“His Damn Brother!”
A Michael Jackson Erotic Short Story By:
MJsLoveSlave
( Featuring Randy Jackson)
Gillingswater Towers
San Diego, California
June first, nineteen eighty-five, was a day that would live on infamy for the rest of Lorna Farnsworth’s life.
The day had begun normally enough for twenty-one-year old. She had gotten up, and made breakfast for her boyfriend of eighteen months, Randy Jackson, who had stayed over, sleeping off the one too many beers he had drank at dinner the night before.
Then, still a little loopy, Randy had agreed to take Lorna to the mall to go shopping and had spent the greater part of the day hopping from one boutique to the next, using his credit card so much, the plastic nearly melted.
Lorna was fairly happy and content as she and Randy, each toting about a dozen shopping bags between them, came into the apartment. As Lorna was setting down the bags in the living room, Randy was moving over towards the phone, saying he was going to reserve a table for the two of them at their favorite Japanese restaurant.
Starting to pick up the receiver, Randy informed Lorna that she had a missed message on her answering machine.
Lorna, distracted trying to decide which one of the ten new party dresses she’d just bought to wear out that night, absently told Randy to play the message.
And that’s when all Hell broke wild, free and loose.
“Hey Lorna, Baby! Just calling to tell you I had a fantastic time Thursday night. I would have called you back sooner, but I tell you, girl…after the way we went at each other, I’ve had to stay in bed these last few days. I was so damn exhausted, but it was worth it. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before in my life. There’s still a mess all on my walls! You’re too damn perfect, you just won’t quit. Can’t wait to see you again! I’m thinking about flying out to Martha’s Vineyard for a weekend. And I don’t want to go alone! Call me, you know the number, Baby…”
Lorna, still holding the black and white striped satin dress in her hands, was staring down at it afraid to even breathe. A cold, fierce and frightened sweat began to trickle down her back.
Almost instantly, she knew she was in trouble. Big, horrible, awful trouble. More trouble than she had ever been in, in her entire natural life.
That voice…that light and soft, almost musical male voice on the phone was not Randy Jackson’s voice. It was not an old message that Randy had left some week before and Lorna hadn’t noticed it until then.
If only it had been. If only it could have been that simple.
No…that voice that had been so merry on the phone belonged to Michael.
Michael Jackson, Randy’s older brother by three years!
Across the room, still by the phone, Randy Jackson was markedly silent. It was this silence that frightened Lorna. She had come to know Randy’s emotions fairly well and whenever Randy was angered or upset, he’d usually get loud. Screaming, yelling, that sort of thing.
She’d never heard the twenty-three-year old man be quiet like that.
Slowly, not trying to make any sudden moves, Lorna turned her head, wondering what Randy was doing…how he was taking it. Trying to gauge his reaction.
Randy Jackson, dressed in a silver sleeveless shirt and matching trousers, a darker sweater tied at his hips, stood, staring down at the answering machine plainly. His plumps lips, under a pencil-thin line of a mustache, were slightly parted, the only give away of his shock. He still held the receiver of her phone, in the shape of a leopard print pump, in his hand.
Still holding the phone, Randy very slowly, and in a measured tone, spoke, still staring down at the answering machine.
“ Was…was that my brother? ”
Tears of remorse began to pool in Lorna’s grey eyes and start flowing down her cheeks.
“Randy--” She wept, putting a hand to her mouth as Randy repeated,
“ Was that Michael? Was that my goddamned brother on your answering machine, Lorna? Saying you gave him an orgasm!?! You gave my BROTHER a goddamned ORGASM? ”
Before Lorna could reply, that yes, it was Michael, rage began to take Randy at this abrupt revelation of betrayal.
Lifting the pump phone, Randy, handsome face contorting, began beating the receiver against the answering machine, breaking the receiver, but doing relatively no harm to the machine.
No harm that is, until he grabbed it, yanked it from the wall and slammed it to the floor, causing it to explode in a mess of black plastic and wires at his feet.
( Author’s Note: I’ve always heard that Randy had something of a hair-trigger temper and I really wanted to exploit that in this sequence.)
Randy glared down at the shattered remains, his entire body seeming to heave and tremble with anger.
Through gritted teeth, she heard Randy snarl,
“ You b*tch! ”
In the next moment, Randy was racing across the room at Lorna, not even giving her a chance to try to flee, he was already there, gripping her so tightly by her biceps, lifting her off her feet, all she could do was cry in pain.
Shaking her so hard, her head bobbed and her shoulder length, crimped dark brown hair was swishing, Randy was yelling into her face.
“You got the nerve to cheat on me? On me? Steven Randall Jackson? Are you out your f*cking mind? Of all the damn people walking around the city, you chose to f*ck with my brother? My damn brother? Are you out your f*cking mind, you sl*t? You f*cked my brother and gave him an orgasm? My damn brother ? ”
“Randy! I’m sorry! Randy--please! Please, Randy!”
Lorna was pleading through the saltwater in her eyes. Kicking, she was desperately trying to free herself, frightened of just what Randy might do. And if she’d survive it.
Still clutching her, Randy pulled Lorna close to him, his dark eyes wide and brimming over with hatred as he barked at her,
“ How long? How long you been screwing Michael? How long you been screwing his ass? You better tell me right now, because if I have to go ask him …” Randy never did complete that threatening statement, and scared, Lorna cried,
“ Since Christmas! Christmas! He was full of eggnog and brandy, and kept coming onto me. I let him kiss me. It just led on from there--Randy! I didn’t mean for it to happen! Not like this--AAAAHHHH! ”
Lorna screamed as Randy swiftly threw her back, sending her flying through the air, causing her to collide with the table behind her couch.
As she slumped to the floor, her hip aching, Randy shrieked.
“ You been f*cking my brother for SIX MONTHS? SIX MONTHS? That‘s a third of the time you‘ve been with me. That‘s once every three days, you was lying up under Michael! On top of him. Rolling on his d*ck! ”
The bags of clothing that had just been bought were thrown onto Lorna.
“ I must be a goddamned fool. I just went out and spent thousands on nice clothes for you. I got news for yo’ ass, Lorna! You may dress real well and be real pretty, but under the expensive labels and MAC cosmetics, you’re nothing but a cheap and common wh*re! ”
Dropping down to one knee, Lorna gasped as she was jerked by her collar.
The last thing she could remember was seeing the open palm of Randy’s hand coming down on her. Then there was nothing but stars dancing before her eyes and her cheek burned like it was on fire.
Pushing Lorna to the hardwood floor, leaning down over her, Randy whispered harshly in her ear, as he was pulling at his own, thick, black curls.
“ I gotta get the Hell outta here, ‘cause if stay, I might end up in a f*cking jail tonight. B*tch, f*cking my brother! I hate you! ”
( Author’s Note: It’s funny thinking of Randy with hair, since he’s bald as a cue ball now!)
Crying into the floor, Lorna could only watch as Randy stood, the patent leather of his red shoes gleaming, and stomped swiftly away, slamming the door behind him so hard, a painting crashed to the floor.
The entire apartment fell silent, the only sound was Lorna panting for air, and groaning, clutching at her cheek as it began to swell from the slap Randy had delivered upon her.
As she gripped the side of the table she had been thrown into, and was trying to pull herself upright, another thought began racing in her mind.
She had to get to the other phone, in her bedroom.
She had to call Michael! Warn him that Randy was on the warpath, and was possibly on his way to his apartment to do him bodily harm. Or worse .
Staggering into her bedroom, she was so angry with herself.
Oh, how could she have gotten swept up into a mess like that? Why had she let Michael kiss on her at his parent’s Christmas party. He’d drank so much eggnog, he’d practically swam in his mother’s lead crystal punchbowl.
Michael had approached her late that night when she had gone to retrieve her and Randy’s coats when the party had begun to wind down.
Michael, looking so boyishly charming in a red sweater with a Christmas tree that actually lit up on it, and stinking of the damn brandy he’d spiked his eggnog with, had cornered Lorna in that upstairs room. Told her she looked gorgeous in her green party dress…
And then he was kissing her. Hugging her to his body, the lights on that stupid sweater tree blinking between them. He’d told her he wanted to see her…away from Randy. He’d whispered his phone number into her ear and told her he’d be expecting her call that following Monday, once the holidays were over.
And so it had began, the secret rendezvous.
Randy was typically gone most of the day, working downtown as a piano instructor. Michael’s schedule was far more flexible.
Michael was employed off and on as a freelance writer for the San Diego Scrambler, the second largest newspaper in the city.
While Randy was out tickling the ivories, Michael was in, tickling Lorna.
They had always been so careful, else meeting at her apartment or Michael’s condo. Never appearing in public at all.
Lorna had never wanted Randy to find out. No one in their right mind would! Oh, this was such a mess!
Reaching the phone, Lorna punched in the numbers and as the line rang, she began to sob all over again.
After several rings, Michael answered the phone in his typical jolly manner, but instantly filled with concern when he realized that Lorna was in tears.
“ Mike…Randy knows…he heard the message you left me…about last Thursday. He knows about us. I think he’s coming for you…Michael, I think he’s gonna kill you. I’ve never seen him like this! Michael--HE KNOWS! ”
The line fell quiet for a few minutes, as Michael gathered himself, only saying,
“ Holy sh*t, oh no! ”
Lorna could hear the gears in his head grinding. After nearly ten minutes with no words spoken, Michael told her seriously,
“ Go wash your face. I’ll be outside your building in fifteen minutes. If Randy comes back, you run and call the police! You understand me? The police! I’ll be there quick! ”
With that the line went dead. Lorna lingered, on the side of her bed, wondering just what Randy would do, if his own brother was advising her to call the police if he returned to her apartment.
Doing as Michael had said, Lorna went into her bathroom and cleaned her face, but never looked in the mirror.
She couldn’t stand the sight of herself. Not right now.
A quarter-hour later, Lorna stood on the sidewalk, in the balmy, waning twilight as a sleek, white convertible pulled up to the curb, its top down.
Behind the wheel, wearing a bright yellow sweater vest over a white shirt and jeans, was Michael Jackson.
If it weren’t for the look of complete distress on his face, anyone would passing by would have thought Michael was taking Lorna out on a date.
It was the dates that had caused the problem in the first place.
Leaning over, he pushed open the passenger side door for her.
As Lorna got in and they pulled out into traffic, Michael was apologetic,
“Lorna…I’m so sorry. If I knew that message was going to cause so much trouble, I would have never left it. I didn‘t mean for him to find out like this. Damn it. ”
“And you think I did?…” Lorna shook her head, staring out the car, but seeing nothing that flew by as Michael merged onto the expressway.
“… I shouldn’t have done anything with you to start with. You’re Randy’s older brother. It’s just wrong on so many levels. Oh God!”
Silence emerged between the two of them, Lorna biting on her nails nervously, and Michael staring ahead at the road grimly.
After a while, Lorna noticed that Michael didn’t seem to be driving back to his apartment building, which was only a few miles from her place.
“Where are we going Michael?” She questioned, for a second wondering if he was fleeing with her to Mexico to hide out from Randy’s rage.
Still watching the darkened road ahead of them, Michael replied softly,
“If I know my brother well enough, I have a good idea of where he is right now.”
At the idea that Michael was actually seeking Randy, she couldn’t help but inquire,
“Have you lost your damn mind? Randy might kill you. He’s so angry. I’ve never seen him like this Michael. He wants to hurt you. I know he does!”
God the last thing Lorna wanted was for either man to hurt the other. But with the way Randy had turned into the Devil himself there was really no telling just what he was capable of. Lorna had witnessed that with her own eyes. Her cheek still hurt from it.
Weaving in and out of traffic, and onto an exit ramp, Michael glanced at Lorna, before asking,
“Do you want Randy back? Do you want him now that our secret is out Lorna?”
Without a moment’s reflection, Lorna was bobbing her head wildly,
“ Yes! Yes, I want him back! I love him. We’ve been together for a year and half and I’ve known him for years! I want him back--if he’ll take me!”
Michael thoughtfully rubbed at his pointed chin, before adding,
“You love Randy…how do you feel about me?”
Now it was Lorna’s turn to be speechless, unsure of what to say.
“Well…I am attracted to you, Michael. You and Randy are both really good-looking men. I like being around you both. You’re really nice to me…Sometimes I feel like I’m in love with you and Randy. If it’s possible to be in love with two people at the same time.”
Lorna confessed tentatively, feeling more mixed up than ever.
Michael nodded, but said nothing else, as he was pulling his car to a stop along side of a park, turning off the ignition.
“You see that restaurant?” He wondered, pointing across the street, to a small bistro called Luigi’s.
“Yeah?” Lorna answered shrugging.
“If I know Randy well enough, right now he’s in there packing himself with veal parm, and drowning his sorrows in white wine. He’d been dragging his ass here whenever he gets upset since we were little--” Michael started and Lorna interrupted him,
“How do you know he’s there?”
Michael’s long finger shifted to the packed parking lot next to the eatery. And the lime green Mercedes sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of the vehicles. Randy’s Mercedes.
Sinking in her seat, Lorna whimpered, “I don’t know how a plate of veal can make him feel better after what I’ve done. I don’t know of anything that could make him feel better, Michael. Aside from murdering us. ”
Lorna noticed that Michael raised a jaunty brow at her, but remained quiet as he got out of the car, rounding it and helping her out, looping his arm through hers.
As they crossed the street to the restaurant, Lorna was inwardly praying that there was nothing for Randy to stab Michael with.
Inside the warm and inviting building, Michael spotted his sibling right off the bat.
Seated in a booth, alone, in the far corner of the dining room, Randy Jackson was indeed eating a large plate of veal parmesan, two empty bottles of wine on his table and a third half gone.
Lorna was stiff with fright, as Michael all but dragged her over to his table.
Randy, concentrating on his eating, had his head down sprinkling red pepper flakes on his meat.
Michael opened his mouth to speak, and both he and Lorna jumped when Randy, never looking up, hissed,
“ You two mother****ers need to get the Hell out of my sight. Because if I get up from this table, you’re gonna need an ambulance. I got nothing to say to yo’ asses. ”
Lorna tried to flee, but was held in place, as Michael, boldly, or insanely, slipped into the seat across from his brother, pulling her along with him.
Michael’s slim, and glossed lips parted as he prepared to say something.
Randy, gulping his wine from a piece of glass stemware, talked over him, demanding dryly,
“ How’d you manage to get my woman to sleep with yo’ TB-fied looking ass, Michael? How’d you get Lorna to f*ck you? Yo’ ass must have nuts the size of basketballs to go after your brother’s woman!--the Hell you even thought to go after her? ”
Appearing nervous at the outright interrogation, Michael shrugged and half-laughed.
“I don’t know, man, one thing just led to another…”
Shaking his head, face stony, Randy scoffed,
“ Ain’t that always the way? ”
Lorna trembled as her boyfriend focused on her for the first time.
“ You’re being mighty damn quiet Lorna.” Randy pointed out, cutting up more of his veal and eating it. “ Why are you on hush-mouth now? I thought you’d have plenty to say, since Michael doesn’t have his d*ck down your throat!”
Humiliated, Lorna stared down into her lap while Michael, upset at the way Randy was treating her, called him on it.
“That was uncalled for, Randy--”
“ Michael… ”
Randy was waving his knife in his brother’s direction. As the light bounced off the blade, Michael sucked in his lips, obviously worried. “You need to shut yo’ mouth, before I carve my initials into you. No go on, take that little sl*t with you. You can have her. I’m trying to eat and y’all turning my stomach. Kick rocks! I done cooled off some, if I get fired up again…LEAVE ME ALONE! I‘m in a stabby mood and I will poke holes in both of y‘all philanderin‘ asses!”
Lorna was ready to hop up and run with Randy brandishing that weapon, when Michael said something strange.
“ Steven Randall, I can’t believe you’re acting up like this…especially when we used to talk about that “thing” when we were younger. ”
Lorna was clueless as to what that “thing” was, but did see that the hardened, violent glaze to Randy’s eyes seemed to dissolve at whatever Michael was referring to.
Voice softer than it had been all day, Randy appeared startled and gasped,
“ She agreed to that? ”
“What?” Lorna, unable to keep a lid on her mounting curiosity was asking as she was looking between the Jacksons.
Scratching at his loose curls, Michael’s voice dropped to a whisper,
“When Randy and I were teenagers, we used to always wonder what it would be like to have a ménage a trois with some chick, but we never could find a woman to participate--”
“ Unless-- ” Randy put in and both men were gazing on her hopefully.
Lorna was dumbstruck. Less than an hour ago, Randy had been the epitome of fury, tearing her apartment to shreds, for sleeping with his brother, and now he had the all-fired gall to suggest sleeping with them both at the same time?
Dejected, she growled,
“Randy Jackson, what kind of girl do you take me for--”
“What’s the f*cking difference?” Randy threw his head back cackling. “You’ve had both our c*cks in you anyway, why not let us tag-team you?”
Pinching her arm, Michael reasoned,
“You did say you loved both of us. Why not have both of us?
You KNOW we‘re nasty! And you‘re nasty too. We can be nasty together. ”
Lorna had the nerve to contemplate this new dilemma. Sleeping with both of the Jacksons.
She looked to Randy and Michael. Both men were so handsome, so sexy, it would be sheer madness NOT to agree to it, and before she had fully decided she was nodding, her hair swaying.
She gripped Randy’s wrist and warned him,
“You better not raise all kinds of sh*t about this afterwards. Because I’ll carve MY initials into you, got it?”
Grinning in victory, Randy picked up his white napkin and waved it like a flag, declaring a truce.
Wiping his mouth, he stood and said simply,
“ Let’s go. ”
It was decided that they would all meet back at Lorna’s apartment, since it seemed to be Ground Zero for their trysts anyway.
As Lorna rode back with Randy, she couldn’t help but stare at him, and wonder how she could have been talked into such a thing.
A threesome with Randy and Michael Jackson.
There was an awkward stillness in Lorna Farnsworth’s apartment that night. For about the last half hour, Lorna had sat in the center of the couch, Michael to her right and Randy to her left.
Neither of them making a move the whole time.
She glanced at Randy, he was staring around the room, eyes hopping here and there. He wasn’t even looking at her!
With a sigh, she went to peek at Michael, and saw he was staring directly at her, his carefully sculpted brows flexing, as a cool smile came to his lips.
Just that quickly, the process was initiated, as Michael Jackson leaned forward, mashing his tender mouth to hers, kissing her. Hugging onto Michael, he was forcing his little damp tongue into her mouth, nearly making her swoon on the spot.
Suddenly, Lorna was pulled away from him and leaned back, with Randy was hovering over her.
Randy Frenched Lorna, like his brother had, but his method was a bit freakier. Sticking his tongue out at Lorna, she met it with hers, both, pink and flicking at each other in the air.
“ That’s nasty …” Michael chuckled from behind Lorna, watching the spectacle.
Drawing his tongue back into his mouth, Randy’s eyelids were starting to droop, a look Lorna had seen all too many times.
Randy was hot. He was turned on.
And so was Lorna.
Making out with her boyfriend and her lover was something of a strange sordid dream come true.
Hand on her shoulder, Randy told her point blank, in a lusty tone,
“ I want my d*ck on your breath…suck me, girl …”
It was only a matter of time before Randy requested head. It seemed like he couldn’t have sex without it, and complying, Lorna slipped off the couch onto the rug, resting on her knees, as Randy leaned back against the cushions of the couch, untucking his shirt and unzipping his trousers.
A few seconds later, through the open fly, Randy was freeing his c*ck and balls. No underwear had to be moved out the way, as Randy had never worn them as long as Lorna had known him.
Randy Jackson was a very natural man, his groin being graced by a rather substantial cloud of thick black curls, that were concentrated on the top of his pubis, around the base of his shaft and covered his round, brown gems.
His pen*s, at the moment just lying there, was the same fine shade of chocolate brown as he was, quite long and massive, it boasted a flap of foreskin, that, as Randy began to stroke himself, revealed a tip that was rudely pink.
As Lorna situated herself in front of Randy, he was playfully tapping his girth against her lips.
“Come on, Baby…” He urged still smacking her with it.
“Open wide…”
Winking at him, Lorna chuckled,
“ Don’t I always?”
Michael, still an observant doubled over at the remark, as Randy was loading himself into Lorna’s mouth.
Taking both hands, Lorna began to stroke on Randy, passing her mouth up and down on him.
Michael wiggled slightly, as eyes still on Lorna he was pulling his vest off and throwing it behind the couch, and starting to loosen his bowtie.
At the same time, Randy was unbuttoning his top and removing it, revealing his wonderfully muscular torso.
Pinching at his nipples, Randy mumbled,
“ God damn, I never get tired of you doing that to me, Lorna. Sh*t, if I could get sucked 24/7. ..”
Falling back against the cushions, Randy placed his hand into Lorna’s hair and was gradually pushing her down further onto him, until she actually had to take her hands from him as her face was being mashed into the hair on his crotch.
Off to the side, Lorna heard Michael point out,
“Hey, let her up! You’ll choke her doing that!”
“ Aw, shut the f*ck up, Mike! She knows I like it like this! ”
Randy snapped and just to spite Michael, held his girlfriend down like that a few moments more before releasing her.
Sitting back on her heels and trying to catch her breath, Lorna noticed that Michael had his pants undone, them and his mint green briefs down around his ankles, his white shirt open. His bowtie was nowhere to be seen.
Oh, Michael Jackson was so damned gorgeous!
Michael, was a very slim, yet toned man, his body at least fifty pounds lighter than Randy’s. And he was much more, groomed than Randy. Although his big quivering endowment was also uncircumcised, the hair on his groin had mostly been trimmed away, except for a patch in the shape of a lightning bolt.
Michael always changed the design of his c*ck hairs according to the month. In January, it was a party hat, in February, a heart, in March a shamrock, though he wasn’t Irish, and so on.
With a long finger, Michael was beckoning Lorna into his crotch.
Scooting over to him, Lorna instantly went to town on his c*ck.
Rolling his eyes, Randy merely tugged at himself and pushed at the back of her head with his free hand.
“Oh…oh! Oh, that’s it! Get it, Lorna! Get it girl! Oh hell…”Michael, tucking her hair behind her ears, was encouraging Lorna as she was mouthing him.
“[I] Oh my God! [/B] ” He cried as Lorna held onto him. Flapping her tongue against his own pinkish tip, before sucking some more.
“Doesn’t little Lorna give the best head?” Randy was laughing as he continued pulling on himself, in an effort to maintain his erection.
( Author’s Note: I don’t know why, but the sex scenes always make me laugh hysterically.)
“ Hell yes! ” Michael groaned, pulling at his own hair and lurching against the cushions as Lorna paused to kiss his smooth testicles.
Randy chuckling to himself, stood and removed his pants, shoes and socks, before joining Lorna on the floor and was kneeling behind her.
“ Judas Priest! Don’t stop! Don’t stop, Honey! Oh! Don’t! ” Michael was pleading, running his hands through Lorna’s hair and patting at her cheek.
Randy, was busy, undoing the buttons on the back of Lorna’s shirt and unhooking her bra.
Letting for of Michael’s meat for a second, both items were slipped off and Randy was hugged against her, fondling her breasts as she continued servicing Michael.
“I love your titties…so nice and big…woo…” Randy was juggling them, kissing at Lorna’s neck and bare shoulders.
The sensation was almost too much for the young woman to bear.
“Ah! Oh God-- Ah! ” She gasped, reaching back and clutching onto Randy’s thick neck as he was sucking on hers.
Climbing to his feet, Randy, still holding onto Lorna, pulled her up and off of Michael who was breathing heavily, and grabbing onto himself, face tied in knots as he was trying to ward off another orgasm.
Somehow Lorna’s skirt came off with her panties and she was just as nude as Michael and Randy.
Hand on her throat, Randy spoke into her ear hotly,
“ Since you like riding my brother so much, you should f*ck him first. F*ck him good… ”
Lorna winced as Randy smacked her little booty with his large hand and pushed her towards Michael, who had his arms open for her.
“ Come on, yes…yes…” Michael was cooing as Lorna, was straddling him on the couch, wrapping her arms around his thin neck, and inhaling his musky cologne.
“Ah!” Lorna gasped as Michael was forcing himself into her.
He was just so big. So impossibly big it was almost inhuman.
“Yes, girl…yes Baby…you like that. You like me…” Michael grunted through gritted teeth as he began to pop his hips, driving that mass in and out of Lorna, causing her to bounce against him.
Lorna was fully aware of Randy, a few inches away from Michael, taking a seat and looking on sternly.
Noticing that Lorna was staring at him, Randy hissed evilly,
“What the Hell you looking at me for? You got yo’ p*ssy spread all over Michael! What, you want me too? Greedy little thing! ”
Hand grabbing Lorna’s neck again, Randy was pulling the girl towards him, holding her head and driving his d*ck back into her mouth.
“You’re…you’re too rough… Woo! Woo! ”
Michael whimpered, more aroused than seeming to care that Randy was trying to suffocate Lorna with his genitals.
“Suck it…suck it, come on. You know you like having some d*ck in your mouth. You know you do…” Randy taunted, both hands on Lorna’s head, as like Michael, he was starting to pump into her.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Was all Lorna could say as she couldn’t speak, trying to maintain her balance hanging onto Randy’s thick and hard thighs.
“So good…so good…Aw! Aw! Aw, shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!” Michael suddenly screamed and was wrapping his arms around Lorna tighter.
Lorna saw a streak of white light as Randy, hand in her hair again, yanked her from himself and almost threw her back upright into Michael.
Michael, not wanting to stop for anything continued bouncing her, kissing at her nipples.
“Mike! Mike! Deeper! Deeper--please! F*ck me!” Lorna wailed throwing her head back, the feeling starting to become almost too good to her. Pushing his face into her breasts.
His tongue…Michael’s tongue was swabbing every surface available to him, driving Lorna nearly mad.
Gripping her chin, Randy turned Lorna so he was glaring at her.
“Don’t you dare come on him. You’re gonna come on me. I’M your man…don‘t forget that. ”
His hand was open to slap Lorna again, and Michael, protectively, grabbed her face with one hand, burying it into his damp shoulder.
With his free hand, Michael shoved Randy back against the pillows.
“ You’re not hitting her. Not in front of me. I’ll beat the sh*t out of you, you hit her again. Don’t think I didn’t see the bruise on her face already, Randy. Touch her and the two of us will be in the hospital buck-f*cking-naked getting my foot out your ass! ”
Randy frowned at his brother, but did lower his hand.
Voice lower and dry as autumn leaves, Randy announced,
“I wanna f*ck her. Need some lube--be right back.”
Lorna, lifting her head off Michael’s shoulder, watched as Randy started away for her bedroom, his very large, and firm ass wiggling almost out of tandem with his body with each step he took. ( Author’s Note: Randy has a great ass, and I put in the leaving for lube part just to showcase it!)
Angered, Michael, though he was still inside of Lorna had stopped pounding her, and was simply holding her on his lap.
Holding onto Lorna he pecked her bruised cheek sweetly, and they both knew that afternoon had been the first and last time Randy would slap her.
A few moments later, Randy exited Lorna’s bedroom, his pen*s especially shiny. Lorna knew he’d rubbed Vaseline all over himself.
He always did.
Seeing it as Randy took a seat again, Michael teased and pinched Lorna causing her to giggle, “I don’t need any lubricant, do I, Sugar?”
“ Not everyone keeps a wet prick like you N(bad word)! ”
Randy sniffed and started to point at his glistening manhood.
“Sit on my lap, bring yo’ ass. I wanna tap that ass!’ He clapped his hands ordering. “Come on b*tch!”
Pausing to kiss Michael, Lorna was lifted off Michael, both exclaiming as Michael disconnected from her, and started to straddle Randy in the same way she had Michael.
“Uh-uh.” Randy, smiling broadly wagged a finger at her.
“Sit on my lap the right way.”
Smiling in spite of herself, Lorna turned her back to Randy and began to ease her bare crotch over his.
“Ah--Randy!” She screamed as Randy threw his arms around her waist, and plunged into her inner most depths, grinding into her.
Hands moving up and clutching her bosom, Randy was grunting into her ear,
‘Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about! Hell yeah! Turning that p*ssy out! I’m gonna tear your p*ssy up with this big d*ck!”
His true rough and tumble sexual colors were starting to show, and just as she always did, Lorna was crying out at his boning her.
“Randy! Randy! Ah! Ah! Oh--oh sh*t!”
“That’s right, you better scream my name. Let the whole place know who’s p*ssy this is!” Randy was snickering wildly, and pushed Lorna forward, so that she fell over his knees towards her coffee table.
Almost by magic, Michael appeared in front of her, holding onto her.
Or so she thought.
As Randy slapped at Lorna’s slim, bouncing buttocks, Michael’s hand found their way onto her hips.
He was helping to force her up and down Randy’s slick pole.
“ Don’t do that, Michael! Randy! Stop! Don’t! I’ll come! Stop! RANDY! MIKE! AH! AH! HELL! HELL! HELL! ”
The girl shrieked, clinging to Michael’s barely there hips for dear life.
Michael’s entire demeanor seemed to change.
“You’re gonna come. You’re gonna come, Lorna. You always do. And I wanna see you do it, damn it.” He informed her in a curt tone, continuing to help push her back and forth.
“Get wet…get wet…sh*t…”
“Ride me! Ride me! Oh look at that ass go!” Randy groaned as his smacks became harder, as did his pumping. “That little tight ass!”
At once, there was a rush from Lorna.
Her face against Michael’s abdomen, she let loose a high pitched scream as she began to orgasm, her entire body quivering from the force of it.
“ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hh!!! ”
Dripping all over Randy’s thighs, Lorna was climaxing.
“Hell yeah! Yeah! You get wet! Oh, that p*ssy is soaked!” Randy rejoiced and over Lorna’s head the men high-fived each other.
Leaning her back, Randy was kissing her fiercely, throwing his hips so hard they should have broken.
There bounce, as Michael leapt up onto the couch, was rapidly pulling on himself near Lorna’s face, at the same time, Randy jerked his c*ck from her wet hole and around her, was stroking himself on home.
Both men were near an ejaculation and it was anyone’s guess who would come first.
“AAAHH! AAAAH! YEAH! YEAH! OH YEAH! SH*T! GOD DAMN!”
Randy bellowed as white droplets began spurting from him and onto Lorna’s abdomen.
“Randy!” She cried as he was milking himself onto her.
There was barely anytime for Lorna to recover, before Michael began hooting lustily,
“ Hee-hee! Hee-hee! God! God! Hee-hee! Aaow! Sh*t, my d*ck! ”
A stream of pure white exploded from Michael, the first bit hitting her in her face, before he directed his tip at her breasts, whipping his d*ck up and down and covered them in the semen.
“Holy Hell…” He whimpered, dropping down to his knees at her side, leaning in and kissing her.
“ That…that was amazing… ”
“ The best! ” Randy chimed in, helping to set Lorna up on to her feet.
Staggering, Lorna turned to the two men, as they joined her standing.
Starting to weep, she threw her arms around them, embracing them tightly and never wanting to let them go.
In the wee hours of the morning, Lorna stood in her shower, letting the hot water rush over her nude and sore form. Under the same showerhead, sudsy and scrubbing themselves, were Randy and Michael Jackson.
Smiling at the men who returned with grins of their own, Lorna had no idea how their new relationship would work out, but she was eager to see.
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