Chapter 5
It was a tolerable wedding, as weddings went. Barbie was sweet and pink-faced in a knee-length white gown with veil, and Ken wore a modish tux outfit that looked mouthwateringly good on him. A small wedding-she was the only one of his family present-conducted by a bearded Unitarian minister. Wedding cake. Champagne. Pictures for the memory book. Toasts. Dancing. She'd been here before, Lorna thought, yawning. During the ceremony she toyed briefly with the idea of unzipping her tunic and letting her bare tits dance into view, but it wouldn't have accomplished anything. Instead, she kept her mouth shut, watched, listened, tested scheme after scheme, found them all wanting.
At the reception she drank very little, listened a lot. Ken had no time for her-he was too busy with his bride-but she did manage to catch her brother in a corner. Taking his hand, she planted a chaste, sisterly kiss of congratulation on his cheek, then whispered, "If you're not really busy, why don't we hop into a closet and knock off a quickie? Just to celebrate?"
"You bitch!" he hissed. "Don't you know when to stop?"
"I'll stop when they bury me," she smirked, waltzing away.
The bride and groom left early, even before the serious drinking got under way. Barbie's father got drunk as hell and dragged Lorna onto the floor for some dancing. She endured his bourbon-flavored breath, smiled resignedly when he copped a few ass-feels, and excused herself as soon as was decent. At the bar, filling her champagne glass, she felt someone touch her on the shoulder.
"Oh, hi," she said noncommittally, turning.
"You're Ken's sister, aren't you?" said a tall, sun-kissed dark-haired male.
She nodded, trying to place his face. He'd been in the groom's party, but who was he? Some college buddy of Ken's, she thought.
"I'm Tony Tennant," he went on. "I've never really had the chance to meet you, but this seems like a good opportunity, doesn't it?"
She smiled, neither a come-on nor a get-lost. Wait and see, she thought.
"Didn't Ken tell me you were a showgirl in Las Vegas, or something like that?"
"Not exactly," she replied, "though God knows what he might have told you. Showgirls are very tall, stacked, and they prance around on stage with their boobs showing. Hence the 'show', as in 'showgirl'. I'm a little more private in my habits. Actually, I play and sing in a small piano bar. Pop, rock, requests-I don't make Presley's salary, but I do pretty well." About $300 a week, plus tips, which usually matched the paycheck. It was a good living, even in Vegas, and she enjoyed performing -at the piano, in the bedroom.
"Oooops," he apologized, "I should have known you were too classy to be a chorus girl. Hey, uh, look-Ken and Barbie are long gone, and I don't know a soul here except you. What do you say we split? Get some dinner, maybe-"
"Maybe" was open-ended. It could have meant an art film or a disco or a bar or even a ride on the Staten Island Ferry. What it turned out to mean was a taxi ride to his apartment in the Village.
"It's nice," Lorna complimented, looking around. At the paintings on his walls, at the carpet on his floor, the books in his bookcase. Her fingers brushed the strings of his Spanish guitar. A college boy grown older, not up, she thought.
"Oh, is that a waterbed?" She knew damned well it was.
"Mmmm-hmmm," he said, coming up behind as she peered into the bedroom. Bead hangings rustled around her in the doorway, and she leaned forward, pushing her ass towards him. She rubbed herself on his crotch, a sexy little one-two, not blatantly-rather a challenge, to find out if he were man enough to respond.
He seemed to be. He put his arms around her, crossing them at the wrists, and his left hand was full of her right tit and vice versa. She sighed, boobs rising and falling as he squeezed them Knowingly, and then she straightened, hair brushing his face.
"Why not?" she said aloud, clearly, coolly, and-Why not?-again she thought silently. Ken probably had it bails-deep in Barbie by this time. Why shouldn't she celebrate his wedding, too?
She moved through the bead strings and Tony walked with her, still holding her by the tits. Besides, even a dud stud wasn't bad, if you laid him on a waterbed. It added a little to everybody's technique.
"I couldn't take my eyes off you the whole evening," Tony said earnestly, hurrying to undress. "Did you notice that I was staring at you?"
"Of course," she lied. Oh, why couldn't it be Ken?
He was stripped to his shorts, pulling them down to expose a limp but promising cock, before Loma had even undone the knot in which she'd fixed her blonde hair.
"You're cute," she told him, allowing her hair to fall upon her shoulders in a cascade of soft gold.
She undressed slowly, taking her time. He'd appreciate it that much more when he got it. She undid the silver chain-belt at her waist, then removed her tunic, slacks and shoes.
"Finish me," she breathed, joining him by the bed.
"God, I hope I can!" he laughed. "You have to one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen, ma." He stroked the cups of her brassiere. Firm." His hand slid down her tummy. "Soft as tin."
"And your for the night," she reminded him, steering one hand to the bra clasp between her tits. Smiling, he unsnapped her, and the cups fell away. Her knockers popped out, nipples hardening. Tony bent towards them, tongue lashing forth. She felt it on her paps, stroked his hair as he licked and toyed with her nipples, teased them to firmer extension. He put a hand around her waist, petting the panty-covered cheeks of her ass, then slipping inside to touch the warm bare flesh.
Lorna squirmed and lifted onto tiptoes as his middle finger eased into the crack of her butt. It diddled momentarily at her asshole, then slid through the columns of her thighs, rubbing her labes on the way. Back and forth his finger sawed, frictioning her pussy-lips, causing her clit to come out for an investigation, and she smiled. Not bad, she thought, even if he wasn't up to Ken's standard. But there were plenty worse, and if she were going to screw anyone this evening, she wanted it to be a decent, satisfactory person. Tony seemed to fit the bill.
"Take off your panties," he invited, nibbling on her tits.
Lorna put a hand down to join his, and together they peeled away her last shred of clothing. Naked and ready, she let him sweep her into his arms, and she lifted her face to take his kiss full on the mouth. His hands went low, cupping her ass, pulling her against him, and she rotated her pussy on the rising shaft of his prick. Stiffening now as it was, Tony's dick seemed more than promising. Maybe, she thought, maybe she was going to luck out tonight. Just like that cunt Barbie was lucking out, wherever she and Ken were.
Oh, God, it was a horrible thought! She could see them, plain as day Barbie with her legs high in the air, her body trembling with passion-Ken upon her-Ken in her with his hard, hot cock-both of them screaming and moaning as the tides of lust washed across their frantic fucking bodies-as they screwed one another to satiation time and again this honeymoon night-as Barbie stuffed herself full of the sexual power Lorna craved now, more than ever-
"Screw me," she told Tony. "Screw me deep, screw me hard, and screw me often. Make it good. Make it better than good. And if you're not man enough to take care of me, you'd better call for reinforcements now."
"Is your cunt insured?" he challenged in reply. "Because if it isn't, it should be."
He led her hand to the fully erected bulk of his cock, and bulky it was. Thick and pointy-tipped, a real wedge of a tool. Lorna stroked it, sorry only that it wasn't her brother's. She let his cock go and swan-dived onto the bed, laughing as it rocked and flowed beneath her. In a second Tony was at her side, rolling into a tangle of limbs and mouths.
Somehow she reversed herself, and he began to fondle the sensitive inner areas of her thighs. His fingers moved tantalizingly close to her moist pussy, arousing the gash but not yet directly touching it. Lorna sighed, wiggling her ass, and she took his cock in both hands. The end was already wet, a colorless liquid seeping from his cum-slit, and she added to that wetness with a liberal coating of her saliva. As her tongue lolled across the tip of Tony's rod, he pulled her onto his face, nose pushing up into the slight gape of her iwat.
"Oooooh, yeah," she hummed, breathing across his dick as she spoke. The water-filled mattress swayed beneath them and it was a pleasant sensation, almost like floating down the river with Huck Finn on a raft. Lazily, she opened her wet-lipped mouth and permitted his cock to venture inside.
He was quite energetic, by contrast, and she shifted her legs and butt as he plied his tongue in and out of her slit. Her clitoris was fully erect, not as big as his prick but a hell of a lot more responsive, and each time he kissed her button, Lorna felt a fresh ooze of girl-cum flow from her slice. She was wet and squishy in the cunt now, and it promised to get better. Tony had a clever trick of pulling at her inner cunt-lips with his mouth, shaking her labes within the naturally constricted area in much the same way a dog shook a bone, and occasionally he wormed his nose into the mouth of her pussy, where the muscular ring of tissue squeezed him joyously.
Still, he wasn't Ken. What was the difference? She wondered, sucking on Tony's pecker. To Tony, she was no more than a casual pickup who'd agreed to put out. They knew one another's names and they were getting acquainted with one another's sex organs. There was nothing more.
Ken-? Well, you couldn't fuck someone at fairly frequent intervals for thirteen years and not feel something toward them. In Lorna's case, it was something as close to romantic love, perhaps, as she would ever allow herself to get. And she was realizing now just how close.
Why couldn't Tony have been the one to meet and court Barbie-doll? Why did it have to be Ken? She sucked cock harder, trying not to think, and Tony moaned into her crotch.
"Take it easy, babe-don't bite my dick off!"
Chastened-it had been a long time since anyone had been forced to give her instructions on how to suck a cock-Lorna relaxed the tension of her jaws. She moved into a slower, more sensual type of oral love that allowed him to thrust deeply into her throat while her tongue played a rippling pattern of caress and stimulation around his cock. He seemed to appreciate it, and he moved gently against her lips, eager but not aggressive. His energy he put into the gobbling of her snatch, and occasionally he flicked her clit with his teeth, so sharply as to make Lorna jump and nearly strangle herself on his prong. But it was nice, and she found herself somehow relieved to be making it with someone who didn't mean a damned thing to her personally. After the nasty scenes with Ken this morning she was in the mood for some impromptu zipless fucking.
She came without warning, little ripples and contractions bursting through her pussy, a tingling glow in her tummy, and she pressed her cunt down upon his face, savoring the momentary pleasure, the comfort of his nose and lips upon her flesh. His tongue scooted across the swollen labes until her shuddering abated, and then he reached to touch her cheek.
"I want to fuck you now," he said.
Her jaws ached a little from sucking, and she was willing to release his cock.
"Call your shot," she invited. "You gave me my jollies and I'm ready to give you yours."
"On your belly," he suggested, running his hands across her warm, vibrant body. "I can't get over you, honey. What have I done to deserve you?"
You were in the right place at the right time, she thought smugly. And obedient to his wishes, Lorna rolled onto her belly, legs parted widely for his convenience. He moved between them stabbing with his cock. Loma humped her ass a little higher, feeling the bed rock beneath her stomach, and his prick was driving in, in-all-the-way-
"Oh, Christ," she moaned, "you're bigger than you look."
"And you're tighter than anyone would think. Don't you fuck at all? Jeez, oooh, talk about a snug fit!"
Easily, he molded himself to her shape, sliding a hand beneath her body to play with her tits once more. He was big but not heavy, and the bed floated so pleasantly that Lorna wasn't at all uncomfortable. She worked her ass in a rhythmic swiveling motion as he thrust his cock into her cunt, and the buildup of his stroking was gradual and enjoyable indeed.
By the time he'd worked his way to a fast, furious thrusting, Lorna was more than ready. She met each of his fuck-strokes with a clever variation of her own, and it was definite-this would be among her top ten zipless fucks of all time. Not the earth-shattering convulsive orgasms Ken could give her, sure, but if she were to die in the process of balling Tony tonight, the undertaker would have a hell of a time getting the smile off her face.
"Harder now, darling," she told him, but he was already stepping up his tempo, and she knew from his fast lunges that he was almost there. Relax and enjoy, she told herself, but that was no problem either. Her pussy was alive with warm feelings, it was dripping cream, and if he kept up his friction-fucking, there was no question that-
"I'm commmmmmiinnnnngggggg!" he sang, driving his cock up her cunt-hole six or seven times in blindingly swift succession, then ramming home and shuddering against her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Lorna cried out, a light, silvery cry that floated in the air like the peal of a tiny perfect bell. She closed her eyes and quivered, little needles of stimulation pricking every inch of her flesh. A fist seemed to open and close in the pit of her stomach. For a few moments of pleasure it was almost as if she were abed with Ken once more, but as the come-glow faded, inevitable reality stuck up its ugly head.
Oh, not so ugly. Tony was a personable, attractive man, probably about Ken's age, which made him a few years younger than Lorna, but hell-once you passed twenty, age didn't mean a damned thing. And he had a fine cock, a cock he knew how to use for a woman's satisfaction. Not to mention his tongue. Precious few women would be in the mood to let him get away short of a long-term affair, but Lorna was among that precious few. She doubted if she'd ever see or ball Tony again, after tonight, and it wasn't his fault at all.
She was still stretched on her tits and belly, grooving on the water-filled mattress as it swished and swayed beneath her body. Tony sat up beside her, lighting a joint. He took a deep hit and passed it to her. She didn't even raise her head as she smoked. This evening Loma was just drifting with the current. She liked the feeling.
"Do you want to hear your rating?" she asked.
"Do you give ratings?"
"Mmm-hmm. And for you, A-minus."
"Minus?"
"Mmm-hmmm. That way you have an incentive to get better."
He put his hand on her cunt, squeezing it from behind. She was sopping with his cum and her own, and he squished his fingers in the hot, dripping pie. "Mid-terms are coming up, baby."
She rolled over to face him, and they wrestled back and forth for supremacy. Lorna preferred to be on top, for she came more easily in that position, but when Tony propped himself above her, she didn't protest. Instead, she parted her legs, jiggling her body as he rubbed her slit with his cock-head. Life flowed into him like electricity, and in moments his prick was hard enough for fucking.
"Faster this time," she suggested. "Next time we'll do it really slow. If you're good for a next time."
"Do I get an A-plus if I am?"
"Could be. Depends on how you handle your exams. And Ms. Professor. Oooh, I like the way you're handling my nipples! Now why don't you quit fucking around, and start fucking?"
Even on the bottom, Lorna was in command. She directed him with her hands and her pussy and her legs and her lips, and he turned in an Oscar-worthy performance. By the time his cock got around to spitting sperm up her twat, she'd moaned her way through a pair of delicious matched orgasms, and she was ready for more.
"Are you trying to wear me out the first night?" he protested, stretching beside her. "Hey! I've got a dynamite idea! Didn't you say you were on vacation?"
"Mmmm-humm," she said lazily. "I have two weeks coming to me, if I decide to take it all right now."
"Well, I have a vacation due me, too. What if I took it now, and you and I split for some tropical hideaway? I'd like to get to know you a lot better, Lorna. What about Jamaica, or Martinique, or St. Croix? Nassau's getting kinda tacky. There's always Santa Catarina ..."
"Santa Catarina? I don't know that one."
"Wait till next season. It's about to be discovered. Ken and Barbie are lucky. They'll catch it now, you know? Dig it while it's still unspoiled. By next Christmas there'll be a MacDonald's hamburger joint on the beach and Reader's nicest will be offering vacation trips in their sweepstakes contest."
"Oh," Lorna said, "is that where Ken and Barbie are honeymooning? Santa Catarina?"
Ken hadn't said much when she asked him about his honeymoon plans. As if he were afraid she'd be so petty as to tag along and try to disrupt his marriage or something equally tasteless.
"Yeah," Tony said, not even noticing how her blue eyes had begun to gleam and sparkle. Or perhaps he thought her bright-eyed expression was a product of the fucking he'd given her. "So what do you say? Like to fly away with me for a week or so? I'd like to pound your ass in the sand. Hell, I'm ready to pound your ass right now! Come to daddy!"
"Uh ... no," she said, eluding his grasping hands. "I'd love to, but I just remembered something I have to do."
She picked up her clothes, hurried into them. As if, she thought, as if I'd follow them like some love-starved, pathetic puppy. As if I'd tag along and try to become the snake in their private Garden of Eden. As if. As if.. . Where'in the hell was Santa Catarina? It had to be in the West Indies. Someone at Kennedy should know, should be able to book her on a flight first thing in the morning.
"Is something wrong?" Tony asked.
"Of course not, darling!" Lorna assured him. "I had a marvelous time, but I have something to take care of. Lie still. I'll let myself out. Next time I'm in town, I'll definitely let myself in. Kiss-kiss."
With any luck at all, Santa C was close to the Dominican Republic, where a couple could be cheaply and legally divorced in about five minutes. And Lorna had just begun to fight.