisted and squirmed, too, participating against his will but participating all the same.
She wanted to laugh, overhearing the solemn, forced evenness of his voice as he spoke to Barbie, as he told her how much he loved her, how much he anticipated their life together, and since she couldn't laugh-not with his cock jammed into her hungry mouth-Lorna compensated by sucking like a vampire. She brushed back her hair with one hand, clasped his balls with the other, and she sucked. God in heaven, how she sucked! Her jaws ached from the clenched pressure she was applying to his prick, and her tongue would probably be in a permanent state of depression, thanks to the weight of his prick on it, with this chance was too much to pass by. She had to do him now, to humiliate him in the face of her rival, so to speak; and when her eyes glanced up to take in his expression, she knew that it was working.
Her fingers rolled his stones inside their ball-bag. and he twitched anxiously as his jewels banged together, separated, then banged again. Men were so fragile, she thought half in contempt, half in love. Their nuts were so tender, so necessary, and at the same time so unprotected. Sometimes she wondered how a man could even sit down on a hard chair without doing permanent damage to his delicate, dangling scrotum. But most men, she had found, also enjoyed the love-pain a woman could inflict on balls by using her fingers or lips in just the right way, and dear sweet Ken was no exception to that rule. His face was pale, and his eyes were shut tight, and she knew precisely what that expression on his face signified. How could he carry on a conversation with Barbie while his sister was blowing him like a tornado? Little brother must have some hidden reservoir of strength and composure which Lorna had not yet forced him to expose. Not until now. But could he hold out forever? She doubted it very seriously.
To test that doubt, Lorna suddenly removed her mouth from the end of his dick. He was spit-frothy all the way from knob to base, and the tip of his dick was creamy with tiny spurting releases of lubricant he'd not been able to hold back during her deep-throat blow-job. She held his cock firmly, licking away the premature bubbles of cum, and then she eased forward, raising herself higher as she moved.
"Try this." she invited, moving her lips silently to form the words. Ken looked as if he'd seen a ghost. Lorna trapped his cock between her full, pink-capped tits, and she swayed back and forth, jerking him off in her cleavage. Thank God her tits were big enough for this particular gambit, she thought, loving the way his prick seemed to friction her tit-flesh, to set it afire the way a Boy Scout rubs sticks together and creates flames. Barbie's boobs were like hard little oranges, set high on her chest. Sweet-looking titties, round and firm, but certainly not large enough to treat Ken to a trip like his sister could give him, so easily, so willingly.
As his cock moved between her knockers, the tip bumped time and again on Lorna's mouth. She met it with her tongue, lapping the cum-flavored secretions he was leaking more vigorously with each additional stroke, and she made her tits an even tighter glove upon his cock.
Her nipples were up, hard and hot and tingly to the touch, and she wondered if she weren't about to come herself, just from the naughty pleasure of servicing Ken while he tried to carry on a rational conversation with his lady-love. Lorna discovered that if she humped in a certain way, her pussy could pick up a delicious amount of stimulation from the backs of her folded legs, and she made her cunt bump-bump-bump, sighing as the pleasure blossomed and spread. She was very wet between the legs, almost as wet as if he'd been fucking her. and she added new rhythmic variations to the way she rocked herself.
His cock was swollen incredibly-about eight inches long, she knew from measuring it, and two inches in diameter. Her tits were hot and itchy where its barrel stroked between their clutching curves, and she found herself opening her mouth to let him slip in his knobby tip when he pressed forward. And he was cooperating, she was well aware. As always, he was telling her no with his mouth and yes, yes, yes with his cock. She loved the discrepancy.
Again and again she opened her mouth, licking and nibbling the end of Ken's dong as it sprang up to flog her mouth, and she cradled his prick so possessively her tits ached and throbbed with the effort. But it was having its effect, too. His cock was reddened, especially the very tip, where she had used her mouth with such one-track-minded eagerness, and the slit which creased the end of his rod was raw and slickly wet.
She flicked at that opening, the slice from which he let fly his piss and his cum, and she tried to drive her tongue into it, worming and burrowing even though she knew it to be physically impossible. But each pass of her tongue made Ken jerk his cock back, away from her, and the promise of being so loved again made his dick spring forward, shoving between her tits, straight for her mouth once more. She wasn't listening now, and she didn't care what he was telling Barbie. Lorna knew damned well that he liked what he was getting at this end, and that as long as he liked it, he was hers. Irrevocably.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" she gurgled, leaning towards his cock in a reversal of the standard pattern. She caught him by surprise,-in the midst of a forward stroke, and more of his cock entered her mouth than usual. She forced her head towards him even more, and the swollen corona was in her, as was the shaft well past the circumcision scar. Loma squeezed with her tits, refusing to budge her head an inch, and she licked mad circles around the knob of his cock. Ken groaned and she knew what that groan meant. He was ready to come. She'd done it again.
Any other time, of course, she'd have sucked his knob until the warm goo flooded her mouth, and she'd have capped the act by guzzling his sperm, as she always did; but for now, something else definitely seemed called for.
Lorna pulled her head back, tongue shooting out to lick her brother's cock as it slipped from her mouth, and she held it between her tits, licking and flipping until the first real blast of his orgasm spurted into her flushed, lovely face.
She worked her tits on his rod then, giving him a hand-job with her boobies, and his cock gushed like a volcano, spraying his cream upon her. Thick lashings of sperm blasted Lorna's face,, spewing onto her nose, her cheeks, her lips, into the blonde hair that had swept low across her forehead, and she was receiving a cum-bath of delightful quantity. Again she worked her tits, teasing his dick into spurting still more cum upon her, and by that time some of the flowing trails of Ken's jism had trickled into her opened, smiling mouth. She reached with her tongue to capture them, fully aware that Ken had given vent to a soul-shaking cry at the moment of his explosion, a moan that must have astonished the hell out of his fiancée on the line.
"N-N-No, n-n-nothing's wr-wr- I'm okay, hon, really. I-I just had some gas or something. Oh, listen, Barbie, I'll call you in a little while. I think somebody's at the door. Good bye, baby, and remember, I love you more than anything, anyone else in the whole world. Bye!" He concluded almost defiantly, hanging up the phone and staring down at Lorna as she smeared his jizm onto her features, as she used . her fingers to wipe the bubbles of cum from his dick, as she licked those fingers dry with smacks of delight.
When she knew that he was looking, she raised her eyes to his, raised them with an unspoken challenge. His cock was still wet and shining from the moisture of her mouth and his ejaculation, and she dried it with her palms, rubbing vigorously to keep the cock almost as hard as it had been between her tits.
"Cool save," she complimented. "But gas?" Loma shook her head. "It's more like oil," she advised Ken. "Sweet, sweet oil. Incense. Nectar, perhaps." She caught a thick bead of his cum that had struck the flare of her nose, and she licked daintily at the finger which held the pearl. "Do you still want it all to be over? Me and you? Do you really want that, darling?"
"Why?" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. "Why in the name of God do you do this to me? You've been married and divorced. You've had Christ knows how many affairs. You could have any man you wanted, just by twitching your gorgeous ass. So why. Loma, why do you insist on making my life a hell on earth?"
"Hell on earth? Hell of a blow-job is more like it! And so what if I've been married and divorced, and shacked up more times than you could count up on your pocket calculator? That doesn't matter. You're the only man I've ever really cared about. Ken, and I think that this time you'd know it.
Oh, damn it, you're the one making the problems."
"First, you call me in Vegas and tell me that you're getting married. And that you'd appreciate it if I didn't come to the wedding. Because, as you put it, what we had is all in the past and you want to start out with this Barbie-doll and a clean slate. Well, it seems to me that if you were serious about any of that, you'd have just gone ahead and gotten married and told me later. You knew that I'd drop everything and fly east, which is precisely what I did. You weren't even surprised when I strolled into your office this afternoon and gave you a remarkably chaste kiss in front of your tit-less secretary. And I don't recall having had to use a whip and chain to get you out of your clothes and into the sack. You came, if you'll pardon the pun, with a minimum of difficulty. Actually, darling, I think I'm the one who's being put upon, having to abase myself this way."
She petted his cock as she spoke, and the organ refused to go completely soft. It wasn't rigid now, not rigid enough for fucking at least, but Lorna knew that it could be, and very soon, if she wanted to be fucked.
"All right, Ken. What I'm trying to say is this. When we were too young to know better, we transgressed the Judeo-Christian moral code to a slight degree. It was fantastic for me, and I know that it was great for you, too. And it's affected my life, to the extent that I still dig it, fucking with you. Just as you dig it with me. I've had plenty of other men, and they don't stack up in comparison. But now you want to put it all in the past, just like that." She snapped her fingers. "And it can't be done, Ken. I can't go cold turkey, no more than i could quit cigarettes cold turkey, no more that I could quit eating cold turkey. Maybe you could taper me off, but I doubt it. Still I'd wake up craving you, and go to bed craving you, and all through the time between I'd be day-dreaming about your cock inside me, thrusting, piercing, making me ooze with ecstasy.
"But I don't want all your life. What I want is only what I'm entitled to-the right to have you when I need you, when you need me. Is that too much to ask? Is this Barbie such an insatiable nymphomaniac that you have to put everything you have into keeping her semi-calm? Do we have to break it off completely just because some red-headed twit with freckles and green eyes gave you a wink and you thought her asshole was the rising and setting of the goddamned sun--"
She hadn't meant for it to get that far, but the resentment was showing and she'd spoken the words. It was too late to call them back. Ken's face reddened and he knocked her hands away from his cock. Hastily he arose, stepping past her.
"You're nothing but a slut, Lorna," he said angrily, "and I won't allow you to talk about Barbie in that tone. She's everything you can never be. She's clean and she's pure and she's decent, and I pray to whatever God may be that she can help me get over this sick, disgusting relationship you forced me into all those years ago. Sometimes-sometimes, Loma, especially when I'm with Barbie and she's shining her light on me-sometimes I wish I'd died before you and I ever got started, so that I wouldn't have the shame of it on me now. I'll admit it-I'm weak, too weak to resist you when you turn it on-but Barbie is the strength I've needed. With her on my side I won't yield again. And that's the way it ought to be I won't let you use me forever. I won't let you use me again. Never, again."
Lorna was astonished. "You sound as if you despise me!" she cried.
"Maybe I do," he told her stone-faced. "And maybe someday you and I will be able to relate like a normal brother and sister. But what you just did, what we just did-it was the last time, Lorna. The very last time. Ever. And I mean it. I really mean it. I'm finally crawling out of the mud, and I only hope that you can find the strength to do it, too."
Mud? she thought. Where in the hell did mud come into it? What kind of trip was he on? Had he given a dollar to some street-bumming Jesus freak and gotten converted? How could he equate the exciting joy they'd shared with anything dirty or filthy? Inside, Lorna still glowed from that fucking by the mirror, not to mention the matches and rematches of last night and all their past encounters as well. And now he was trying to bring her down this way? If anyone was sick, it was her baby brother, by God!
He'd never been this puritanical before. Oh, he'd been scared at first, and once in a while he seemed to have a little quilt trip riding on his shoulders, but-it had to be that bitch Barbie! Maybe she was the morality freak. Maybe she was giving off holy-roller vibes and warping Ken's mind. Oh, God. that had to be it! Lorna hadn't met Barbie yet-until day before yesterday she'd not guessed the cunt even existed-and she wouldn't meet her prospective sister-in-law till tonight, at the wedding. But when she did come face to face with the bitch, why, she'd- How many years did they give you for first-degree murder in this state? With mitigating circumstances?
Barbie-doll had broken up the sweetest, best thing in Lorna Parker's life, and she would pay for it. Fucking straight! She would pay through the cunt!