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Taming Lorna

By: Donald Miller



I had heard quite a bit about Lorna before I actually met her. A friend of mine had told me that this incredibly fit and sexy young girl had strolled into his shop one day to meet the recently hired apprentice who was her steady boyfriend. She was tall, leggy, blonde... just my type actually. The young apprentice, Scott, kept us amused during my occasional visits to my friend's premises with detailed descriptions of exactly how he fucked Lorna, of how this beautiful, tanned blonde lowered herself onto him, then bucked and writhed on his iron-hard cock with increasing rhythm until they both gleamed with sweat and his semen fountained into her glorious young body.

Scott was a good-looking, dark-haired lad who was never short of female attention and who usually returned from a boy's night out clubbing with a new phone number or two, so I guessed that Lorna must be something pretty special to keep him coming back to her. Particularly when one considered that, in the opinion of almost everyone who met her, Lorna was a complete bitch.

"I tell you, she is absolutely fucking gorgeous -- but she gives Scott such a hard time," was the conclusion of my friend after one night out in the couple's company. The two of them had split up several times during their stormy relationship, but always seemed to end up back together sooner or later. They were together when my friend got married, and it was at the wedding reception that a saw Lorna for the first time.

It was a busy function, and though I glimpsed the pair of them at various times it was mid-way through the evening before I got to see Lorna properly. Being single, I didn't always fit in with that chummy cosiness that seems to draw couples towards each other at weddings, and I had drifted out into the foyer where the drinks were being served. Scott and Lorna were making their way to the bar and had to walk straight past me, allowing me to finally ogle Lorna up close.

She was maybe 5'8" or so, and fabulously taut and fit. Her face was stunningly pretty and immaculately made up. Her long, straight blonde hair fell halfway down her slim back, gleaming like silk and so pale it was almost white. Her skin-tight blue dress was cut low, exposing a smooth, plump cleavage, and the hem was diagonally cut so that it ran across a shapely knee on one of her legs, then angled upwards to expose most of a sculpted thigh on the other. Her skin was deeply tanned, far darker than her white-blonde hair, and utterly flawless. Her carefully manicured hands were probably the slimmest I had ever seen on an adult. She was about nineteen or twenty I guessed -- half my age -- and I immediately wanted to pull Lorna to the floor and fuck her right there on the foyer carpet until I had squirted myself dry inside her.

"Hi," Scott grinned at me. Lorna's beautiful green eyes flicked momentarily towards me and then looked away, dismissing my presence. I smiled a greeting, and my eyes followed Lorna as she passed. Her firm buttocks glided silkily against each other beneath her clinging dress as she walked, and I imagined spreading those glorious lobes with my fingers, sliding my tongue between those wonderful cheeks and gently licking her taut anus as Lorna knelt naked on my bed, her sensuous lips parting as she began to pant softly with excitement...

I could see why Scott kept going back to her -- no matter how much of a bitch Lorna might be to her partner, if she subsequently smiled and offered herself for a prolonged session of frantic, whimpering make-up sex... well, he would simply have no choice but to pull her down onto the bed and feast on her, again and again. Some girls just had that aura about them.

* * * * * * * * *

Following my first encounter with Lorna, a bit of careful eavesdropping and subtle questioning revealed that she worked 3 days a week in a telephone call centre for a major utility company. I wondered if the frustration of dealing with a never-ending queue of often irate and unreasonable customers was what made the girl so selfish and demanding outside of work, or if a natural bitchiness led to Lorna rather enjoying being blankly unhelpful towards people about to have their water supply cut off due to some administrative error.

Lorna's boyfriend, and his employer, were certainly convinced that the latter was closer to the truth -- though one of Scott and Lorna's recent splits centred on an episode, told to Scott by one of his girlfriend's co-workers he met in a local wine bar, which may have suggested otherwise. According to this girl, Lorna had spent most of one afternoon closeted with their middle-aged manager in his glass-fronted office. Through the glazed walls separating the office from the main call centre, the pair were observed sitting face-to-face so close that their knees were almost touching as they talked, whilst Lorna, smiling invitingly at him, kept crossing and uncrossing her long, sculpted legs until her tight, scarlet miniskirt had ridden up almost to her curvy hips, and the semi-transparent crotch of her tiny red thong was clearly visible between her smooth, tan thighs. The next time Lorna uncrossed her fabulous legs she let them ease a few inches apart, exposing the soft camel-toe of her sex pressing tantalisingly into her tight red panties. Was she trying to sweet-talk -- or seduce --her boss into switching her to another job within the company? Or was she simply enjoying her power over the older man, flirting openly with him as he leaned forward until his face was little more than six inches from her sensuous lips, then rebuffing him if he suggested any kind of liaison between them? Whatever her intentions, the end result was that Lorna was still answering the phones.

In spite of Scott's frequent faithlessness to Lorna, with girls the handsome youth casually and easily picked up in bars and clubs, he had a strangely puritan attitude to his girlfriend's sexuality, and he had dumped her for a while after an argument about the explicit display Lorna had given for her manager. Yet in my experience, girls like Lorna rarely, if ever, laid themselves on for men. They usually spent a great deal of time, effort and money making themselves as sexy and desirable as they could possibly manage, then seemed to take great pleasure in turning everyone down. I figured that Scott was probably a pretty safe bet as Lorna's only current sex partner.

* * * * * * * * * *

Lorna played on my mind quite a bit over the next couple of months. The idea of the beautiful young blonde actually wanting to give herself to a balding forty-year-old like me seemed out of the question, and I began to fantasise about how I could abduct and fuck her. I pondered over whether I could acquire Lorna as she walked to the train station on her way to work; approaching her silently from behind and sliding one strong arm around her hourglass waist, Lorna's pretty eyes widening in shock as I gathered her against me and my hand closed tightly over her sensuous mouth, I would force her into my car and zip-tie those slender wrists to the seat brackets before driving Lorna out to a deserted country track. Stopping the car in a hidden grove of trees and reclining her seat all the way back, I could begin unhurriedly feasting on Lorna's fabulous body, stripping the girl to expose her breasts and hips and pubis before forcing a gasp from Lorna's full, painted lips as she felt my heavy erection finally slide all the way into her soft, pink vulva. I would ease her smooth thighs apart with my knees, and Lorna's carefully pinioned wrists would start twisting helplessly against their restraints, soft whimpers of revulsion coming from her as I began to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first and then gradually faster, and faster, and faster...

But there were so many concerns. I didn't know if I could get Lorna into my car and restrain her without causing a scene. Plus, even if I successfully acquired her, the cramped and awkward sex which would ensue in my car's reclined front seat would be a far from ideal exchange for my probable subsequent arrest. If I wanted to move Lorna out of my car and into a hotel room for a more leisurely conquest, the risk of everything going publicly wrong was doubled. And I couldn't think of any possible way of getting Lorna alone into my apartment. Eventually I consigned the thought of fucking the gorgeous young blonde sex magnet into a wistful corner of my mind, to be brought out and savoured whenever I stroked my soap-covered erection with a slow, teasing rhythm until I was whimpering with relief and Lorna's immaculate face filled my mind as the semen squirted from my glistening penis in long, white ropes.

* * * * * * * * *

"Run that by me again?" I asked, needing time to think.

Scott leaned against the bar and sipped his lager, raising his voice slightly over the background hubbub of the busy saloon bar.

"Me and Lorna, and John and Sharon, were supposed to be going away to Devon for a long weekend in a fortnight's time," he explained. "Only, Sharon's lost her job and they can't afford to go. Lorna paid the deposit on both our hotel rooms and she's royally pissed off at the thought of losing her money on an empty room." Scott motioned the barmaid over with a wave of his empty glass. The girl, a petite brunette with dark eyes and very full breasts, scurried over and returned Scott's smile as he ordered drinks.

"No-one else can get the time off work at short notice," Scott continued after the girl had left. "We're going down next Friday morning. If you fancy a weekend away, feel free to join us."

I pondered for a few seconds. Translated into the language of the real world, what Scott meant was: none of our friends who are couples are available, so unless we want to lose the deposit on one room -- which will leave Lorna in a pissy mood for at least a week -- we're left with no option but to ask a single bloke twenty years our senior to tag along and play gooseberry until we drop enough hints to get him to piss off and do whatever it is that middle-aged single men do, and leave us alone.

Except... if I were to go, I didn't intend to be quite the gooseberry they were expecting. It was simply a question of if I could get my plan together in time.

The petite barmaid returned with our fresh drinks, her wonderfully full breasts trembling gently as she walked. She and Scott exchanged a few smiling words, the girl deliberately leaning forwards and holding his eyes encouragingly as they talked. Scott briefly laid his hand on the girl's bare arm, and her nipples began to show faintly through her thin, black shirt. Her smiling lips parted with a soft click as, still lightly gripping her slender arm, he whispered something in her ear, his lips brushing her soft, curly hair. The girl's nipples were long, excited pegs now. What it must be like, I marvelled, to have that sort of power.

I decided that such an opportunity might not come again. Scott, Lorna... and me; ensconced in a hotel miles from home. I waited a few seconds as Scott and the barmaid finished their conversation, the young brunette smiling back at him over her shoulder as she moved away to serve another customer.

"All right," I agreed. "It sounds like a good laugh. You're on."

* * * * * * * * *

I drove, of course. That was my entry fee for being allowed along to such a socially desirable weekend, never mind that I was bailing the pair of them out -- or, more specifically, bailing Lorna out -- of a wasted room deposit. Not that the bitch seemed awfully grateful, I had to admit. She had barely murmured a 'hello' to me when Scott and I picked her up from her parents' house, her beautiful eyes glancing briefly in my direction, and now, every time I looked in the rear view mirror I could see Lorna's immaculate face pouting sulkily as she stared out at the passing countryside. During a brief knot of stationary motorway traffic I glanced at her once again and idly wondered how sulky Lorna would look if I suddenly joined her in the rear of the car, forced her fabulously lithe body down across the back seat, peeled off her skin-tight jeans, and sank my long, purple penis into her smooth, wet cunt.

Conversation was minimal, at least as far as anyone deigning to speak to me was concerned, and I kept my mind amused during the journey by trying to work out how on earth Lorna had ever managed to wriggle into those amazing, skin-tight black jeans. Considering that her expertly French-manicured fingernails stood at least a half-inch past the ends of her pencil-slim fingertips, I figured that she must have put on a looser fitting jean and then spent last night in the bath, shrinking the denim into a second skin over her sumptuous lower body. Or perhaps she wore nothing below the waist, and an artist had simply sprayed black paint directly onto her long, bare legs. Conversely, Lorna's lightweight, pastel-pink sweater was so loose that the voluminous neckline kept slipping off of one slim shoulder, revealing a lovely expanse of flawlessly tanned skin and a black brassiere strap as thin as a shoelace. Every so often my mind would wander as I surreptitiously gazed at Lorna's reflection in my mirror, and my penis would slowly begin to lengthen with desire for her.

* * * * * * * * *

The Friday night was spent in the bar, with Scott and I both trying to ignore the fact that Lorna seemed to be in a notably foul mood. She had looked stunning when I joined them in the lounge. The sweater and jeans were gone, and I had briefly wondered exactly how Lorna's body had smelled when the tight crotch of those spray-on jeans was peeled away from between her legs after the long, hot journey. Now she wore a paper-thin, knee-length white crepe skirt topped by a pink, tailored blouse that was so tight I could see the shallow dimple of her belly-button as well as every contour of her beautifully shaped breasts. However, Lorna had slumped moodily into her seat and remained there for much of the evening, barely acknowledging my presence.

Fortunately I was kept entertained by the sight of Lorna's flimsy skirt gradually slipping further and further up her long, silky thighs as she fidgeted in her seat, crossing and re-crossing her smooth legs until most of those gorgeous, sculpted flanks were exposed and my cock was beginning to swell into a long, firm shaft of desire for her. Eventually, Lorna announced that she was visiting the ladies' room, her skirt falling disappointingly back into place around her shapely knees as she stood.

"She's in a happy mood," I observed when Scott and I were alone.

Scott wrinkled his nose. "Yeah, I know. I think she's pissed that John and Sharon aren't here."

"Well, she could have paid for them to still come," I suggested. "Or the pair of you could have?"

Scott chuckled. "To be honest, I'm not all that keen on those two - not enough to lay out my hard-earned money on a free weekend for them," he explained. "Which pissed Lorna off no end as she reckons Sharon's her best mate and all that..."

"But not enough of a best mate for Lorna to put her hand in her own pocket," I said.

"Well..." Scott shrugged. "You know how it is with her, she only works three days a week..."

Yes, I thought, and instead of maybe treating her hard-up friends to a nice time, she just keeps spending all her money -- and half of yours, in all probability -- on clothes, cosmetics, hairdressers, tanning salons, nail studios... I tried to ogle Lorna without appearing too unsubtle as she tiptoed sexily across the lounge in her tall, white stiletto-heeled shoes, her pretty eyes carefully downcast away from mine, and finally flounced back into her armchair. A millimetre-thin, silver chain bracelet slid along her slim wrist as she retrieved her drink from the small table between us, her long nails clinking delicately on the wine glass. The gauzy material of Lorna's skirt hissed silkily away from her smooth knee as she crossed her magnificent legs, and her flaxen hair shimmered white-blonde in the overhead lights as she steered it carefully away over her slim shoulders, her beautiful green eyes distant with concentration. However expensive all that grooming was, though, I had to admit it was money well spent.

As she re-crossed her long, tanned legs, exposing a little more of her sculpted thighs, I noticed a matching silver thread glinting around one of Lorna's slim ankles. Our eyes met briefly, and an image suddenly appeared in my mind of Lorna curled into the chair opposite me in the exact posture she was in now, her fabulous body completely naked apart from those two tiny chains around her wrist and ankle. I smiled at her as my penis stirred and suddenly began to lengthen into a heavy, purple truncheon. My eyes were drinking Lorna in quite unsubtly now.

* * * * * * * * *

My attempts at drawing Lorna into conversation didn't go excessively well over the course of the evening. She was relatively unforthcoming in her answers to my questions, and proclaimed herself baffled as to the point of my career choice before dropping veiled hints about the sexual orientation of forty-year-old men who had never been married. Then, when Scott and I talked for any length of time, Lorna fidgeted impatiently in her chair and shot her boyfriend pouty looks until he paid her a suitable amount of attention, a situation which effectively left me out in the cold. I was not unhappy about this, for two reasons -- firstly, Lorna's constant fidgeting had caused her gossamer-thin skirt to gradually ride all the way up her wonderful, supple thighs, exposing the whole length of her beautiful tan legs for my eager delectation; and secondly because I felt her sulky little attitude made my task for the next day a little easier to accomplish. Yes, I thought as I watched Lorna settle the heavy silk of her hair over her slender shoulders with a practiced flick of her pretty head, and glare haughtily at me for a second as my eyes lingered on her immaculate face just a little too long. All in all, it had been a good start.

* * * * * * * * *

In some ways I was disappointed to not be in the hotel room next to Scott and Lorna. It would have been interesting to press the complimentary tooth-glass to the adjoining wall and listen as they prepared for bed -- a little conversation perhaps, the sound of clothes being discarded, then silence for some time except for maybe the occasional soft murmur or sharply drawn breath. Then... a long, quivering whimper of pleasure from Lorna, before the unmistakeable creak of a cheap hotel bed absorbing the movements of two bodies beginning to work rhythmically together. Minutes would tick by, the frequency of creaks becoming faster, and faster, accompanied by the soft gasps of excitement and the subtle hiss of skin on skin... then perhaps a helpless, feminine cry of delight and a low groan of blissful release as thick male seed squirted deep into very wet female.

But I was several doors away along the corridor, and the faint sound of a late-night TV chat show filtering through from the next room didn't quite hold the same thrill. I lay awake for some time, lazily picturing Lorna and some of the things I wanted to do to her, but eventually I drifted into sleep.

* * * * * * * * *

As it turned out, Scott didn't fuck Lorna that night. Instead, they had a rather prolonged argument, which reignited the following morning and had led to the couple agreeing to pursue separate activities during the Saturday.

"To be honest I've had just about enough of her this weekend," he grumbled as we played pool in the seafront amusement arcade. "She's moaning about what a shit weekend it's going to be without her mates, then refuses to get involved in anything I suggest." He fired a shot at a corner pocket, missing narrowly.

Lorna had stayed back at the hotel, planning to spend the morning in the hotel's solarium working on her tan before maybe walking to the local shopping centre that afternoon. "You boys go off and have fun," she had told us. And whilst I would have liked to have passed a few hours staring at Lorna as the gorgeous young blonde stretched sinuously across the hotel's sun bed in a tiny, string bikini, her flawless bronzed skin gleaming with tanning oil, I needed to work on Scott during the next few hours if my plan were to move forward.


Taming Lorna Ch. 02



Author's note: This story is part of a series, and will be most enjoyed if you have first read chapter one.



As soon as I awoke, I looked at my watch. Timing was going to be important this morning. It was just gone 7.30am, and I smiled. Perfect.

I looked across at Lorna, who lay with her shapely back to me in a loose foetal position. At some point during the night she had stirred and slipped out of my arms, rolling from on top of me and settling onto her side, the stunning young blonde never really waking up throughout the whole process. It looked as though Lorna hadn't moved since, and her breathing was slow and restful beside me.

Careful not to disturb her, I slid from under the sheets and padded to the bathroom, pausing to pick my mobile phone from my jacket as I passed. I allowed myself a silent chuckle as I also fished out my toothbrush, secreted in an inside pocket during my preparations the previous night. I had planned diligently.

Although I knew Lorna would still be sleeping off the effects of the sedative I had been feeding her with throughout the previous evening, I didn't want to risk waking her with the noise of the shower, so I ran a full bowl of water and washed myself all over with the hotel's complimentary face-cloth. I left my penis until last, running the flannel gently over the slightly reddened skin of my shaft, smiling at the hardness of it. Although I had climaxed both into, and onto, Lorna just a few hours before, my erection was pulsing with eagerness for her once more. I peed, then brushed my teeth, and then picked up my mobile phone, calling up Scott's number. After a few rings the connection went through.

"Hello?" Scott murmured sleepily. In the background I could faintly hear a shower running.

"Hi Scott. You're still at Wendi's then?"

"Yeah." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Have you seen Lorna this morning?"

Yes I have, I thought. I just rolled over in bed and there she was, right next to me. My penis, softened after passing water, stirred and began to slowly lengthen at the thought of her.

"Yes, that's what I'm calling about," I replied. "She's not happy."

Scott sighed. "Surprise, surprise. I tried to call her last night, but her phone was off."

That's right, I smiled. Lorna's phone was off because I turned it off. Just before I stripped her naked and fucked her. The blunt tip of my cock began to swing upwards past horizontal as I came fully erect. "How was Wendi, then?" I asked.

"Oh God, fantastic," Scott chuckled. "She's only eighteen, but she fucks like a rabbit. Her body is fabulous."

"Great," I smiled. Wendi had certainly looked a real honey when Scott had picked her up the previous afternoon, but I still thought Lorna was better. A lot better. My penis stood almost vertical as I thought about the gorgeous young blonde lying asleep in the bed just a few feet away.

"So... what do you think I should do?" Scott broke into my reverie. "I guess I should come back and face the music."

"Yes," I agreed, "but not yet. Lorna's royally pissed off, and Wendi's a glorious little sexpot who wants to sit all the way down on your cock and wriggle delightfully on top of you until you go off inside her. Again."

Scott laughed.

"So if I were you I'd stay where you are and let that gorgeous, raven-haired little beauty empty your balls a couple more times, then head back here about lunchtime for the journey back."

"Okay..." Scott replied slowly.

"Send Lorna a text saying that you only got back from the hospital in the small hours, your friends condition was more serious than originally thought. You're coming back via the wards again, and you'll arrive about... what, one o'clock? Many apologies, etcetera."

"Lorna will go ballistic," Scott sighed.

"Oh, quite probably." I lounged against the bathroom wall, one finger gently running up and down the length of my purple erection. I very much wanted to enjoy Lorna again. "But that's going to happen whatever you do. So you can either come back early and stare at Lorna's sulky face all morning while she yells at you, or you can spend all morning thrusting your cock all the way into every opening Wendi has to offer while she moans excitedly in your ear and rubs her breasts in your face as you're squirting helplessly into her. Now, what's it to be?"

"Christ, I'm getting a hard-on just listening to you!" Scott laughed. "Okay, I see your point. I'll text Lorna now, while Wendi's showering." He lowered his voice slightly. "Wendi doesn't know about Lorna. She thinks I'm just here with you... a bloke's weekend."

"Good." I checked my watch. It was still only 8am. "Do that now, and if you're quick you can join the lovely Wendi in the shower and give her the good news."

Scott sniggered. "That might not be the only thing I give her in there. I've got a huge stalk-on now."

I smiled. "I'm sure Wendi can find a good home for it. Enjoy yourself."

"Cheers, mate."

You're welcome, I thought as I broke the connection and strolled back into the bedroom. Lorna still lay curled up under the sheet, deeply asleep. Her immaculate face was smooth and relaxed, her lightly painted eyelids flickering occasionally. She was so beautiful it took my breath away just looking at her.

I picked up the hotel telephone and got through to reception, keeping my voice to a quiet murmur as I ordered two continental breakfasts to be sent up to the room. Retrieving Lorna's tiny handbag from my jacket I placed it on her bedside table, then I settled into the room's single armchair and studied Lorna as she slept, watching her pretty face, her long, silken blonde hair, the sinuous curves of her body wrapped in the thin sheet. Presently my lips parted and my breaths became heavier as I stared at Lorna, my erection pulsing with desire for her. I wanted to pull that thin sheet from around her and gaze down at her smooth, naked body, running one finger feather-light up and down my long, purple shaft until the simple sight of her overwhelmed me and my semen squirted over her flawless skin in long, glorious jets.

After a few minutes, a discreet tap on the door signalled the arrival of our breakfasts, and I wrapped a towel around my waist as I went to collect the trays. Returning, I set the platters of croissants and pots of coffee on the dressing table, then threw the towel into the bathroom and walked back to the bed, slipping back under the sheets alongside my gorgeous companion.

Reaching out, I slid one arm around Lorna's slim waist, relishing the silken feel of her skin for the first time since last night. My hand was cool from holding the breakfast tray, and as I ran my fingers gently across her flat belly, Lorna stirred and a tiny noise came from deep in her throat.

Carefully I eased Lorna over onto her back and, as she hovered on the edge of consciousness, slipped my other arm around her slender shoulders and encouraged the girl to roll over halfway on top of me. I gasped in delight as the gorgeous blonde nestled sleepily against me, one slim hand creeping around my neck and one long, sculpted leg sliding between my thighs, her pretty head settling onto my chest. Lorna murmured softly again, then her fabulous young body relaxed completely in my arms and her breathing grew deep and slow as she drifted into sleep once more. I tightened my arms around Lorna for a while, savouring the simple feel of cuddling her as she lay snuggled against me, then presently I relaxed my grip and began to stroke Lorna's flawless skin as she slept, enjoying the feel of her rounded buttocks, her curvy hips, her flaxen hair. My erection was huge against her silken thigh. After a few minutes I bent towards her and began to gently caress the top of her pretty head with my lips, unhurriedly covering Lorna's forehead with soft kisses. My hands stroked her smooth hips, her slender shoulders.

Lorna stirred as my soft kisses drew her slowly back to consciousness, her magnificent body moving lazily in my arms, a tiny sigh of enjoyment escaping her at the sensation of my fingers gliding over her silky skin. Lorna nestled more tightly against me, moulding herself into the contours of my body, her flaxen hair spreading across my shoulders as she gently rubbed her porcelain-smooth cheek against my chest. I caressed Lorna's rounded buttocks and hourglass waist, drawing a sleepy murmur of pleasure from her as my gliding fingers found one of her special zones, right at the very base of her spine.

"Mmmm..." Lorna sighed contentedly, her long fingernails brushing across my neck as her slim hand slid round behind my head. My erection was enormous now. As I ran my hands over her fabulous, naked body I watched Lorna's pretty eyes flutter open, then felt her hand freeze on my close-cropped scalp, and I knew the realization had hit her. Maybe she was used to burying her beautiful head in less chest hair than I had. I was pretty sure that whatever chest hair Lorna was used to seeing in front of her eyes in the morning wasn't sprinkled with grey, as mine was. Or perhaps Lorna had simply begun to remember fragments of the night before.

In any case, her lovely head jerked upwards to my face, her smooth body tensing suddenly against me. Lorna emitted a squeak of horror and recoiled away from me, slipping from my arms as she retreated to the far side of the bed.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her beautiful eyes wide. I smiled benignly at Lorna as she clapped a manicured hand over her sensuous mouth, her pretty face flushing a dull, brick red. "Oh my God... did we..." Her other hand joined the first, slim fingers holding her burning cheeks. "Oh God, we did, didn't we?"

I was still smiling at Lorna, her mortified expression rather amusing me. "Actually we did, yes. It was lovely."

"Oh God, no," Lorna moaned. "Where's Scott?" Her beautiful, green eyes swept the hotel room in a panic as though she expected to find him standing there, watching us.

"I spoke to him last night," I lied. "I'm surprised he's not called you."

Lorna looked around her, spying her handbag on the bedside table. Reaching over, she plucked the tiny purse from the table and her pencil-slim fingers riffled gracefully through its contents, one of her manicured hands unconsciously pushing her long, white-blonde hair back over her bare shoulders with a tiny tinkle of her thin, silver bracelet. The sheets had slid down to Lorna's waist, and I gazed at her smooth, plump breasts trembling gently as she leaned forwards to peer at the phone's screen. Between those wonderful tits, the soft skin of Lorna's cleavage glowed a soft pink from where I had fucked her there the previous night.

Lorna frowned at her phone. "It's turned off. How did that happen?"

"You did it last night," I murmured. "Don't you remember?"

"No." She shook her head, and finally noticed me admiring her superb upper body. "And please stop looking at me." She glared at me and drew the covers primly up to beneath her shaven armpits.

I grinned at Lorna as her phone peeped into life, and she glanced a trifle sheepishly at me, tilting her beautiful head to one side. "I know, I know," she sighed, almost smiling. "You've probably seen everything already, last night. Just humour me, okay?"

"No problem," I said graciously, watching Lorna as her slim fingers bustled over the phone's touch-screen. The Lorna I knew, having woken up in bed with a strange man who had quite obviously taken full advantage of her the night before, would have been either trying to call the police or trying to claw my eyes out by now. Instead, she was amazingly calm and accepting of the situation. I had been whispering persuasively into Lorna's jewelled ear throughout my prolonged sexual conquest of her a few hours earlier, as Lorna had lain helpless and transfixed with sedative beneath me, and now it was clear that she had drawn my repeated suggestions deep into her subconscious mind. I tried to keep my breathing steady, my excitement already building.

"Oh..." Lorna scanned the screen. "Scott's texted."

I know, I thought. I just told him to.

"He..." The gorgeous girl was silent for a few seconds as she read. "Okay – he won't be back before one o'clock. Christ, we'll be leaving by then! What a bust this weekend has been."

"Not completely," I murmured, and reached out my hand. Lorna drew in a sharp breath and flinched as my fingers gently slid over the smooth skin of her shoulder... but she didn't pull away. I began to caress Lorna's back. "It's not been completely wasted... has it?"

Her pretty head lifted slightly, her eyelids fluttering at my touch. "Please..." she whispered. "Don't."

"It's been great," I purred, easing my body a little closer to Lorna. "We've had a lovely time. You had a lovely time." I stroked Lorna's narrow waist, watching the young blonde's beautiful face as her head tilted a little further back, her sensuous lips suddenly parting with a soft click. She wasn't even trying to pull away. My erection thudded with desire for her.

Lorna drew in a not-quite-steady breath. "I – I don't remember," she whispered, her voice small, her eyes half-closed now. Her slender back arched just a little under my touch.

"Yes you do," I purred. My fingers glided sweetly over Lorna's velvet skin, and her painted lips quivered in response.

With a visible effort, Lorna gathered herself together and turned to face me. "Please..." she murmured, her slim hand gently taking my wrist and drawing my fingers away from her lovely skin. "This is just too weird."

I turned my hand in her light grip and slid my fingers between hers, holding Lorna's hand entwined in mine. "Okay," I smiled, lifting her slim arm towards me and gently kissing the back of her hand before releasing her. I didn't need to push the pace. Not yet, anyway.

"By the way," I told her, "I ordered breakfast earlier, whilst you were asleep. You must be hungry – you didn't eat last night."

Lorna spotted the trays arranged on the dressing table. "Actually, I'm starving." She turned to me, her gaze hovering between haughty at my presumption and soft at my thoughtfulness. "...Thanks. That would be nice." Lorna raised her voice as I made to slip out of bed. "And while you're up, could you get me a towel, please? I need to pee."

"...And you're not ready to let me see you yet," I smiled, and Lorna gave me an honest-to-God genuine smile in return, her pretty eyes looking away demurely. "I know," I assured her. "I'll fetch one for you." I could sense Lorna's confusion at what she was feeling, could sense her trying to call on all her reserves of bitchiness to put me in my place... and coming up with nothing but a small yet growing kernel of softness towards me.

I strolled unhurriedly towards the bathroom, letting Lorna get a good look at my rear view. Though I was forty years old, developing a few facial lines, and my close-cropped hair was balding and turning grey, I was still fit and really quite well preserved – over six feet tall, broad shoulders, slim waist, small, tight buttocks. To be honest, from the neck down I would put myself up against most men half my age – including Scott. And I wanted Lorna to make that connection too. I took my time, lingering in her sight-line as I fussed over the coffee pots.

I returned with a bathtowel folded over one shoulder, and Lorna's beautiful eyes widened slightly as she gazed at my penis. I was still extremely erect. I stopped close to Lorna where she sat upright against the headboard, my long, upright shaft pulsing gently less than twelve inches from her pretty face.

"...Well," Lorna finally murmured softly. "You never had to worry too much in the showers at school, did you?"

I eased my hips an inch or two closer to the gorgeous teenaged blonde. "Do you like it, Lorna?"

The girl's sensuous lips suddenly parted, her eyes fixed on my erection. A tiny breath escaped her.

"You're very big," she whispered, and swallowed nervously.

"You like it?" I purred, more a command than a question. The blunt tip of my glans was six inches from Lorna's petite nose, and I could feel her breath, soft and warm, on the underside of my shaft. I was so hard I felt like I might explode.

"You like it, don't you Lorna?" I breathed. "You want to touch me."

Unable to stop herself, Lorna lifted a wavering arm, and I gasped as she ran one long fingernail slowly along my shaft from root to tip. Her sensuous lips opened a little wider, her pretty eyes growing vacant as my carefully seeded suggestions began to swirl through her mind and overrun her own will.

"Oh God..." she breathed, her slim fingertip gently running up and down the length of my erection.

"You like it," I told her, "so much. So much." My voice quivered with enjoyment as Lorna stroked my cock.

Lorna's tongue peeped from between her full, sensuous lips and ran slowly across their painted surfaces. Her pretty eyes stared fixedly at my heavy penis, unable to look away.

"It's beautiful..." she whispered. I eased myself towards Lorna, my purple dome four inches from her open mouth. Her soft lips were beginning to pout with anticipation.

Then she shuddered, closing her eyes and drawing that wonderfully gliding fingertip away from the underside of my throbbing cock. I was disappointed – but I also knew that it had taken a massive effort of will, dredged up from what remained of Lorna's independent mind, to stop herself from simply leaning forwards, slipping those sensuous lips around me, and sucking me smoothly into her mouth, her pretty eyes fluttering closed with contentment as my penis slid between her eager lips. And I knew she couldn't hold out much longer.

"...Anyway," she pouted, glaring up at me with a weak flicker of defiance. "I don't know what you think you're going to do with that."

Smiling down at her I took the folded towel from my shoulder, shook it out, and hung it ceremoniously on the long peg of my erection. I was so hard, the weight barely pulled me down at all.

Lorna stared open-mouthed for a second, then burst into giggles.

"A thousand and one uses," I informed her cheerfully.

"Oh God, stop it!" she laughed, lifting one hand and carefully slipping the towel off of me. "Go and get our breakfast stuff, or I'll hang this towel back on there and pull down so hard you'll snap in half."

I hissed, my thighs clamping shut. "Ow! Either that or it'll bounce back and break your wrist." Lorna giggled, her pretty eyes straying to my purple penis once more as if drawn there by magnets. Presently her giggles tapered away and her painted lips parted in a tiny breath of excitement at the sight of me. Lorna was beginning to lose control of herself now.

I retrieved the breakfast trays and set them on the bed, pouring the coffee and then slipping back under the covers so we had the platters of croissants on our laps. Lorna picked up a pastry and tore a chunk off, popping it daintily into her mouth. We ate in silence for a moment.

"Feeling better?" I asked her, watching her.

Lorna was onto her second pastry. "Yeah, I really needed this." She turned to me, a lovely, open smile breaking out on her pretty face. "Thank you," she said softly, "this was really nice of you." Lorna looked away, her smooth cheeks flushing slightly. "Scott never does things like this."

I sipped my coffee. The covers were gradually slipping from under her shaven armpits, and as I watched her Lorna's nipples suddenly popped elastically over the edge of the sheet. My lips parted at the sight of her breasts gradually emerging from their covers. The girl had dropped the towel beside the bed, and it lay there forgotten.

"Lorna, can I ask you a question?"

She turned her pretty head towards me. I knew that she knew her fabulous breasts were completely exposed now – but she wasn't trying to cover herself up any more. "Yes, of course," she replied.




Taming Lorna Ch. 02



"Are you happy with Scott? Honestly?"

Lorna looked away, sighing. She turned away from me and picked up her coffee cup, slumping back against the headboard as she sipped the hot liquid. The sheets had fallen to Lorna's hips now, exposing her supple breasts and hourglass waist, the complex jewel embedded in her navel glinting in the morning sunlight.

"Really, I don't know," Lorna murmured, her beautiful eyes downcast. She smiled weakly. "Yes and no, I guess."

I set my empty plate onto my bedside table and turned to watch her, easing my body a little closer to hers. "Go on."

"Well..." Lorna frowned.

"You split up a lot, don't you?" I prompted. "What makes you get back together?"

Lorna reached a slim hand into her long, flaxen hair and smoothed the silken sheet of it over her tanned shoulder as she shifted against the pillow, tucking her sculpted legs beneath her and turning to face me. The sheet had slid to expose the upper swell of her shaven pubis, but Lorna was completely at ease with me now. Everything was working beautifully.

"You know something?" Lorna asked. She propped herself onto one elbow, resting her pretty head in one slender hand, her eyes gazing into mine. "I'm going to be twenty in three weeks, and I've been seeing Scott since we were fifteen. Everyone in our families assumes we're going to end up getting married." Lorna smiled faintly, her beautiful eyes holding my gaze. "He's great, in so many ways... and I guess maybe I do love him, on some level. But there are so many things I can't stand about him as well. I know he sleeps around."

I wondered if Scott was, at that exact moment, easing his heavy erection deep into Wendi's lithe young body, the petite, teenaged brunette shivering with enjoyment as he entered her. "... I kind of gathered that," I replied.

"The thing is, there's so much pressure on us," Lorna continued, looking at me earnestly. "Families, friends... any time we split, they're just trying to push us back together. It's not even like I don't want to, at least most of the time..."

"But you'd like to feel it was your decision," I finished softly. I reached out with one hand and began to graze my knuckles, feather-light, back and forth along the sensitive skin of Lorna's inner arm.

She smiled at me. "Exactly," she agreed.

We gazed at each other in silence for a few seconds. "You're very understanding," Lorna murmured. "It's nice."

I shifted just a little closer to her, stroking the girl's slender arm. My fingers eased further up, onto Lorna's slim shoulder, gliding across her flawless skin. Her lips parted with a soft click.

"There is... another reason I keep letting him come back," she said quietly.

I inched closer to Lorna, our bodies almost touching now, our faces less than twelve inches apart. My fingertips were stroking the contours of her smooth neck now, and presently Lorna's pretty eyes began to film over with enjoyment. "Go on," I encouraged.

The girl let out a quivering breath. "I think he's so horny, he makes me dribble into my panties every time I see him." Lorna's head tilted to one side, allowing my caressing fingers full access to the hollows of her neck, her sensuous lips opening wider. Her eyes began to slide helplessly shut.

"Is it good with him? In bed?" I murmured. I took Lorna's breakfast tray from her lap and slid it onto her bedside table, leaning across her as I did so. I stayed there in front of her as I reached for her beautiful face, gently stroking her porcelain-smooth cheek with one hand and the soft nape of her neck beneath her silken hair with the other. A tiny noise escaped Lorna's throat, the warm sigh of her sweet breath kissing my neck.

"Yeah..." Lorna whispered, her eyes closed now, her body automatically leaning in toward me as I caressed her. "Yeah, it's good."

My face was six inches from hers. "But it's not as good as us though... is it, Lorna?"

Her beautiful eyes fluttered open as my fingertips glided behind her perfumed ears. Her pupils were beginning to enlarge with arousal at my touch.

"I-I..."

"Don't tell me you don't remember, Lorna!" I commanded her softly. My fingers found the sensitive glands and muscles behind her jewelled ears, caressing her special zones there. Lorna whimpered softly, her fabulous body sagging helplessly toward me at my attentions, her dark eyes held captive in mine. "You know it's not as good with Scott."

The girl moaned plaintively as my fingertips glided silkily over the pleasure-spots of her ears and neck, and in her glazed eyes I saw Lorna give up, the last shreds of her resistance dissolving completely. "I... nn...no..." she breathed. "No... it's not... nearly... as good."

I felt one of Lorna's manicured hands slide through my chest hair, her pretty eyes losing focus with pleasure. Our faces were so close together our noses were nearly touching. My erection pulsed with desire for her.

"You know just how great it is with us, Lorna," I prompted. The tips of our noses overlapped now.

"Oh... God, yes..." Lorna whispered, and then my lips brushed against hers once, twice, then again. I began kissing Lorna softly, taking first her top lip, then her lower one, between mine and caressing the plump, painted surfaces with my tongue, one hand sliding into the rich silk of her hair as she began to respond to me. A tiny murmur came from deep in Lorna's throat, and then I felt her long, polished fingernails run delightfully over my skin as her slender hands crept over my shoulders and our kisses became a little firmer. I closed in to Lorna's body, gasping with excitement as I felt her fabulous breasts nestle against my chest, her nipples stiffening gloriously into my skin. Gently I eased my tongue between Lorna's sensuous lips, between her even, white teeth, into her soft wet mouth, beginning to explore her.

Lorna's back arched against me, her soft belly pressing into mine as she suddenly sucked my tongue hard into her mouth, her pencil-slim fingers gently massaging my scalp. Oh God, yes, I exulted as my hands slid around Lorna's stunning body and gathered her tightly into my arms, my hands stroking her waist and hips. She was mine now. Lorna whimpered into my mouth and our kisses became firm, our lips working smoothly and hungrily together as our tongues slipped over each other, my hand pushing deep into Lorna's flaxen hair and holding her pretty head lightly against me whilst my fingers roamed across her slender back and, as she lifted herself off of the bed to mould her fabulous body snugly into my chest, I gently squeezed her superbly supple buttocks. Lorna gasped against my cheek as she felt me take hold of her bottom, her polished nails running eagerly over my shoulders.

Then her slender hands found my face, easing me away from her. We separated with a soft pop, my tongue pulling reluctantly from Lorna's sensuous mouth.

"Please..." she whispered, kissing me softly once, twice. Her glazed eyes fluttered half-open, finding mine.

"Please... I'm not stopping you." Her long nails caressed my neck. "I...don't know how this has happened between us..." Lorna giggled, resting her forehead against mine. "But - I don't want to stop you. I can't stop you. Just... let me do a pee, and brush my teeth."

I smiled at Lorna. She had surrendered to me completely. "Okay," I whispered. "Be quick."

"I will," she smiled, and kissed me soft and slow.

I watched Lorna's fabulous, naked body as she slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, sending me a radiant smile over her shoulder. God, she was so gorgeous. I heard the tinkle of fluid as she urinated. Actually, maybe I should clean up too, I thought. Fresh breath never harmed anyone. In any case, I didn't want Lorna spending any time on her own, even if it were only a couple of minutes. She was primed for seduction... and I intended to head off any chance of the stunning young blonde cooling off.

Lorna turned to smile at me as I joined her in the bathroom.

"I'm going to borrow your toothpaste," I told her, placing one hand on her slender shoulder as I picked up my toothbrush.

Lorna stood on tiptoe and we kissed lingeringly. "You taste fine," she murmured, still smiling, "But be my guest."

The discreet hum of Lorna's electric toothbrush was joined by my mechanical scrubbing. I decided to try to urinate too, but my cock was so hard I had to sit down and bend double to poke my blunt tip beneath the toilet rim. Lorna giggled as she watched me.

"Look what you've done to me!" I admonished her playfully.

"Aw, you poor darling," Lorna purred, running her pencil-slim fingers over my greying scalp. She was standing before me now, the soft petals of her pouting labia completely exposed inches from my face. All her reserve had long since vanished.

"Well," she continued, her hands leaving me just before I succumbed to the temptation to pull Lorna towards me and open her delicate labia with my mouth, slipping my tongue into her vulva in a smooth, deep kiss. "While you're trying not to pee on the ceiling, I'm just going to smarten up a bit." 

I looked up and watched Lorna pick a brush from next to the sink, beginning to sweep it firmly through the soft silk of her long, white-blonde hair as she scrutinised her beautiful face for any tiny flaw. My stream of urine trickled to a halt, and as I ogled the tanned skin of Lorna's glorious, curvy hips, my penis – which had softened slightly whilst I passed water – immediately lifted clear of the toilet rim and arced steadily towards my navel, pulsing gently as it grew to full length.

Lorna uncapped a tube of lipstick and freshened her sensuous lips, bathing them with a moist coating of rich salmon-pink. I stood and joined her before the mirror, and Lorna's freshly waxed lips parted suddenly as my fingers found one of her special zones at the base of her spine and began to glide over her smooth skin there.

"You look gorgeous, Lorna," I murmured, drinking in the sight of her.

Lorna's pretty eyes were already beginning to film over with enjoyment at my touch. "I know," she whispered, her breath quivering as my sensitive fingers eased down into the cleft of her buttocks. "I know I'm beautiful," Lorna breathed, her lithe young body sagging against me, her carefully outlined eyes beginning to flutter at my ministrations. Her breath was quickening as my fingers caressed her back, her body arching with pleasure. "But... I love hearing you say it."

Lorna's silken hair flowed like liquid over my shoulder as she rested her head there, then she turned towards me and buried her pretty head in my chest, her slim hands slipping over my shoulders. I slid my arms around Lorna, and she murmured softly as I began to stroke her with both hands now.

"What have you done to me?" Lorna's voice was a muffled sigh, the girl pillowing her head on my chest and pressing her fabulous young body tightly against me. I gently pulled Lorna's superb buttocks apart and slid a fingertip all the way into the sensitive valley of her, stroking and stroking her soft anus until Lorna began to pant softly with excitement and her long fingernails were lightly scratching my skin as she ran her hands over my neck.

"What have you done to me?" Lorna whispered, her smooth body shivering with enjoyment in my arms. "I can't resist you."

"I know," I soothed. My huge, purple erection pressed into Lorna's soft belly, desperate for her. "I want you Lorna. I want you so much."

Lorna pulled her pretty head away from my chest and gazed into my eyes, her pupils huge with arousal. Her body was moulded seamlessly into mine.

"Take me then." Her voice was a breathless gasp. "... Take me."

Our mouths collided hard, Lorna's slippery tongue worming eagerly into my mouth even as mine slid deep into hers. We sucked passionately on each other, my hands running across Lorna's back and hips and buttocks with firm pressure now, her pencil-slim fingers fluttering on my shoulders. We were both panting with arousal, and making soft noises of appreciation as we found each others' special spots with our fingers and tongues. After a minute or two I tore my mouth from Lorna's sensuous, open lips, and she gasped with joy as I began to hoover my mouth over the muscles of her neck, sucking hard at Lorna's tender skin as my lips glided across her throat.

"God, I'm so wet," Lorna whimpered, her manicured fingernails scratching my shoulders as her fingers curled in enjoyment. "I'm so wet."

"Come on," I gasped into Lorna's ear, "I need you."

We shuffled from the bathroom, pausing at the door to feast off of each other once more, my arms pulling Lorna's fabulous body tight against me as I sucked her full, painted lower lip into my mouth before plunging my tongue between her teeth and curling it upwards to caress the roof of her mouth, forcing a soft whimper of pleasure from the stunning blonde. Unable to stop myself, my hips moved against Lorna in tiny, dry humps. We moved another two paces wrapped in each other's arms, and then Lorna's tongue was deep in my mouth, one long, silken leg gently rubbing up and down the outside of my thigh as my exploring fingers eased between Lorna's glorious buttocks and found the soft dent of her anus, massaging her gently there until she moaned happily into my mouth.

We never made it to the bed.

Lorna was whimpering softly as she sucked at my tongue, her luxuriant tan hips moving gently against my pulsing erection. I could feel her rounded pubis rubbing against my contoured shaft, the skin of her there still fabulously smooth as if it had been polished. She must have waxed very deeply before the weekend, or shaved very carefully just before coming down to the bar the previous evening... either way, she felt magnificent. I slipped both hands over Lorna's rounded buttocks, squeezing them eagerly.

Lorna pulled her mouth away from mine, her beautiful eyes fluttering open, her pupils huge and glazed with excitement.

"Lift me up," she panted, her slender arms snaking around my neck.

My eyes bulging with desire, I gripped Lorna's superbly elastic buttocks and picked her bodily off the ground, leaning her shoulders against the bedroom wall.

"Oh God, yes..." gasped Lorna, slipping her long, smooth legs around my hips until her slim ankles crossed over behind my back. She whimpered plaintively as I pulled her buttocks all the way apart, the action causing her pouting vulva to peel wetly open into a quivering, slippery tunnel. "Oh God yes, take me."

Gasping with arousal, I carefully positioned Lorna over my throbbing penis, a soft squeal of anticipation coming from her as the tip of my cock nestled between the open lips of her vulva. And then we both cried out in relief as I began to gently lower Lorna onto me, my huge erection slithering easily into her hot, wet body.

Lorna buried her pretty head into my shoulder, groaning as I let her slowly sink onto my purple penis. I relished the incredible heat of her as I let Lorna come down all the way onto me, feeling the blunt tip of my dome nose into her narrow cervix just as her shaven pubis settled onto the root of my shaft.

"God, you're big," Lorna muttered, drawing in a quivery breath as I began to kiss her neck and shoulders. Holding her pulled-apart buttocks tight in my hands I slithered away from Lorna, a soft sigh coming from her as I withdrew to my tip, then she gave a long, joyful whimper as I slid effortlessly all the way back into Lorna, the girl trembling in my arms as she absorbed the whole length of me.

"Oh God, that feels so good..." Lorna quavered as I slithered all the way into her once more, and then again, her beautiful head sagging against the wall, her sensuous mouth opening with delight as I began to thrust into her with smooth, unhurried strokes. "Huuhhh..."

I ogled Lorna as I fucked her with gentle rhythm, feeling her long, sculpted legs tightening around me each time I slid forward into her, the tiny silver thread of her ankle chain pressing into one of my buttocks. God, I needed Lorna so badly. Even though I had squirted hard into, and over, her just the previous night, I still couldn't get enough of her. She was simply fabulous. I slithered sweetly back into her again, Lorna shivering with enjoyment and her closed eyelids fluttering at the sensation of my huge erection working inside her. I thrust into Lorna once more, and her fabulous body shuddered at my inward stroke, her breaths quivering gasps of delight.

"S-so good..." Lorna moaned, her slim hands clutching at my shoulders.

"You like it, Lorna?" I panted, my purple penis gliding smoothly into her hot, wet body once more. "You like it, don't you?" I began to thrust into Lorna a little faster, my excitement increasing.

Lorna whimpered with joy as she felt my rhythm accelerate, my heavy erection slithering into her body more quickly now. "So good..." she gasped, her pretty head rolling to one side, then the other. "S...so...gooood..." Lorna's back began to arch against me as her pleasure increased, her breaths shivering with joy.

I fucked Lorna with smooth rhythm, revelling in the sensations of taking her. I had been dreaming, fantasising, planning, for months – and now it was really happening. I was actually fucking Lorna, fucking that amazing body. And she was letting me. I groaned as my thrusting hips shuddered at the pre-orgasmic tremor which rippled through me at the thought. Careful, I told myself. Wait... wait. I heard Lorna whimper plaintively, her long nails digging into my skin as her fabulous body trembled briefly in my arms, and I knew I may not need to wait too long. I moved my hips slightly so that my heavy, glistening shaft slithered into Lorna at a different angle, my glans slipping against a new contour of her vaginal walls as it slid inside her, and she shuddered with delight at the fresh burst of pleasure sweeping through her, Lorna's whimpers becoming helpless as her excitement began to blossom unstoppably.

I panted with triumph as I found Lorna's bloated G-spot with the ridge of my dome, thrusting into the girl a little more shallowly so my crest slid back and forth directly over Lorna's inflamed sweet spot. The gorgeous young blonde gave a choking moan as her curvy hips began to squirm with joy in my hands, her pretty head twisting to one side, her long, polished nails sharp on my skin. Lorna's fabulous body shivered in delight as another tremor rippled through her, and a few seconds later she shivered again, more deeply this time, Lorna's whimpers a breathless treble now. The crest of my penis slid rapidly back and forth over her defenceless G-spot.

"Yes, Lorna," I panted as I plunged sweetly into her again, again. She was squirming lithely in my arms, beautiful eyes squeezed shut, sensuous lips open wide. "Yes, Lorna!" I shifted position, my glans slithering across her bloated G-spot at a slightly different angle, and Lorna's gasps became anguished, her manicured nails beginning to break my skin as she clutched desperately at my shoulders. Around my waist, Lorna's long, silken legs began to tremble, her back arching until her jewelled belly pressed hard against me.

"Yes, Lorna!" I panted encouragingly, thrusting sweetly into her wonderful body as she began to shudder in my arms, her sensuous mouth opening in a pout of utter delight. I slid into her again, again, as Lorna teetered now on that delicious brink for several seconds, her nails slowly dragging red lines into my shoulders... and then Lorna cried out and her fabulous body convulsed with ecstasy, bucking hard against me as orgasm engulfed her.

I thrust all the way into Lorna once more as she collapsed, squirming wildly, against my shoulder, my penis suddenly flooded with a tremendous heat as she let go completely. "Ohhh... Fuuhuuck!" Lorna squealed, her long nails drawing vivid patterns across my back. "Fuuuuhhck!" she gasped, clawing at me as I thrust deep into her hot, squirting cunt. "...Fuuuhhck!" I buried myself fully into her, Lorna writhing in my arms as I pulled an inch or so back and slithered in right up to her cervix, her breaths becoming helpless moans. "Oh God, stop!" Lorna whimpered as I slid back into her again, her long, shuddering legs clamping tight around my hips, her teeth gripping my neck. "Stop, stop, oh God too much!" Lorna bucked with ecstasy on my long, contoured penis, almost sobbing with pleasure as her orgasm swept through her in deep, exquisite waves. I stopped thrusting and simply glided silkily back and forth inside her, holding Lorna's fabulous body tight against me as her vagina gripped my deeply buried cock in fast, hard contractions, her helpless moans rich with delight. Lorna's body arched powerfully against me and trembled violently in my arms for a few seconds, her sharp teeth biting my neck as she rode another wave of ecstasy, her vagina clamping firmly around my erection. "Oh God..." Lorna whimpered, clutching me tightly. "Where have you been? Where have you been? All this time?"




Taming Lorna Ch. 02



I licked Lorna's perfumed ear and soft neck as she relaxed for a moment and then strained, shuddering, against me once more, moaning softly. "The best..." she gasped when she was finally able to speak, and then her pretty head buried itself into my shoulder as her body vibrated gently for a second or two, her vulva squeezing my cock as she shook. "The best..." Lorna whimpered, panting, "...best ever."

I smiled, gently allowing Lorna's fabulous buttocks to close to their natural position. I was still monumentally erect, my balls heavy with semen. "Good," I murmured in Lorna's ear. "Good girl."

Finally, Lorna's slender arms slackened around my shoulders and she sagged back against the wall, panting with satisfaction. Her beautiful eyes opened just a little.

"Oh God... that was fabulous!" she breathed, a tired smile on her sensuous lips.

I leaned forwards and gently kissed her. "Yes it was," I agreed softly. "Thank you."

Lorna smiled radiantly. "Oh, the pleasure was all mine." She laughed, and then her pretty face grew quizzical, her eyes drifting off into the distance as her smooth hips wiggled experimentally on my long penis. "Actually, it was all mine, wasn't it? You didn't come, did you? I don't feel quite hot enough."

"No I didn't," I smiled. "Not yet."

Lorna's pretty eyes widened. "Oh God," she giggled. "I don't think I can take any more just yet."

I shrugged, still smiling. "We've got time," I assured her. "It's still before ten. Let me put you on the bed."

Lorna's slim arms tightened around my neck once more as I carried her over to the bed, her long legs still wrapped around my waist and my cock still buried in her soft, wet vulva. "Please be careful," murmured Lorna. "I'm still extremely sensitive."

As I stepped away from the wall I noticed a small, dark stain on the carpet between my feet where Lorna had let go during orgasm and flooded my thrusting erection with her hot lovejuice, the oils of her running from the root of my shaft onto the floor. I looked back up at Lorna's superb breasts and immaculate face, and smiled in triumph.

I lowered Lorna carefully onto the edge of the bed, my upper body bending forwards until her slender shoulders nestled into the sheets. Lorna spread her arms decadently across the full width of the bed with a moan of contentment, her sculpted legs still curled tight around my waist.

"Are you really that sensitive? Still?" I asked, and slid my half-withdrawn erection swiftly all the way back into Lorna.

She squeaked with laughter, her magnificent legs springing apart on either side of me. "God, yes!" she gasped. "I'm – ahahaha..." Lorna writhed, giggling, as I slid out of and back into her once more. "...Always like this after orgasm."

"Oh, okay." I smiled and, slipping my hands behind Lorna's shapely knees, I held her long legs wide apart and began to gently thrust in and out of her, my purple penis gliding smoothly in her sopping vulva.

Lorna squealed with delight, her fabulous body wriggling helplessly on the bed. "Oh God, oh God, stop!" she gasped, breathless with laughter. "No... please...!" Her legs twisted helplessly in my arms as I slithered easily into her once more, her pretty face turning red. "Plea... plea..." Lorna panted, her slender arms snaking across the sheets, giggling as I slid deep into her hypersensitive vagina. Her smooth body convulsed frantically at the sensation, her eyes beginning to shine with tears of laughter.

I chuckled and allowed my long, purple shaft to gently slither from Lorna's trembling body. "All right," I smiled, "I've tormented you enough. For now."

Lorna pulled herself into a foetal position, still giggling helplessly. "Oh God, you have no idea what that feels like," she gasped, smiling up at me. "If you don't stop at all when I come, I can just about bear it, whatever I might say at the time... but if you stop and start again...oh God!" Lorna laughed, her smooth body squirming sinuously at the mere thought of it.

I lay down on the bed and spooned comfortably into Lorna, presently slipping my arms around her and turning her fabulous young body towards me. Lorna rolled over, eased me onto my back, and boarded me, her slim hands sliding around my neck, her legs parting to straddle my thighs, her pretty head nestling into my shoulder. Lorna sighed softly in contentment, rubbing her cheek against my chest as I cuddled her in my arms, my fingers tracing gentle patterns across her back and hips. I marvelled as Lorna snuggled tighter against my body, relishing the feel and weight of her on top of me. She was completely, utterly, mine.

We lay in luxurious stillness for several minutes, our bodies and minds recovering from the ferocity of our sex. My fingers played across the flawless skin of Lorna's waist and buttocks, whilst her polished fingernails traced the muscles of my neck, our breaths slowing in relaxation. Then, just as I thought Lorna might be drifting to sleep, the young blonde lifted her gorgeous head, steepled her pencil-slim fingers on my chest, and rested her delicate chin on her hands, watching me.

"Feel good, Lorna?" I said. I was half-asking, half-telling her. It was important to keep the girl's mind soft.

Lorna nodded, her long, silken hair rippling delightfully over my chest as she did so.

"You enjoyed that... didn't you?" I murmured.

Lorna smiled a delightful, warm smile, her pretty face a picture of contentment. "It was the best sex I've ever had," she whispered.

I returned her smile. "So... what are we going to do? About us?"

Lorna sighed wistfully. "I don't know. Honestly."

"I want to see you again, Lorna," I told her. "I want to make love with you again." My touch became even lighter, my fingertips gliding across the flawless skin of Lorna's back and hips like feathers. "And..." I continued, "I know you want that too... don't you?"

Lorna's sensuous lips parted suddenly, her pretty eyes growing distant with my attentions. "Yes..." she whispered, "yes, I want that."

"Great," I smiled. Lorna's eyelids fluttered as I gently traced the contours of her lower back with my fingers, her breaths becoming soft sighs of enjoyment.

"But..." she whispered, her eyes attempting to re-focus on me. "...But, I can't leave Scott."

I eased my thighs a few inches apart, ogling Lorna's beautiful face as I opened her legs a little further. "You can't?"

"We've been together for five years," Lorna murmured, her voice not quite steady as my fingers stroked her rounded buttocks. "I can't just leave him...hnnng." A tiny noise escaped her throat as my hand slipped between Lorna's sculpted legs, caressing the sensitive flanks of her inner thighs. "I-I just can't," she breathed, her voice quivering as my fingers moved higher and began to run back of forth over Lorna's oily perineum. Her pretty eyes had lost focus completely now, filming over with enjoyment until they shone vacantly.

"I can't..." she quavered. "...not straight away."

I watched Lorna's beautiful, distant eyes as I ran my hands over her fabulous body, my breaths growing heavier. The girl was teetering on the brink of complete surrender to me now.

"That's fine," I reassured her. "I understand. You need some time." Gently massaging Lorna's soft, oiled perineum, I slipped my other hand beneath her rich, blonde hair and began to stroke the hollows of her slender neck, Lorna's painted lips opening as I found and caressed the sensitive glands and muscles there.

"Y-yeah..." Lorna whimpered, her pretty eyes glazed with enjoyment. "I need... a little time." A tiny moan escaped her as my slippery fingertip moved between her smooth legs and began to run across the secret cushion of her anus. "God, I want to be with you," Lorna whispered. Her pupils were beginning to expand with excitement below her half-closed lids, her sensuous lips open in a soft pout. "...With you," she quavered. "Just... a little...time."

I smiled at Lorna as I caressed her between her buttocks until her pupils grew huge with arousal.

"Very good, Lorna," I purred. "Take a little time. We can still see each other... while you decide."

"Yeah..." Lorna sighed, her breaths quivering as my fingertips glided over her neck and gently massaged between her elastic buttocks. "Yeah, that's great..." I didn't know if she was talking about our conversation or my ministrations – and it didn't matter.

I gently increased the pressure of my hand on Lorna's neck, drawing her pretty head down towards me until my open mouth nestled into the soft petals of her pouting lips, a tiny moan coming from Lorna as my tongue slid easily between her even, white teeth. I sucked Lorna hard onto me, savouring the taste of her lipstick and the slippery probe of her own tongue as she suddenly thrust it eagerly into my mouth, her long fingernails tightening on my shoulders. We kissed firm and deep, my other hand easing a little further between Lorna's silken thighs and tracing the contours of her soft, pink vulva. Her breaths were shivery with excitement against my cheek, the beautiful young blonde kissing me hard as I stroked the delicate lips of her vulva into a swollen, pouting flower. Lorna whimpered helplessly amidst our deep kiss as her sensitised labia suddenly parted with a soft, wet click under my gliding fingertips, and I used her body's most intimate surrender to my attentions as the signal to gently roll Lorna over onto her back and settle across her, our mouths still working smoothly together the whole time.

I quickly slid my arm from under Lorna's fabulous body and repositioned my hand between her silken legs, tracing the open lips of her labia with deft fingers, relishing the warm wetness of her as I dipped a fingertip into her body and brushed it across her textured G-spot. A tiny moan came from Lorna's throat at my gentle fingering, her sculpted thighs parting responsively beneath me until her long, smooth legs were spread wide open across the sheets. Panting with desire for her, I began to position myself astride her, my fingertips parting the girl's quivering labia like an inviting, open flower.

The blunt tip of my penis nosed into the delicate lips of her vulva, and Lorna's sensuous mouth tore away from me in a soft cry of joy as I leaned gently forwards and began to ease my long, purple shaft into her hot, wet cunt. Lorna shivered with delight as I entered her, the girl's polished fingernails pulling at my hips, her painted lips trembling at the sensation as I slithered in, and in, until the whole length of my penis was buried inside her body, the nose of my glans nestling against her cervix, my erection filling Lorna completely. She whimpered softly as my purple tip kissed the neck of her womb.

"God, you're huge," Lorna gasped, her beautiful eyes fluttering open to look at me, her pencil-slim fingers reaching up and stroking my face as I settled across her. "I can feel you stretching me."

I gazed ravenously down at the gorgeous blonde, enjoying the feel of her fingertips on my face, her lustrous body silk-smooth against my skin, her hot, tight vagina gripping the length of my penis.

"Too much?" I smiled down at Lorna as I withdrew to the ridge of my dome. "Or just enough?" I slid smooth and slow all the way back into her, drawing a soft whimper from the beautiful teenager.

"Ohhhh..." moaned Lorna as I slithered easily back into her. "Just... perfect..." I withdrew, and sank smooth and deep. "Perfect," Lorna whimpered, her slim hands reaching round me to caress my shoulders, her pretty head sagging to one side.

I withdrew, and slid sweetly into her. "Per..." she breathed, her carefully outlined eyes losing focus completely and beginning to flutter closed as I thrust deep into her. "Peh..." Lorna's sensuous lips quivered, her beautiful green eyes flickering. I slithered all the way back inside her, relishing the sweet friction, and this time Lorna's trembling lips moved but no sound came out. Her eyes were shut now, her enlarged pupils moving listlessly behind their painted lids. Smiling in triumph, I thrust deep into Lorna again, and again, my strokes smooth and patient, a helpless whimper Lorna's only response now. My long, heavy shaft glistened with her aromatic oils.

As Lorna and I moved together in sweet, unhurried rhythm, I lowered my head towards her immaculate face and gently eased my tongue between her glorious lips, Lorna whimpering softly into my mouth at each inward stroke. One of her sculpted legs slid around my rhythmically driving hips, pulling me down tighter onto her fabulous young body, her tongue thrusting into my mouth with a quivering moan as I slithered easily into her hot, responsive vulva once more. I pushed one hand deep into Lorna's white-blonde hair, my fingers suddenly full of rich silk, and I gasped with delight as her long, smooth leg tightened around my hips and her hand settled onto my neck, pulling me onto her and deepening our kiss until our tongues reached all the way into the bowl of each other's mouths while all the time we worked sweetly together in perfect union, both of us shivering with pleasure as my penis thrust into Lorna in long, delightfully unrushed strokes. This was not fucking, or rutting, any more. We were making love now, the beautiful teenaged blonde giving herself to me utterly. I had won her.

I slid my free hand down over Lorna's hourglass waist, over the flare of her curvy hip, and onto the underside of her long, smooth thigh, Lorna whimpering into my mouth each time I thrust silkily back into her. Exploring her soft palate with my tongue, I began to caress the sensitive flank of Lorna's inner thigh, and her back arched gently beneath me as my gliding fingertips swept across the velvet skin of her leg, my heavy erection filling her completely every second or so in blissful rhythm. Lorna's sensuous lips moulded themselves firmly into my searching mouth, and she moaned in delight as I began to thrust into her a little faster, her fabulous body trembling helplessly beneath me as a first, joyous pre-orgasmic tremor rippled through her. My erection was enormous, stretching Lorna tightly around me.

There was a knock on the door.

Lorna flinched upwards against me, her lithe tongue suddenly pulling from my mouth. "Christ!" she breathed, her pretty eyes fluttering open. The sinuous, rhythmic actions of our bodies had ceased now, but her voice was still quivering with excitement and beneath her hooded eyelids her pupils were still huge with arousal. "Christ, is that Scott? Oh God!" Lorna's beautiful face flushed a dull, brick red.

"Relax," I soothed, stroking her smooth cheeks and hoping she was wrong. "He's not due back for two hours yet. It's probably the room-maid."

"He might have forgotten his key," whimpered Lorna.

"Look," I gently took Lorna's pretty head in my hands, holding her eyes with mine. "I'll take my clothes and breakfast tray into the bathroom, and you answer the door. If it's Scott, bring him into the room and I'll slip out behind him. Okay?"

Lorna's carefully outlined eyes were wide with panic, her gorgeous body turned to stone beneath me. She was still heavily impaled on my long cock. "Okay," she whispered.

"And if it's the cleaner, tell her to go away... and then we'll just continue making love." I smiled reassuringly down at her.

A ghost of a returning smile played around Lorna's sensuous lips. "Okay. That sounds good."

The tap on the door was repeated, and Lorna drew in a shivering breath, her pretty eyes closing for a moment as she gathered herself.

"Just a minute!" Lorna called out. "Okay," she whispered to me, "let's go."

Her painted eyelids fluttered briefly as my heavy erection slithered gently from her fabulous body, and then I was off of her and scooping my clothes from the tableside chair. Hefting my breakfast tray in one hand I slipped into the bathroom, glimpsing Lorna wrapping herself in the bathtowel I had brought her earlier. The snow-white linen hugged her sensuous, tanned curves delightfully. God, she was so beautiful, I marvelled. With one slender arm she swept her long, ice-blonde hair free of the clinging towel, and I admired her as she strode by me with a brief, conspiratorial smile. I stood out of sight behind the bathroom door, my heart thumping.

"Hi," I heard Lorna murmur. "No... no, not yet." I felt the breath rush from me in a sigh of relief. It wasn't Scott. I knew, frankly, that it wouldn't be – I suspected that, at that very moment, he was still with Wendi, probably easing the tip of his penis halfway down her velvet throat as she clutched his buttocks eagerly in her slim hands... but it still hadn't stopped me from worrying.

"...Not for a couple of hours yet," I heard Lorna saying. "Checkout is one o'clock, right?"

I slipped from the bathroom as Lorna shut the door and leaned against it with a sigh, her eyes closed. "Wow," she whispered. "That was a fright and a half."

I quickly dropped my stuff back onto the table and went to her, taking both of Lorna's hands in mine and kissing her smooth forehead. She smiled up at me.

"Hang the 'Do Not Disturb' card on the door handle outside," I instructed her. As she curled one slim wrist around the edge of the door to clip the card into place, I drew the tucked-in towel from the small of Lorna's shapely back, slipping the tightly wrapped linen from around her body as she turned to face me. I ogled Lorna's amazing body in all its naked glory as the door clicked shut behind us.

"Lock it," I whispered huskily, my arms easing around Lorna's hourglass waist. Turning her pretty head, Lorna snicked the double-lock lever into position, her sumptuous body already beginning to slide meltingly into my arms.

I took Lorna's plump lower lip between mine as she turned to me, gently sucking it into my mouth and caressing the painted surface with the tip of my tongue. A tiny noise escaped Lorna's throat as I kissed her, my arms gathering her tighter into me arms so that the silk-smooth skin of that wonderful body pressed delightfully against me, then our mouths separated for a split-second before I took her top lip between mine, Lorna's sensuous lips closing over my lower lip and returning my suction. She had still been trembling gently in my arms at the scare we had just had, but as we started kissing repeatedly Lorna relaxed and settled contentedly against me. We swapped lips in each other's mouths, upper then lower, slowly at first and then firmer and quicker as our passion began to reignite, our bodies pressing eagerly together. We were about to make love again, I exulted, my tongue sweeping over Lorna's plump lips as she squeezed them one after another into my mouth, another soft murmur of enjoyment coming from deep within her throat. We were going to do it right here, I realized, one hand sliding into Lorna's silken, blonde hair, the other tightening around her waist and holding her flat, jewelled belly firmly against my huge erection. I was going to slide into Lorna right here against the door and begin plunging into her fabulous body, slowly at first, then quicker, and quicker, the hotel room door rattling in its frame as my hands gripped her beautifully elastic buttocks and she drew her sculpted legs up and around my thrusting hips, her fingernails beginning to drag at my skin as our movement became frantic and her whimpers high-pitched and helpless...

Then I felt Lorna's pencil-slim fingers on my face.

"I'm still a bit shaky," she giggled. "That was a big fright."

I smiled down at Lorna. Our kisses had already drawn a fat, transparent globe of pre-ejaculate from my hugely erect penis... but we had plenty of time. "Well, then I need to relax you," I told her. "We still have two hours alone."

I retook Lorna's manicured fingers in my hands and led her towards the bed, smiling at her. "Just lay down," I instructed reassuringly.




Taming Lorna Ch. 02



Her eyes never leaving mine, Lorna slid onto the bed, uncoiling her fabulous body and reclining into the soft pillows. Her beautiful face was soft and trusting. I placed her hands neatly by her sides and trailed my fingers over her hips, thighs and calves, Lorna stretching her sculpted legs luxuriantly under my fingertips with a faint moan of enjoyment. She let her slender arms spread across the full width of the bed, her pretty eyes finally leaving me and fluttering shut with a contented sigh as my hands began to caress her carefully pedicured feet. Lorna was sprawled decadently across the sheets now, already beginning to forget the interruption.

I knelt at the foot of the bed and slipped my fingers between Lorna's slim toes. Even her feet were beautiful – smooth and slender and shapely, her tiny toenails perfectly sanded and flawlessly painted with a rich, carmine polish. From the corner of my eye I saw the tiny silver thread of Lorna's ankle-bracelet glinting around the base of one tanned calf as I leaned towards her, and then I slipped my lips over Lorna's big toe and sucked her into my mouth, relishing the taste of her foot and the faintest hint of shoe-leather.

Lorna gasped softly, her toe flexing involuntarily in my mouth as my lips reached the very root of it and my tongue stroked up and down its full length. Her painted toenail was silky-smooth under my tongue.

"Mmmm..." Lorna murmured as I caressed her big toe with the tip of my tongue, presently releasing it and sliding my lips all the way onto her second toe, her slim foot moving gently in my cupped hand. Stroking every surface of Lorna's slim second toe with my tongue, I watched her pretty head roll gently to one side under my ministrations, her sensuous lips parting with a soft gasp as my mouth slipped onto her third toe and began to lick it softly, the tiny digit squirming helplessly at the sensation. I was monumentally erect now, relishing the feel and taste of Lorna's feet, and as my tongue separated her fourth toe from the fifth and guided the miniature digit to its root between my lips I saw Lorna's pouting vulva slowly peel open with arousal.

I smiled inwardly, licking at the carmine-tipped digit until it wriggled gently in my mouth, before drawing her tiny, involuntarily quivering little toe all the way between my lips and covering it with my deftly stroking tongue. Lorna's painted lips opened a little further, a soft moan of enjoyment escaping her throat, her slim feet turning sinuously in my hands.

"Feel good?" I purred, switching to Lorna's other foot and sucking her big toe all the way into my mouth with delicious slowness.

"Ohhh yes..." breathed Lorna, her carefully pedicured big toe twitching helplessly on my caressing tongue. Her slender hands lay open and upturned on the mattress, her slim fingers fluttering with pleasure, and as I switched to her second toe and began to suck it into the groove of my questing tongue her arms shifted aimlessly across the sheets, the tiny, silver thread of her bracelet riding up along her slim forearm at the movement. She sighed with enjoyment. "Ohhh, yes... feels lovely."

"Are you relaxing?" I murmured. Lorna's beautifully presented third toe disappeared between my lips, wriggling gently as it became wrapped in my exploring tongue.

Lorna drew in a long, shivering breath as my lips slid to the root of her third toe, sucking it firmly. "Ohh..." She was almost whimpering with contentment, her smooth hips beginning to move in slow gyrations across the sheets as she became more and more excited. The delicate lips of Lorna's labia were swollen and glistening with arousal.

"Ohhh God, yess..." she sighed, and gasped gently as her fourth toe slid, squirming helplessly, into my mouth. Her head rolled slowly to one side. "S-Scott... Scott..." Lorna's pencil-slim fingers curled with enjoyment as my tongue caressed the tiny digit, exploring the slender root of her toe. "...Scott... hnnnn... never does this." Lorna's pouting vulva spread even further open in her excitement, and the aromatic sex oil which had been brimming from her swollen lips began to dribble lazily down over her smooth perineum. Her luxuriant, tan hips squirmed with pleasure.

"Well, Scott isn't here," I purred, my hands caressing the contours of Lorna's beautiful, wriggling feet. "I am."

Lorna gave a sudden, plaintive bleat of pleasure as my mouth slid all the way onto her last, little toe, the tiny, carmine-tipped digit wriggling furiously as I wrapped my tongue tightly around its whole length. By luck, I had saved her most sensitive toe until last, and as I sucked it down to the very root Lorna's fabulous young body squirmed with delight and her long fingernails scurried helplessly across the thin sheets, her plump breasts heaving with her soft, aroused panting. Her labia strained eagerly from the waxed lips of her sex, whilst a few inches higher the complex jewel embedded in Lorna's navel shook as her belly trembled with excitement.

She was ready.

I let Lorna's tiny toe slither from my mouth, and released her pedicured feet.

"Get on you hands and knees," I instructed. I too was panting harshly, unbelievably aroused. I had been enjoying Lorna's fabulous body for almost two hours, and been thrusting sweetly inside her divine sex pocket for probably twenty minutes, without yet orgasming. My balls felt hot and heavy with semen, the tip of my glans glistening with a thick dribble of pre-ejaculation fluid. I felt as though, when I finally climaxed, I would come so hard into Lorna that my sperm would shoot right through her insides and come squirting out of her sensuous mouth.

Lorna quickly flipped herself over and crouched invitingly before me, flicking her long, silken blonde hair delightfully over one shoulder so she could turn to look at me. She allowed her curvy hips to jut enticingly towards me, her soft labia opening wetly as her buttocks spread with the rearward movement of her hips. Her beautiful, hooded eyes were black with need.

"Please..." Lorna whispered. "Please..."

My eyes bulging with excitement, I slipped my knees between Lorna's shapely calves, my hands sliding onto her smooth hips. Lorna's pretty head slowly turned forwards once more as I positioned myself behind her, the girl's sensuous, painted lips parting with a whimper of anticipation at the touch of my slippery tip against first one, then both, of her delicate labia, my blunt glans nosing between her open sex.

I leaned forward and we both cried out in relief as my heavy dome slipped into Lorna's wet, swollen vulva. My trembling hands gripped her curvy hips as I entered Lorna, her pretty head arching back with a helpless groan of delight as my hugely erect penis slithered smoothly, easily, into her quivering vagina until I was up to my hilt inside her and the tip of my cock squeezed gently into the constriction at the neck of her cervix. "Oh God, yesss..." Lorna whimpered as I bumped lightly into the base of her womb, her fabulous body shuddering around me. "Oh God, that's so good."

Slowly I withdrew to my tip before gliding sweetly all the way back into her, drawing a soft whimper of delight from Lorna's sensuous, open mouth. Her beautiful head turned slightly towards me as I withdrew and slithered back inside her again, and again, Lorna's painted lips quivering with joy, her expression rapt, her breaths soft gasps of relief at each of my smooth inward strokes. I shuddered with pleasure as my long, purple penis slid effortlessly all the way into Lorna once more, the girl rocking gently onto me each time as we began to move together in a sweet, unhurried rhythm. God, she felt fabulous. She looked fabulous. She was fabulous. I slid my hands inwards and began to massage her gloriously elastic buttocks, feeling Lorna tremble softly in my hands as I thrust smoothly into her and she whimpered with excitement at the tiny, pre-orgasmic ripple which had suffused her belly.

Lorna had become so wet during my sucking of her toes – I had, essentially, masturbated Lorna almost to climax through her feet – that the whole of her natal cleft from pubis to anus was slick with her own oils, and as I thrust sweetly into her hot, responsive vulva and manipulated her magnificent buttocks, I allowed my thumbs to stroke inwards until they were sliding wetly over Lorna's perineum, drawing a shivering moan from the girl at my firm massaging of her.

"Feels good, doesn't it Lorna?" I panted, my erection slithering into her, and into her. God, she felt so good.

"Ohhh..." Lorna's pretty head tossed gently each time I slid all the way inside her, the sleek mane of her white-blonde hair shimmering in the morning light. I let my slippery thumbs sweep over the soft pad of her anus, stroking her taut sphincter muscle, and she quivered as I thrust smoothly into her vulva and caressed her anus, her pleasure-weakened arms trembling on the brink of collapsing under her. "Ohhhh..." Lorna whimpered, shivering with delight as I slithered sweetly into her once more, my thumbs stroking back and forth across her soft anus with swift rhythm. "Ohhh God, so good..."

I shuddered involuntarily as I thrust into the girl's beautiful body, gritting my teeth at the exquisite, warning ripple of impending orgasm. Hold on, I told myself, wait for her. Besides, I had something I wanted to do.

"Lorna," I murmured, feeding the whole length of my penis into her as she rocked back onto me, her glorious hips quivering with pleasure under my hands. "Lorna, I'm going to try something now." I had moved my thumbs and was massaging Lorna's soft, wet anus with one index finger. I slipped my free arm around Lorna's smooth, tanned hips as we moved sinuously together, my hand settling across her shaven pubis and my forearm controlling the motion of her hips, one finger gently caressing Lorna's slippery clitoral hood.

Lorna rocked all the way back onto my thrusting erection until I nosed into the neck of her womb, her pretty head tossing gently at the sensation. "Anything," she whimpered, rocking onto me once more, her white-blonde hair shimmering with the rhythmic tossing of her beautiful head. "Anything you want."

I was stroking the soft pucker of Lorna's anus with firm strokes now, my slippery fingertip denting the elastic muscle of her sphincter. Thrusting my long penis sweetly into her responsive vulva, I pressed harder with my finger and Lorna gave a soft cry as my fingertip suddenly opened her anus and slid to the first knuckle into her rectum. Still thrusting smoothly back and forth inside Lorna in glorious rhythm, I gently eased my lovejuice-soaked finger into her hot, tight rectum until it was buried to the root inside her. Lorna's anus gripped my fingertip tightly at first in an instinctive attempt to expel me before relaxing and letting my finger glide smooth and deep into her hot bowel, Lorna mewing softly at the sensation, her luxuriant hips squirming on my penis and finger.

As I thrust into Lorna I could feel the contours of my shaft sliding back and forth beneath my fingertip, separated from it only by the thin membrane between Lorna's vagina and rectum. Panting hard with arousal, I began to bear down on the paper-thin membrane of her, my finger curling inside her rectum as I trapped the thin sheet of nerves and muscle firmly between my fingertip and my sweetly thrusting cock.

Lorna gave a helpless bleat of delight as I bore down inside her hot rectum, collapsing onto her elbows before me as her trembling arms finally gave way with pleasure.

"God...!" she gasped, her flawless body squirming powerfully in my arms. I bore down harder, squeezing the sensitive membrane of her tightly against my thrusting cock, and in turn pressing the underside of my shaft firmly against Lorna's rough-textured G-spot.

"God Christ!" Lorna whimpered, her soft belly suddenly trembling against my arm wrapped around her hips as an exquisite wave of pre-orgasmic pleasure overtook her. "Oh Jesus God yes, that's amazing..." Her pretty head sagged onto the duvet and rolled slowly to one side, painted eyelids flickering with delight.

I devoured Lorna with my eyes as I thrust and thrust into her, our rhythm brisk now, my finger wormed deep in her anus beginning to massage the thin, inflamed membrane of her, the firm pressure I was exerting there pushing my plunging cock downwards so it was ploughing into the front wall of her vulva where all Lorna's sweet spots lay. Her fabulous body quivering helplessly as another exquisite tremor rippled through her, Lorna's slim, fluttering fingers found the corner of a pillow and pulled it weakly towards her. As I thrust into Lorna, and thrust, and thrust, Lorna shakily fed the corner of the pillow into her sensuous, open mouth and began to whimper helplessly into the soft cushion, her beautiful body shivering with pleasure, her eyes tightly shut and her teeth biting into the padded linen.

I smiled with triumph as I fucked the gorgeous young blonde, my curled finger deep inside her rectum moving swiftly across the sensitive membrane of her now. Lorna shuddered briefly once more as I plunged sweetly into her, and into her, the girl moaning into the pillow crammed into her sensuous mouth, and as I watched her eyelids suddenly squeeze even more tightly shut and her helpless gasps of delight suddenly freeze into a breathless silence, I knew that the beautiful nineteen-year-old was teetering on the very brink of release. Her glorious hips shuddered in my arms as I squeezed and thrust. Yes Lorna, I gloated, yes. I bore down hard inside her rectum, my penis slithering rapidly back and forth in the furrow of her quivering vagina.

Then the air rushed from Lorna in a gasp of ecstasy and she began to buck fiercely in my arms, her jewelled belly convulsing under my hand as I held her against me, my erection still plunging deep inside her body. Lorna cried out joyously as she lost control, her body writhing in the anguish of ecstasy as her orgasm overwhelmed her and she let go in a hot gush of lovejuice, her helpless squeals only slightly muffled by the pillow filling her sensuous mouth. I stroked sweetly inside Lorna, slower and less firm now as she shuddered with release and her pencil-slim fingers scrabbled at the soft pillow – but I wasn't going to stop... not this time. I smiled. This time, Lorna was going to take it.

I allowed my finger to slide from Lorna's rectum, the soft pucker of her anus closing snugly behind me. She was breathing in shallow, quivering gasps, whimpering plaintively into the pillow as I thrust my heavy erection sweet and slow in and out of her saturated vagina, her squirming body gripping my gently plunging shaft in the fast, hard contractions of deep orgasm. But the explosion of her absolute peak was passing now.

"Lorna," I panted. I slid easily all the way into her once more. "Lorna... I'm going to pull out, and you are going to roll onto your back."

Lorna didn't answer as I slithered from her fabulous body – the girl was so overcome with orgasm she couldn't even speak – but as I released her and she collapsed weakly onto the bed, the pillow slipping from her sensuous, open mouth, she made a feeble attempt to roll onto her side. Taking Lorna in my arms I helped her over until she was sprawled face-up across the sheets, her beautiful eyes defocused slits in her rapt face. Lorna was still whimpering softly as the waves of her orgasm swept through her, her fabulous body trembling in a brief spasm of ecstasy as I opened her long, silken legs with my hands. The girl was completely spent, her pretty eyes wandering aimlessly across the ceiling as her brain busied itself with its own pleasure. But I wanted to finish off with the beautiful young blonde wrapped around me.

I settled across Lorna's fabulous, tanned body, her sensuous lips responding languidly to me as I kissed her and my tongue snaked briefly into her mouth. Then, Lorna's back arched and she moaned at her own sensitivity as I slid into her once more, entering Lorna smoothly until she trembled with another sudden swell of pleasure and my glans found the upper neck of her hot, wet cunt.

"Ahhh..." she whimpered, shivering as I drew back and slithered easily forward until the tip of my penis touched her cervix. "So..." Lorna mewed softly and arched upwards beneath me as I slid all the way into her, ogling her immaculate face. "So... sensitive...!" she gasped, giggling as I thrust sweetly into her once more.

"I know," I panted. "Hold me."

"Oh God..." Lorna whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut and her manicured fingers weakly finding my shoulders. Panting with excitement, I slithered into Lorna, and into her, more firmly now, making her hypersensitive body tremble at each stroke. "Ohhh...God..." she giggled, her pretty head sagging to one side with a gasp of almost unbearable delight as she clung fiercely to me and her flawless body shuddered for a second or two as a wave of exquisite pleasure flushed through her. "Oh God, oh God fuck..."

I couldn't wait any longer. My balls were full to bursting now. Lorna was beginning to wriggle helplessly underneath me as I slid back and forth inside her with increasing rhythm, already beginning to lose control of my movements, and I slipped both of my hands under Lorna's superbly pneumatic buttocks and held her still as I began to thrust smooth and deep in her hot, tight body. Lorna's sensuous mouth opened wide and she cried out softly at the delight of her own sensitivity, her curvy hips struggling vainly beneath me, her long, polished fingernails curling sharply into my shoulders and pulling me down onto her. I plunged my mouth into the base of Lorna's perfumed neck, hoovering hungrily across the smooth, scented skin, my own body trembling now as a ripple of pre-orgasmic joy radiated through my thrusting hips. I had ogled Lorna's fabulous body all morning – now I wanted every beautiful inch of her moulded tightly to every inch of me when I climaxed with her.

Lorna cried out plaintively once more as I began to accelerate, her flawless body convulsing underneath me in a swell of deep, surging pleasure, her luxuriant hips struggling to escape my hands even as her manicured fingernails dragged across my shoulders and pulled me greedily onto her. Lorna was trapped in an exquisite dilemma, torn in her almost unbearable joy between pulling away and receiving even more, and as I began to plunge sweetly inside her Lorna finally groaned in abandonment and her long, silken legs slid around my driving hips, tightening powerfully around me and holding me deep inside her. 

"Oh God God yes!" she cried as I pulled back as far as her tightly wrapped legs allowed, and plunged smoothly all the way back into her, forcing her sensuous, painted lips to open wide with pleasure. "Ride me," Lorna panted, her fabulous body shuddering as I slithered into her, and into her. "Ohhh fuuhck! Ride me! Ride me!"

We began to work passionately together, Lorna bucking and shivering beneath me and still gently contracting around my thrusting cock in soft squeals of delight as the final ripples of her last orgasm blended straight into exquisite warning tremors of the next one. Her arms and legs wrapped tighter around me as I plunged into Lorna again and again, my lips sucking hungrily across her scented neck and jewelled ears, my hands clutching her gorgeous buttocks. I shifted position slightly on top of Lorna and a strong, pre-orgasmic swell rushed through me, leaving me suddenly close to the point of no return.

As I drove into Lorna and my questing mouth vacuumed into the base of her neck, I felt Lorna's sensuous lips close over my shoulder, then her sharp teeth bit hard into my skin. She shuddered convulsively beneath me, a soft, animal bleat escaping her as her long nails found my plunging buttocks and drew down across them sharply, her back arching from the bed and lifting me bodily upwards. Oh God, I exulted, she was about to come again. I whimpered with excitement as I plunged deep into Lorna's glorious, straining body, teetering on the very brink of my own climax now.




Taming Lorna Ch. 02



Lorna bit down fiercely on my shoulder with a muffled cry, her fabulous body vibrating beneath me as if electrified. Then her pretty head slammed back into the pillow and her arching body collapsed beneath me, and Lorna's sensuous mouth opened with a squeal of ecstasy, her manicured fingernails scrabbling desperately at my back.

I whimpered as I finally lost control, plunging sweetly into Lorna's writhing body during those blissful seconds between surrender and the hit of orgasm. Her mouth was at my neck now, biting me, her long nails sharp across my buttocks, her body shuddering and squirming and suddenly becoming even hotter and wetter as she let go helplessly, and then I let her tightly squeezing legs around my hips pull me into her one more time and I cried out in utter delight as my orgasm rose up and engulfed me.

Dimly I felt myself expel a long, blissful jet of semen deep into Lorna's glorious young body, then I was overwhelmed completely and my overheated brain exploded into colours as orgasm took over everything. I was vaguely aware that I was squirting and squirting, and each time the sperm jetted from me it sent another burst of ecstasy flooding through me and forced a soft cry of relief from my lips. Beneath me, I could feel Lorna straining rhythmically against me every few seconds, each of her spasms sending a shudder rippling through her and making her hot, wet vagina grip me tightly, a whimper of delight escaping her at each contraction. We had been locked motionlessly together for some moments now, but as the first white heat of our orgasms ebbed I began to slither gently back and forth inside Lorna, each soft stroke drawing another thick dribble of semen from my pulsing cock. Lorna had released my shoulder and her head had sagged into the pillow during her climax, and now her sculpted legs slipped weakly away from me to lie sprawled open across the duvet, her tanned body trembling briefly against me once more. Lorna was groaning with satisfaction each time she vibrated beneath me, her slim hands now stroking my shoulders tenderly, and as my strength returned I slid my hands from around Lorna's superbly elastic buttocks and propped myself wearily onto my elbows, my head buried in the rich, white-blonde silk of her hair. I slid gently into Lorna, and the last droplet of sperm oozed from my purple penis to lay thick and heavy at the neck of her womb. We were both sighing with contentment.

I kept moving slowly back and forth inside Lorna every few seconds for quite some time, the last ripples of our orgasms ebbing into a deep satisfaction. I gently kissed Lorna's slender neck, her jewelled ears, and then slipped each of her full, painted lips into my mouth, both of us still murmuring softly with orgasmic pleasure. I wanted to wait until I had softened completely inside Lorna before pulling out of her, but the girl was simply too gorgeous, and felt too good, for me to lose the whole of my erection even after such a shattering release. I shrank perhaps an inch, my contoured shaft disgorging from iron-hard down to medium-firm, and simply refused to get any smaller. After a minute or two of gentle, post-coital kissing, I allowed myself to slither slowly from Lorna's fabulous body as our mouths snugged responsively together in sweet contact, the last of her gentle contractions rhythmically squeezing the length of me out of her.

I slumped exhausted onto my back alongside Lorna, one hand playing idly with her long, blonde hair.

"Oh Jesus," I gasped, still panting with adrenaline. Lorna rolled weakly onto her side and rested her pretty head on my chest, one slender arm crawling around my waist. She was so spent, she could scarcely move.

"Ohhh..." she sighed, rubbing her smooth cheek into my shoulder. "Ohhh... fabulous. Fabulous."

I slipped one arm around her lush young body, encouraging Lorna to snuggle tighter against me. "Yes it was," I murmured. "You are something else, Lorna."

"Mmmm..." She kissed my chest, her slender arm creeping around my shoulder. "So are you. That finger in my bum thing was incredible." Lorna sighed happily at the thought of it. "No-one has ever done that to me during sex before. I'm glad you were the first."

I smiled in satisfaction. In one way, at least, I had taken Lorna's virginity during our lovemaking. I stroked Lorna's rich, silken hair, and presently she tilted her beautiful face up towards me. A hint of a smile played around her sensuous lips as she studied me.

"What are you thinking?" I asked her. My hand ran onto her slim shoulders, caressing her soft, tanned skin.

Lorna's smile grew warm. "I'm thinking that, twenty-four hours ago, I hardly knew you and didn't pay you much attention. You certainly grow on a girl." She giggled as my fingers travelled lightly down to the small of her back, stroking her there. One of her long, smooth legs slipped across my thighs.

Yes I do, I thought, smiling down at her. With a little help. "Good," I purred. "I know how much you're enjoying us." Lorna was becoming more and more enveloped in the desire for me I had planted in her the previous evening, and I was now able to virtually tell her what to think.

Lorna's pretty eyes grew wistful. "I can't quite believe it," she murmured. "So quick. It's all happened so quick."

I smiled reassuringly at her. The briefest memory of Lorna from the previous night, lying sprawled across the sheets almost senseless with alcohol and sedative, flashed into my mind. I pushed it away. "It happens," I soothed. "And when it does..." I held her beautiful green eyes. "...Accept it." My voice was a soft purr.

Lorna nodded, her eyes soft. "This has been the best morning of my life," she murmured.

"I know," I whispered. "Mine too." It was true, I knew, for both of us. I drank in every detail of Lorna's immaculate face, my fingers caressing the gorgeous young blonde's smooth buttocks.

Lorna giggled. "I go out with a guy for five years, and then someone's overwhelmed me in twenty-four hours."

I smiled. Overwhelmed. What a lovely word. Lorna's sculpted thigh touched the tip of my penis as she snuggled happily against me, and - by God – I felt myself beginning to stir already. I wondered if I had enough time to do her again. Maybe I would lay back and let Lorna slide all the way down onto me, her fabulous body beginning to work rhythmically up and down on my long penis until she was bucking excitedly above me and I fountained gloriously into her once more.

I stretched out and picked Lorna's slim phone from her bedside table, keying the touch-screen.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, "it's gone midday."

Lorna's pretty head jumped from my chest. "Christ!" she squeaked. "We should be making ourselves presentable for the great man's return."

I chuckled. "Or, we could just lie here together until Scott gets back and let him find us in bed, wrapped naked around each other."

Lorna giggled and allowed her head to settle back into my shoulder, her lithe young body nestling sinuously into me. "Mmmm. That's very tempting actually..." she smiled, her pencil-slim fingers running through my greying chest hair. "...But it might make for a bit of an atmosphere in the car on the way home."

"Then I guess at some point we need to get up," I answered.

It took another ten minutes for Lorna and I to finally summon up the will to unwind ourselves from each other, and by the time we did it was nearly twelve-thirty.

"Oh Jesus, look at me," Lorna laughed, peering between her legs as she stood. During our post-coital snuggling, the semen and lovejuice had oozed from Lorna's vulva and spread across her inner thighs, and as she bent to pick up the bathtowel a thick rivulet of sperm slid from her labia and began to roll down the inside of one wet, sculpted thigh.

I stood and walked round behind Lorna, slipping my arms around her and drawing her back-first against me. She leaned her head against my shoulder, and as her silken hair rippled delightfully across my chest, I slipped my hands between her legs and began to massage the semen and lovejuice across Lorna's inner thighs.

"Oh yuck," she giggled, "that's really horrible." Her sculpted flanks parted obediently under my touch, her sensuous, smiling lips suddenly parting with enjoyment as my slippery fingers massaged the junctions between her thighs and pubis. "That's..." Lorna drew in a not-quite-steady breath, her painted eyelids half-closing at my touch. "Huhh... horrible." Her slim hands groped back towards me and slid over my hips, pulling me tighter against her. One of her long legs bent outwards and lifted at the knee so that her slim foot rested high up on my shin and allowed me full access to her natal cleft.

"Huhhh... hohhr..." Lorna breathed as my cool, slippery fingers gently massaged her oily perineum, one fingertip tracing the contours of her saturated labia and slipping beneath her exposed clitoral hood, tickling her soft, pink sheath until her tiny clitoris began to peep from its protective cover. Lorna's eyelids were closed and flickering with pleasure. "Huhhhh..." she whimpered.

Lorna's head tilted back against my shoulder, her polished fingernails beginning to clutch at my hips and her finely turned nipples stiffening into long, supple pegs as my hands glided smoothly between her thighs and my oiled finger began to masturbate beneath her clitoral hood, sending her tiny clit wiggling from side to side. "Huhhh... hhhuuhhh..." Lorna shivered with pleasure and sagged weakly into my arms, giving in completely to my attentions now, already panting softly with excitement. "Hhuuuhhhh..." Her silken legs parted further as I trapped the tip of her clitoris beneath my oiled finger and began to gently wipe my fingertip across its slippery face in smooth, fast rhythm, flicking it swiftly from side to side. "Huuuhhh..." Lorna whimpered, shuddering with delight in my arms. "Huunnhhh... hhunnnhhh..."

"Don't blame all this on me," I murmured into Lorna's scented ear, stroking the thick, oily mess into her shining thighs as I caressed the tip of her reddening clitoris with tiny, swift strokes. Lorna's pretty eyes were fluttering uselessly now, her sensuous lips quivering with arousal. My penis was beginning to lengthen quickly now, the soft skin of my shaft turning purple as it grew firm. "A lot of this is yours." 

"Hhunnnhhh..." Lorna's soft, helpless moan was her only reply, her pretty head arching back hard into my shoulder, her fabulous body squirming gently in my arms as her tiny clit slithered rapidly from side to side beneath my fingertip, her perfect buttocks grinding against my burgeoning erection. No, I thought reluctantly. I had to stop this now or we would soon pass the limit of our control, and Scott would return to his hotel room to find Lorna and I making smooth, passionate love on his bed.

I let my hands drift from Lorna's pubis and thighs, smiling at her as her eyes fluttered open and she presently lifted herself out of my arms to support her own weight on her long, silken legs once more. "Oh Jesus..." she sighed shakily, turning towards me with a soft smile. Her pupils were still heavily dilated from my masturbation of her.

"I know a lot of it is mine," she whispered, reaching up and kissing me lingeringly on the lips. "Thank you for making me squirt so hard. I've never come like that in my life before. Not that much. Not that often. Not that intense."

I studied her gorgeous face. Lorna was utterly perfect. My lips closed over the tip of her pert nose, her eyelids fluttering shut with contentment as I kissed her.

"I want you so much, Lorna," I whispered.

A tiny noise came from the girl's throat as my tongue slipped into her delicate ear, her fingers running up over my chest. "Yes," Lorna breathed, her sensuous lips quivering. "Yes... yes."

I pulled back and held her beautiful eyes. "We need to see each other again. Very soon."

Lorna gazed up at me unblinking, her eyes soft and trusting. "I know," she murmured. "I want that too... so much."

"Good!" I smiled. "Let me have your number, and we'll speak later tonight."

We spent a few seconds tapping each other's details into our phones, and then Lorna surveyed the hotel room critically.

"This looks quite bad, actually," she concluded.

She was right. The duvet had been kicked off of the bed during our lovemaking, revealing a rumpled sheet sporting two or three large, wet squirt-stains soaked through to the mattress. One of the pillows was screwed into a soft, white pretzel, its corner ringed with a vivid lipstick print where Lorna had fed it into her sensuous mouth during orgasm. Several tiny red lines from the scratches Lorna had clawed into my back criss-crossed the sheet. There were two used breakfast trays on the bedside tables, several spots of Lorna's helplessly expelled lovejuice darkening the carpet by the wall where we had frantically coupled, and the whole room reeked of sex.

"Hmm... all right," I began, pondering. "I can take my tray and clothes back to my room. Put the duvet back onto the bed and pull it over all the marks, and don't let Scott anywhere near it. Throw the bathtowel over the carpet where you came against the wall. I'll open the window."

As I strolled over to the glass, I heard Lorna gasp. "Oh God, your back! I'm sorry."

I swung the window wide open, hoping the heavy, musky smell of sex would disperse before Scott returned. I turned to Lorna, smiling.

"Actually I enjoy being scratched," I replied. "It lets me know I'm doing something right."

"Is it painful?" Lorna looked mortified, her pretty face full of concern.

"No." I shook my head. "Really, it's okay. It's kind of like a badge of honour."

Lorna giggled. "I think I've given you some epaulettes as well. Look."

I turned towards the mirror at the foot of the bed. My shoulder sported two sets of teeth-marks pressed deep into the skin, each livid ring surrounding a dark red bruise where Lorna had bitten and sucked at me during her orgasms. The sight, a visible reminder of Lorna's helplessness to resist me as I thrust into her again and again until she lost control in a hot, gushing climax, made me feel quite horny.

"Mmm... that's rather sweet," I smiled, turning to her. I wanted to go to Lorna and kiss her, but knew I daren't. Scott would be back very soon, and if I kissed Lorna now we would sink back onto the bed, tongues beginning to slither into each other's mouths, and we wouldn't be able to stop. Scott would likely knock on the door just as I was slipping my purple penis all the way into his gorgeous girlfriend, her soft whimper of joy alerting him to why he was locked out of his own hotel room...

I took a deep breath. "Okay... do you have a spare pillow anywhere?"

"Er..." Lorna strode to the cupboard, giving me a splendid view of her amazing body as she stood on tiptoe to reach the top shelf. "Yeah, here."

"Good," I replied. "Put that one on the bed, and put the chewed one up there. Make sure the lipstick mark is hidden."

"Okay." Lorna presently shut the cupboard door. "How are we looking?"

I surveyed the hastily tidied room. It all appeared quite innocent now.

"Fine," I answered. "That'll do. I'll slip back next door, get packed and ready, and I'll come back for our departure. Okay?"

"Sounds good," Lorna smiled. Then she strode towards me and pressed her fabulous young body tight against me, her pencil-slim fingers caressing my shoulders as she sucked my lower lip eagerly into her sensuous mouth. I began to grow long and firm immediately, my hands slipping around Lorna's hourglass waist and relishing the feel of her silk-smooth skin.

"Thank you," Lorna murmured as we separated. "So much."

"Thank you," I whispered. She was mine, I exulted, utterly mine.

"All right," she smiled. "Go on, before he returns."

I didn't bother to dress properly, simply pulled on my trousers and piled the rest of my clothes along with my toothbrush and lubricant onto my breakfast tray, then carried it all back to my room. I showered quickly, admiring the vivid lines Lorna had drawn into my back as she had clawed frantically at me during the peaks of her abandonment. I managed to find a collared shirt which covered the love-bites on my shoulders, then began to pack.

Pausing outside the hotel room I had left only minutes before, I heard voices. Scott was there, apologising. I heard Lorna sigh.

"Look, don't worry about it," I heard her say. "It's one of those things. Let's just get home."

I knocked, and Scott opened the door. His eyes were heavy with lack of sleep, and he winked at me. "All right? Come on in."

That was a good start, I thought as I entered the room. Scott was behaving far too cordially to have found anything too incriminating upon his return.

I briefly caught Lorna's eye over his shoulder, and she smiled before pouting her lovely lips at me in a sensual air-kiss.

"Hi Lorna," I beamed innocently. She was dressed in a simple, white T-shirt which showed off the shape and fullness of her breasts wonderfully and which finished just above her jewelled belly-button, revealing a couple of inches of flawlessly tanned tummy above her skin-tight, black, calf-length Lycra leggings. She looked sensational.

"Hi," she murmured as Scott turned back towards her. "I've just got to gather some stuff from the bathroom and I'm good to go," she informed him.

We both admired Lorna's rear view as she strolled into the bathroom.

"So how was your night?" I murmured to Scott when we heard Lorna collecting her sprays and cosmetics.

Scott's eyes widened. "Amazing," he whispered. "Wendi is something else. Thanks for everything."

"That's quite all right," I assured him.

"I hope you weren't too bored last night?"

I smiled. "No... I wasn't, actually."

Lorna reappeared, clutching a pink toiletry bag. "Okay, I'm ready," she announced.

Scott frowned. "Hmm... I might just do a pee before we leave," he decided.

Lorna and I eagerly locked eyes and gazed hungrily at each other as soon as the bathroom door shut, then I leaned forward and kissed her smooth cheek, one hand slipping beneath the hem of that short T-shirt and stroking the small of her back.

"Stop it!" Lorna whispered, almost giggling. She went to push me away, but her slim hand slid onto my chest and stayed there, caressing softly, enjoying the warmth of me through my shirt. I gently kissed the corner of Lorna's freshly painted lips, careful not to disturb her lipstick.

"I know," I purred, letting my hand slide from Lorna's bare waist down over the lobe of one glorious, Lycra-sheathed buttock. Lorna's pretty eyes fluttered shut as I squeezed the pneumatic globe firmly, and she gently slipped her lower lip between her teeth and began to nibble it excitedly as I kneaded her supple bottom through the sheer material of her leggings.

"Stop...." she breathed, smiling. "We'll get caught."

I wanted to push Lorna against the wall and kiss her, my tongue thrusting hard between her sensuous lips and exploring deep in her lush mouth as our arms slid around each other and our bodies pressed urgently together, Lorna's sculpted leg wrapping around my thighs and her tongue slithering underneath mine to snake into my own mouth, not caring that Scott would emerge from the bathroom to find us entwined in a complex embrace and devouring each other passionately. But... Lorna was mine now, I knew. Scott would find that out soon enough. I just had to be cool. As I heard the toilet flush I released Lorna's wonderfully elastic buttock, and we shared a brief, sultry look before composing ourselves for Scott's reappearance.

"Are we ready, then?" I asked.

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The journey home was quite fun. Lorna sat in the back again, as she had on the way up, but this time when I glanced in the rear-view mirror I would often find her smiling back at me or blowing me a lingering air kiss.




Taming Lorna



I rolled a coloured ball into a centre pocket. "Doesn't she think about ruining your weekend as well?" I asked. My next shot rattled in the jaws.

"She isn't going to spoil my weekend, mate," Scott replied, firing in a shot. "I'm on holiday and I'm going to enjoy myself."

I smiled. "Yes, expect you will."

* * * * * * * * *

It took until lunchtime but eventually I engineered a suitable meeting. In a seafront pub, three very pretty girls in their late teens were looking over at us -- well, at Scott, anyway -- while we enjoyed sandwiches and juice in the cool lounge bar. Pointing them out to my handsome young friend, I sat back and watched him begin his work, approaching their table with a confidence borne from years of success. Within minutes, Scott had effortlessly drawn one of the girls from her friends as naturally and deftly as a lion separating the most appetizing gazelle from its herd. She was already gazing up at him lingeringly.

"This is Wendi," Scott grinned as the pair sat down.

"Hi," I smiled, appraising her as we exchanged greetings. Wendi was eighteen or nineteen I guessed, small but beautifully proportioned and superbly fit, with thick, rich mahogany-coloured hair tumbling in lustrous curls over her slim shoulders. Her eyelashes were incredibly long, her make-up heavy but as immaculate as a cosmetics model's, and her breasts were high, full and quite huge for such a petite girl. She was wearing knee-length, skin-tight white Lycra leggings which showed off her pert buttocks, and a yellow, cut-off T-shirt which exposed the whole of her taut belly and barely covered those plump, bra-less breasts. I could see that Scott already wanted to fuck her, and sensed from her body language that it would not be long before Wendi became helplessly interested in letting him do so. Now it was just a question of gently pushing them together.

By the end of an afternoon spent touring arcades, beaches and ice-cream parlours, Scott and Wendi were beginning to touch openly, their fingers brushing with increasing regularity against each others' hands and arms and neck and buttocks as their eyes lingered invitingly on the other's face. I led the burgeoning couple into a quiet pub just before teatime, and after purchasing drinks I made sure that we retired to a quiet, un-overlooked corner of the empty private lounge before excusing myself to go to the men's room positioned opposite us. I stayed there for five minutes before easing the door silently ajar just enough to see if anything had begun to happen.

Through the tiny gap I could see Scott's hands gently squeezing Wendi's taut buttocks through the second skin of her clinging, white leggings. The petite girl was on tiptoe to reach him, her slim, scarlet-tipped fingers on his shoulders, her breasts flattened against his chest. Their mouths were working hard and hungry against each other, and as their lips briefly separated to change position I could see their tongues still slithering eagerly over each other before the couple glued themselves back together, a soft moan of appreciation coming from Wendi as one of Scott's hands moved upwards to stroke the bare skin of her narrow waist. His other hand clutched Wendi's firm buttock until the Lycra-clad lobe deformed elastically in his fingers, and then they briefly parted once more and Scott thrust his tongue deep into Wendi's soft, open mouth and pulled her curvy hips firmly against his erection as their lips crushed excitedly together.

I reached back into the toilet cubicle and flushed, then coughed loudly before exiting the washroom a few moments later. Scott and Wendi had separated during my noisy return, and I smiled at them as they stood before me like slightly guilty schoolchildren. Both of them were flushed with arousal and breathing quite quickly.

Wendi took a sip of her drink and handed it to Scott, their fingers sliding gently over each other's during the exchange. "My turn, I think," she smiled, and sauntered off to the ladies' room.

Scott immediately turned to me. "I simply have to fuck that girl tonight," he stated, almost panting with excitement. "Can you think of how I can sort it?"

"Hmmm..." I pretended to think -- although of course I had already worked out a suitable plan. Before the weekend even began, in fact. "Well... how about, you've met some friends you haven't seen for ages -- I don't know, old school-friends?" I sipped my orange juice. "You've stayed behind with them to catch up on what you've all been up to, and you'll return later -- say 8pm?"

Scott's brow wrinkled. "That's only three hours away, and we've got to get back to her guest- house yet."

"Well, how long do you want with her?" I asked. "All night?"

"If I can." Scott's eyes were dark with arousal.

I smiled inwardly. Of course you do, I thought. I didn't blame him, to be honest. Wendi was gorgeous and fit and sexy, and frankly I would have loved to bed her myself. I wasn't sure that I would have climbed over Lorna to get to her though -- but the plan was, I wouldn't have to.

"Right then," I continued. "So at 8 or 8.30 you call Lorna and say that one of your friends has been... maybe, knocked down by a car or something while you were on your way to the bus stop. Nothing life-threatening, but you and the rest of your gang are accompanying him to the hospital in the ambulance and you don't know how long you'll be."

Scott was digesting the story as we spoke. "Okay..."

"Then at, say, midnight or so, call again and if Lorna's phone is still on, tell her you're staying at your friends' rooms for the night as it's so late, buses have stopped running, taxis all busy, etcetera." From the corner of my eye I could see Wendi returning from the ladies, her heavy lipstick returned now to glossy perfection following her long, vacuuming kiss with Scott. I leaned closer to him. "Now... do you think you'll be able to stop screwing Wendi's fabulous, wriggling little body for long enough to make those couple of calls?"

In all honesty it wasn't the cleverest of plans, but I was relying on Scott to be thinking good thoughts with his penis instead of seeing problems with his head. And, fortunately, I seemed to be right.

"Yeah... yeah, that might work," he mused, motioning to Wendi to fetch some more drinks. I shook my head and held up my half-full glass as she looked inquiringly towards me, and the both of us admired the curves of Wendi's white-sheathed bottom as she turned and strolled towards the bar, her thick, mahogany hair shimmering in the late afternoon light. She really was extremely beautiful, and my penis stirred lazily at the thought of taking her back to her guest-house room and slowly undressing her... but I had other arrangements to make.

Scott took a deep breath. "Okay," he decided. "I'll call Lorna and tell her I've met these blokes from school, then."

"No, don't do that," I cautioned quickly. If Scott made that call, Lorna would probably stay in her room all night sulking, and I needed access to her for the next stage of my plan.

"Don't worry," I assured him, "I'll tell her when I get back." A sudden thought struck me. "And turn your phone off, so Lorna can't call and interrupt you just as you're shooting your load into Wendi's luscious mouth. Just remember to call her at eight and twelve. Okay?"

Scott nodded, grinning. "Thanks mate."

I smiled. "My pleasure."

* * * * * * * * *

In actual fact, I told Lorna that the three of us would be going out to an expensive dinner when Scott returned at eight, and that he had left word to meet us in the hotel bar. I knew that the beautiful young blonde would want to dress her absolute best for a high-class evening out, and I wanted her to be as perfectly presented as possible for me, so that I could drool over her for a while before making my move. So, by seven-thirty I was sitting in a secluded corner of the hotel lounge in my smart jacket, fresh shirt and crisp black trousers, looking every bit like someone about to go out on the town for the evening. That there was no underwear beneath those trousers was a fact known only to me.

Lorna came down at seven-fifty, and every male eye in the room followed her greedily as she walked to my table. Her slim shoulders and arms were bare and flawless, her long, smooth legs tipped with tall, polished turquoise stilettos, and every curve of her gorgeous young body not already exposed to everyone's delectation was clearly revealed by the clinging Lycra of what was probably the tightest dress I had ever seen on a woman. A strapless turquoise cocktail dress with an almost invisibly narrow front zip-line, it began just above her nipples and ended well above the mid-point of those wonderful, silken thighs, which were so tautly encased by the tiny skirt that even the super-stretchy material only permitted Lorna to walk with small, hobbled steps. Her beautiful face was carefully made up, with a hint of eyeliner and a rich, salmon-pink lipstick edged with a precision border of darker lip-liner. She looked absolutely stunning, and as she perched daintily on the sofa opposite me I realised that my mouth was hanging open with admiration.

I recovered my composure with some effort. "Hi Lorna. You look great."

The girl smiled briefly. "Thanks."

"Have you spoken to Scott yet?" I tried to keep my voice casual.

Lorna's smooth forehead wrinkled as she placed her tiny, leather designer handbag between those sexy, sharply pointed shoes. "His mobile's off, actually. Maybe he's on his way back. I bloody hope so."

So far, so good. "Let me get you a drink while we wait then," I offered.

"Mmm... G and T would be nice," Lorna suggested, with a much prettier smile this time but no hint of thanks.

I went to the bar to get Lorna's drink, plus an apple juice for me. It was not all that busy at the counter, and after paying the barman it was quite easy to remain unobserved as I retrieved one of the several miniature bottles from my left jacket pocket, unscrew the cap, and pour the tiny quantity of powder into Lorna's cocktail. Thoughtfully, the hotel bar provided a plastic stirrer with each drink, and as I placed the now empty bottle in my right pocket I briskly mixed Lorna's gin and tonic until the powder had completely dissolved.

As I returned to our table I watched Lorna casually cross her long, smooth legs and tilt her pretty head back, flicking it once from side to side and causing her white-blonde hair to ripple at her slender shoulders before falling in a perfect, silken flow down her narrow, Lycra-clad back. My penis stirred against the thin material of my trousers and suddenly began to swell into a burgeoning erection at the sight of her. I handed Lorna her spiked cocktail, smiling down at her beautiful face.

"Enjoy," I said.

* * * * * * * * *

Lorna was sipping her second drink, and another tiny, empty sedative bottle had joined the first in my right-hand pocket, when a soft tune sounded from inside her tiny leather handbag. I watched carefully as Lorna unzipped her bag, her slim, manicured fingers fumbling slightly with the phone's small buttons.

"Shit. Ah, got it. Hello?" I wasn't completely certain, but I felt fairly sure that Lorna's lightly painted eyelids were beginning to open just a little more slowly after each blink. I took the opportunity to fetch Lorna another cocktail, mixing it carefully until the cloudiness caused by the powder I added was gone.

When I returned I sat beside Lorna on the sofa instead of opposite her. The girl didn't notice until she had returned her phone to the tiny handbag, and as she turned to me in mild surprise I slipped the full glass into Lorna's pencil-slim fingers.

"When's Scott arriving?" I asked.

Lorna swallowed a mouthful of drink and rolled her pretty, green eyes. "Heaven knows," she sighed. "One of these long-lost friends has had some sort of accident, and they're taking him to the hostipal. Scott's called from the alumbance. Damn it!" she finished petulantly.

I gazed into Lorna's immaculate face carefully, seeing no sign of realisation there at her two mispronunciations. My heart was beating faster. "Well, we'll just have to wait then," I replied with a smile, imagining Scott clicking his phone off and turning back to Wendi's gorgeous, naked body, their arms and legs entwining luxuriantly as his tongue slithered easily into Wendi's open, smiling mouth. He had, most likely, already fountained hard into the teenaged brunette at least once, groaning with blissful relief as he slumped onto Wendi and filled her with long, fast squirts.

"Don't fret, Lorna," I reassured the beautiful young blonde. "He might not be long."

* * * * * * * * *

I had to mildly persuade Lorna to take on a fourth drink, but fortunately the sedative was beginning to make the girl quite suggestible now, and she acquiesced with a soft giggle. "I'll be too drunk to go to the ress... ress...raunt at this rate," Lorna murmured, her fabulous green eyes drifting in and out of focus as she looked at me.

"Don't worry," I replied with a friendly smile. "You'll be fine." Lorna's carefully outlined eyes slid shut with pleasure as she began to draw the spirit into her sensuous mouth, drinking quite quickly now. I watched her carefully, enjoying her.

"Thish ish very nn... naughty... of me..." Lorna purred softly as I slipped the fifth glass into her pencil-slim fingers, her lightly painted eyelids drooping tiredly. Lorna's pretty eyes were completely unfocussed now, and as she smiled at me over the rim of her glass I noticed they had become slightly crossed with intoxication. I was no longer spiking Lorna's drinks -- the alcohol alone now would react with the powerful tranquilliser I had already fed her, rendering the girl increasingly powerless to rebuff me.

Lorna said nothing at all when I handed her a sixth drink, simply brought the glass waveringly to her sensuous lips and began to filter the liquid into her mouth in small, automatic sips. "That's a good girl," I purred. "Drink... drink."

As I returned with her seventh cocktail I took the empty glass from Lorna's slack fingers, slipped one arm around her slim shoulders to support her, and gently slipped the rim of the full glass between Lorna's painted lips.

"No..." The girl's voice was a slurred whisper, her eyelids fluttering with fatigue. "Nnn... no more..."

Lorna weakly tried to turn her head away from the glass, but I smoothly slid my free hand up into the rich silk of her white-blonde hair, holding Lorna's pretty head captive in my palm. Her hair felt fabulous woven between my fingers.

"Yes, Lorna," I whispered, beginning to tilt the full glass between her lips. "Drink."

"N-nno..." Lorna breathed. "Please..."

"Drink," I urged.

"Please..." Lorna implored softly, her slim fingers fluttering in feeble protest at her sides, but already her pretty head was tipping back into my hand in response to my command, her sensuous lips parting a little further around the rim of the glass to allow me to feed her tiny sips of the wine. She was splendidly obedient now.

Presently I drained the last of the drink into Lorna's small mouth, watching her Adam's apple bob reflexively one more time as she swallowed the final sip. Her pretty head remained helplessly tilted back and cradled in my hand as I pulled the empty glass from between Lorna's sensuous lips, her pretty eyes half-closed and already rolled partway back into her head so that only thin, green crescents showed between her long, carefully painted lashes. I replaced the glass on the table and turned back to her. Lorna half-lay across the sofa, her slim hands upturned and motionless each side of her smooth, bare thighs. She was barely conscious now. My penis was a long, pulsing shaft of desire for her.

"Well, young lady," I murmured, my voice trembling with excitement. "I think we should get you upstairs."

"Hnng..." Lorna's assent was a low hum, the gorgeous blonde's focusless eyes drifting lazily in my direction at the sound of my voice. "Tide."

My eyes were six inches from Lorna's beautiful face, drinking her in.

"Yes, I know you're tired," I whispered soothingly. "Come on... I'll help you back to your room."

"Hhh... kay" she breathed. "Have... help me..."

"Of course." I stood, quickly pushing Lorna's tiny handbag into my jacket pocket. Leaning forwards, I gently picked up Lorna's slim hands -- relishing the feel of her baby-soft skin for the first time -- and carefully pulled the girl to her feet. Lorna wobbled unsteadily on her tall stilettos, and I quickly slid one arm around her hourglass waist, drawing the semi-conscious girl tightly against me, my erection iron-hard at the feel of Lorna's gorgeous, Lycra-clad body sinking helplessly into my arms. Her beautiful head sagged onto my shoulder, her long, white-blonde hair billowing across my chest.

"Come with me," I whispered shakily. "The lift is only a few yards away."

"Mmm... kay..." Lorna's slim, bare arm crept weakly around my waist for support, and her pretty, green eyes fluttered lazily as I steered the barely conscious teenaged beauty towards the elevator doors, Lorna staggering in her constricting stretch-dress and spike-heeled shoes. Presently we shuffled into the elevator, and Lorna's beautiful head nestled sleepily into my shoulder as the silver doors rolled silently shut behind us. I punched the 'up' button and the ogled Lorna's gorgeous face and fabulous body in the elevator's mirrored walls, watching the defocused slits of her eyes slowly slide shut for a few seconds as we ascended smoothly to our floor.

Removing Lorna's tiny handbag from my pocket I hooked the thin leather strap over my shoulder to allow me to rifle the bag's contents with my one free hand. Searching through the assorted cosmetics, I withdrew a hotel room key card and slipped it into my pocket, before lifting out Lorna's mobile phone. The slim, silver device emitted a soft beep as I switched it off and returned it to Lorna's handbag. I smiled.

As the lift doors slid open at our floor, my arm cinched tight around Lorna's narrow waist gently urged her forwards. "Walk," I whispered, guiding Lorna's unresisting body into the corridor, her pretty head nestled against my chest, her pretty eyes fluttering weakly open into glazed slits as we shuffled along the passageway. Retrieving the key card from my pocket, I opened the door to Lorna's hotel room.

"We're here," I murmured to her. "Just a few more steps, and you can rest." My erection was thumping with excitement.

"Hhhn..." Her response was a soft breath against my chest.

I eased Lorna forwards into the room, flicked on the light, and allowed myself a smile of triumph as the door clicked discreetly shut behind us. Finally, I was alone in absolute privacy with this gorgeous sexpot of a girl.

I lowered Lorna into a sitting position on the bed and, reluctantly, let go of her. "You should lie down," I advised her, my breath shaky with excitement as I slipped my hands around Lorna's perfectly turned calves and slowly drew her magnificent, silken legs up onto the duvet. Lorna half-fell sideways onto the bed, her long, flaxen hair spilling over the soft pillow as she curled into a loose foetal position.

"Better?" I asked the beautiful, recumbent girl before me.

"Mmmm..." Lorna nodded her pretty head almost imperceptibly, her nearly closed eyes drifting lazily towards me.

"Good." I took a tube of lubricant from my pocket and set it onto the bedside table, just out of Lorna's eye-line, then slipped off my jacket and hung it over a chair. I went to the bathroom for a leak and a drink of water, then came back out and adjusted the dimmer-switch until the room's lights bathed the bed -- and its gorgeous, semi-conscious occupant -- in a warm, muted glow. Then I walked to the bed and stood over Lorna, drinking in the sight of her fabulous, Lycra-sheathed body for a few seconds. She looked sensational.




Taming Lorna



"Right then," I murmured, and began to unbutton my shirt.

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I stripped quickly, right in front of Lorna, her pretty, almost-closed eyes flickering nervously as my huge, heavy cock sprang eagerly forwards from my trousers and stood upright and pulsing gently just a few inches from her beautiful face.

"Wh... wha...? Her sensuous lips struggled to frame the question.

"Shush," I chided her softly. "Just relax." I stood over Lorna, completely naked now. Her gorgeous eyes struggled to focus as she looked up at me, her pupils drifting uselessly towards each other and then straightening for a second before sliding inwards once more.

"Turn onto your back," I ordered, my voice shaking with arousal.

I let out a sigh of delight as Lorna dreamily rolled over onto her slim back, her unfocussed eyes still approximately on me. The sedative had squashed Lorna's resistance completely, rendering her helplessly suggestible.

She let out a tiny gasp as I slid one hand over her slim ankle, the tiny silver chain there tinkling at my touch, and began to trail my fingers slowly upwards over her long, shapely calf. God, her skin was so smooth, I marvelled. I imagined Lorna smoothing depilatory cream carefully over those fabulous legs as she showered earlier that evening, just minutes before meeting me in the hotel lounge. A tiny noise escaped Lorna's throat as my fingers ran over her knee and up onto her sculpted, tan thigh, her skin becoming even warmer and silkier, then the texture changed as my hand rode up onto the taut hem of her turquoise stretch-dress.

Very slowly I traced the curves of Lorna's luxuriant hip and narrow waist, then my knuckles grazed the swell of one plump, firm breast before her bare skin was under my fingertips once more. Lorna's sensuous, waxed lips were slightly parted now, but she remained passive as my fingers stroked up over her slim shoulder and down her slender upper arm. My eyes crawled over Lorna's fabulous, unresisting body, my breaths heavy with excitement. I couldn't hold back any more.

Lorna murmured in weak protest as I lowered my head onto my beautiful captive and opened my mouth against the soft hollows of her perfumed neck. I began sucking at her smooth skin as I ran my lips along the length of Lorna's slender neck and up behind one jewelled ear. Her slim hands moved lazily across the duvet in response. "Relax," I whispered, gently nibbling Lorna's scented earlobe before sliding my tongue into her ear. "Relax... relax." God, she tasted good. My mouth swept unhurriedly along Lorna's delicate jaw line until my lips were covering the point of her chin. Then I released her, my eyes drinking in every pore of her immaculate face.

"Let me kiss you," I instructed huskily.

My upper body was half over Lorna's now, and I felt her slender arms moving feebly beneath me. "Nnng," she murmured. "Nnn... nn-no..."

"Yes. Let me kiss you." I closed in on her, my pulsing erection resting lightly on her curvy thigh, and then I sighed with pleasure as I gently slipped my tongue between Lorna's full, painted lips.

Lorna murmured plaintively again but allowed me to lever her sharp, white teeth apart with my tongue until her sensuous mouth lay open and inviting below me. I lowered myself onto Lorna's pretty face, my lips nestling joyously against hers and my tongue easing between her teeth. Oh yes oh yes. She felt, and tasted, glorious.

Lorna's slim, manicured hand lifted from the duvet and weakly clasped my shoulder as I sucked the breath from her, those immaculately smooth cheeks suddenly pinching inwards as I vacuumed her over my tongue. My hand stroked the inner flank of Lorna's slim upper arm as my long, probing tongue wormed deeper into her mouth, sweeping over her soft palate before slithering eagerly over her own tongue, exploring its texture and flavour. My breath was quick and heavy against the girl's smooth cheek as I kissed her firm and deep.

Lorna's lightly painted eyelids fluttered as I lifted her tongue with mine and thrust forwards until I filled the void there completely, causing a sudden sprinkle of saliva to fountain from the basin of Lorna's soft mouth and soak my exploring tongue with a sweet, warm wetness. Her pencil-slim fingers were still on my shoulder as we kissed, but Lorna was too weak and pliant to actually attempt to push me away. I thrust my tongue between Lorna's sensuous lips again and again, finding and tasting every contour of her mouth with long, probing sweeps, my breaths quivering with the excitement of finally kissing her.

Presently I pulled my tongue from Lorna's small, wet mouth with a soft pop, and my trembling fingers ran over her bare arm and shoulder to rest on the tiny pull of that long, narrow zip which ran down the front of Lorna's skin-tight dress from breast to pubis. I could wait no longer -- it was time to unwrap her.

I smiled with delight as I drew the zip with exquisite slowness down the front of Lorna's fabulous body. The stretchy material of her turquoise mini-dress was so tight that it sprang several inches apart as soon as it was unzipped, exposing Lorna's flawless tan cleavage, her smooth ribcage, the tiny jewel in the centre of her flat belly.

"Please..." Lorna breathed softly, her voice barely audible above the smooth whisper of her zip as I drew it past her belly-button. "Please... don't..." Her carefully manicured hands lay upturned and useless on the duvet each side of her luxuriant hips, her pencil-slim fingers curling feebly in protest. "Please..."

"Yes," I murmured. The zip purred to a stop just above the bulge of Lorna's pubis, and as I released the tiny zip-pull I reached up, took hold of the wings of the tight, stretchy dress beneath Lorna's smoothly shaven armpits, and began to peel the turquoise Lycra away from her fabulous body. "Yes, Lorna," I whispered, gasping in joy as I pulled the dress slowly downwards and her superb, plump breasts suddenly tumbled from the taut Lycra, trembling elastically for a moment. "Yes, Lorna. Lay back and let this happen."

Lorna's sensuous lips parted in a soft moan as she felt her mini-dress gradually drawn away from her full breasts, her hourglass waist, the flare of her curvy hips, now inching down over the lobes of her buttocks. "Nnn-no... please..." she breathed. Lorna knew exactly what was happening to her, but was utterly unable to marshal any resistance to it. Her beautiful eyes were fluttering slits, her unfocussed gaze drifting lazily away from me and wandering across the ceiling as she was stripped.

My erection throbbed hard as I drew Lorna's tight dress down over her supple thighs, exposing her tiny black thong for the first time. The lacy, semi-transparent strip of silk between her legs was less than two inches wide, and cut so low it must have barely reached high enough on her body to cover the hood of her clitoris. The plump, smooth bulge of her shaven pubis was clearly exposed above the sheer, black silk. Quickly now, panting with desire for her, I pulled Lorna's tiny dress down over her long, silken legs and discarded it on the floor.

Gasping with arousal, I ran my fingertips gently up along the whole length of Lorna's superb, bare legs, fetching a small noise from deep in her throat that I was not convinced was purely of protest as I reached the warm silkiness of her supple inner thighs. I kept going up until I was lightly squeezing those glorious, pneumatic buttocks for the first time, my head dropping down onto Lorna so that my tongue burrowed into her shallow belly-button, tasting her sultry musk and the metallic tang of the complicated jewel embedded there. Her belly was firm and flat beneath my lips as I ran my mouth down towards Lorna's crotch, my fingers stroking her luxuriant, tanned hips and easing beneath the tight, black string of her tiny panties.

Lorna whimpered futilely as, very carefully, I drew the elastic strings over the gorgeous blonde's curvy hips, slowly peeling her panties away from her. Oh God yes. Lorna was shaven so smooth she must surely have depilated herself just that evening. I bent low and opened my lips wide over the curve of her pubic mound, sucking hungrily at the flawless, silken bulge of her, a tiny shudder rippling through Lorna's curvy hips as I vacuumed the soft, smooth skin of her pubis into my mouth. I allowed my lips to slide downwards as I drew Lorna's panties down her long, sculpted thighs until I was kissing her just a half-inch above the soft, pink flower of her vulva. From the corner of my eye I could see Lorna's sensuous, painted lips moving in slow rhythm, but I couldn't hear her words -- or if, indeed, there were any words at all.

I needed Lorna, right now, but I held off for a few more moments, easing my hands between those magnificent thighs until they parted enough to expose the length of her shaven cleft. Lorna was murmuring something now as I pushed my head between her legs, her pencil-slim fingers slipping passively onto my shoulders, but I knew the girl was utterly unable to stop me now. Feeling light-headed with excitement, I leaned forward and eased my tongue gently between the delicate petals of Lorna's vulva.

Panting with arousal, I relished the taste of her as I licked smoothly upwards over Lorna's hidden clitoral hood, my tongue probing gently back into her vulva, then sweeping out and up across her soft hood, then sliding all the way into her again, feeding off of her in a steady rhythm. Presently, Lorna's manicured fingers faltered and fell away from me, and I felt the pink bulb of her clitoris slowly slither from its protective hood and onto my waiting tongue. With my fingers I gently pulled the petals of Lorna's labia open, the delicate lips of her parting with a wet click, and continued to work at the soft, open flower of her with my questing tongue until her G-spot was a swollen bump at the tip of my tongue each time I slipped it all the way into her, and her clit was a bloated bulb that had begun to turn crimson with excitement at my skilful teasing. Lorna was whispering soft incoherencies above me, her breaths involuntarily quickening into a soft panting at my ministrations, and now I really couldn't wait.

I quickly finished pulling Lorna's panties off of her, and stood above her for a few seconds, ogling her fabulous body, her immaculate face, and cornsilk hair as I squeezed a little lubricating oil onto my throbbing, purple penis. Lorna lay sprawled before me, completely naked apart from her stilettos and body jewellery, and she was absolutely, stunningly, flawless. Her labia had begun to retract just a little, but as I slipped an oiled finger between her smooth legs and caressed Lorna's pink clitoral hood, she quickly grew into a pouting flower once more, her sensuous lips opening involuntarily at my touch. Panting with excitement, I knelt between Lorna's long, smooth legs and lowered my body slowly over hers, gasping with delight at the first, delicious sensation of body skin on body skin.

Lorna's hooded eyes struggled to focus on me as I settled astride the gorgeous young blonde, my knees easing her thighs wider apart.

"No... please, no..." she implored feebly.

"Yes, Lorna," I insisted, kissing her jewelled ear as I whispered to her, my heavy erection in one hand. She was attempting to lift her pretty head, her magnificent legs moving lazily across the duvet. I felt the tip of my penis nose delightfully into the delicate flower of her labia. "Yes, Lorna. Let it happen."

"Please, no... don't..." she whispered, her beautiful, glazed eyes struggling halfway open to gaze imploringly into mine as she felt my dome nestle between the lips of her vulva. Then her lightly painted eyelids fluttered shut and her sensuous lips parted with a soft whimper as I opened her vulva wide with my blunt, purple dome. I leaned forward, on both elbows now, and moaned with joy as I began to sink my heavy, oiled erection slowly into Lorna's fabulous body, drawing the breath from her in a shivering gasp as my heavy girth stretched her tautly around me.

The gorgeous blonde opened her sensuous mouth wider as I entered her smoothly, a tiny, plaintive noise escaping Lorna at the sensation of my bloated glans finally nosing against her cervix, my balls resting on her shaven perineum. Eyelids flickering lazily, Lorna involuntarily opened her long, silken legs a little wider at the size of me.

"Yes, Lorna, that's good," I panted shakily. "Let this happen..." Oh God oh God, it felt so good to finally, finally be inside her. She was so snug. So hot. My penis felt like it was wrapped in heated silk.

I slowly withdrew from Lorna until I felt the ridge of my glans slip out into the entrance to her vulva, then slid effortlessly forwards until I filled her completely again and her sensuous lips quivered at the sensation. I withdrew, and slid smooth and deep into Lorna, withdrew and slid deep, ogling her beautiful face as I began to glide in and out of her in sweet, unhurried strokes. I was really, actually, fucking Lorna, I marvelled as I slid gloriously all the way into her once more, actually fucking that fabulous body that had tantalised me beyond control so many times over the past few months. I looked down at her plump, tanned breasts flattened beneath my chest, then as I accelerated my smooth rhythm just a little and her pretty head rolled lazily to one side with a murmur at the effort of absorbing me, I took Lorna's head between my hands and turned her face back upwards toward me so I could study her immaculate features as I sank into her helpless body, again and again.

"Yes," I panted as a thrust into her and into her. My face was three inches from hers, my breaths riffling her silken blonde hair. "Yes, yes. Let it happen."

I felt Lorna's pencil-slim fingers sliding haltingly onto my shoulders as I plunged forward once more, her breaths quickening now into a soft, rhythmic panting. Her pretty eyes were closed, but each time my long, contoured penis thrust all the way into Lorna, her lightly painted eyelids fluttered helplessly, and every so often she gave a soft, keening whimper as I slid deep inside her, my crested dome slithering beneath the textured bump of her G-spot.

"Yes, yes," I gasped as I plunged sweetly into Lorna. I had no idea if her noises and hand movements were in protest or enjoyment and it didn't matter. The sedative had sapped both her will and her strength, so that she was utterly under my control. I allowed Lorna's pretty head to sag to one side and thrust my tongue into her jewelled ear as I plunged deep into her fabulous, helpless young body, again, again. "Yes, Lorna, let it happen. Let it happen. Enjoy."

I slid my lips in behind Lorna's ear, drinking in the scent of her expensive perfume as my huge penis thrust sweetly into her once more, then I began to hoover my open mouth over the contours of her smooth neck, my erection thrusting and thrusting inside her. Lorna gave a soft, whimpering moan as my rhythm accelerated slightly, and this time I knew it was of pleasure, not protest. The girl's manicured hands were weakly gripping my upper arms as I necked her firmly, my thrusts long and sweet in the hot tautness of her fabulous young body. I had never been so completely aroused before, my eyes bulging with excitement as I ogled Lorna's beautiful face and she gave a soft whimper of enjoyment, and another, and another. I groaned with delight as Lorna began to whimper with each of my smooth, sweet thrusts, the gorgeous teenaged blonde finally surrendering to me completely.

I panted heard into Lorna's immaculate face as I fucked her, my breaths riffling her flaxen hair and my hands closing over her slender shoulders as my rhythm became a little faster inside her. I wanted to do this to her all night, to lie poised above Lorna's magnificent, naked body and slide sweetly in and out of her until the morning sun began to peep through the heavy curtains - but I knew I couldn't last much more than another minute. Lorna's pretty head sagged to one side, her sensuous lips open at the sensation of my sweet, repetitive thrusts, her soft whimpers gradually becoming higher and higher pitched as her enjoyment mounted. I drank in the sight of Lorna's beautiful face as I plunged back and forth inside her, groaning with excitement as I watched her expression slowly grow rapt with pleasure, her whimpers filling with joy and her long, polished fingernails digging weakly into my shoulders.

"Yes, Lorna, yes," I panted, almost out of control now. "Enjoy. Enjoy..."

Lorna's sensuous, painted lips opened wider and she let out a soft, quivering moan of pleasure, an unmistakeable smile on her beautiful face as a faint, pre-orgasmic shudder rippled through her fabulous body.

"Yes, Lorna!" I gasped, plunging into the trembling girl again, again. "Yes... let go now. Let go." God, I could hardly wait. I clenched my cock muscles hard, trying to stave off the delicious pangs of approaching orgasm. "Let go, Lorna, let go," I quavered.

I felt Lorna's belly press against mine as her back arched feebly beneath me, her pretty face rapt with joy, her whimpers a breathless treble now. Lorna shivered again as I plunged hard into her, moaning softly this time, her smile widening and her pretty head tilting back into the pillow. Lorna was still barely semi-conscious from the sedative, but the whole of her limited awareness was now swamped with exquisite pleasure. Then Lorna shivered again, and again, my rhythm relentless inside her, and then Lorna's sensuous mouth opened wide and she gave a helpless bleat of ecstasy as orgasm finally overwhelmed her.

I felt Lorna wriggle gently beneath me as she climaxed, her vulva suddenly growing slack and very wet, and then she began to grip my plunging penis in fast, rhythmic contractions as her orgasm swept through her. Lorna whimpered with ecstasy, her fabulous body squirming sinuously underneath me, and as she squirmed and whimpered and clamped down gently on my plunging shaft I felt myself pass beyond the point of no return, and my mouth opened helplessly as I felt my orgasm rushing up towards me.

My eyes bulged as I thrust into Lorna several more times during that delicious few seconds of balance just before orgasm hit, and then I shuddered to a halt all the way inside Lorna's fabulous body and cried out in relief as the ecstasy engulfed me. I cried out again, my brain exploding in colours, and this time as I did so the tiny eyelet at the tip of my penis opened and a long, heavy jet of semen spouted from me deep into Lorna's vagina.

Lorna was still whimpering softly as I began squirting my seed into her in powerful, rhythmic jets, groaning with delight at the glorious release of it. I was shuddering joyously as I quickly filled Lorna's vulva with sperm, my penis slithering unhurriedly back and forth inside her as it flung long jets of semen into her, my body sagging on pleasure-weakened arms until I was resting gratefully on top of the gorgeous, taut blonde still trembling gently underneath me. I panted with satisfaction as my orgasm deepened, my penis presently pulsing emptily inside Lorna as it drew the last drops of sperm from my drained balls, and I buried my face deep in Lorna's rich, silken hair, drinking in the clean smell of her shampoo as I shivered through the last tremors of my fabulous orgasm. Oh God, this was heaven.

I lay straddled above Lorna for a minute or so after I had finally stopped quivering, and our breaths began to return to normal. Eventually I hauled my head away from where it lay buried in Lorna's thick, flaxen hair, and studied her pretty face.  

The girl's sensuous, waxed lips were still parted, her face smooth and unafraid, and as I watched her, Lorna's beautiful eyes fluttered open, her pupils drifting lazily towards me. Her full lips quivered, as if she were trying to form words, her vacant eyes vainly trying to focus on my face. I raised my hand and slid one finger across Lorna's sensuous lips.




Taming Lorna



"Shhh..." I purred softly, "shhh... don't talk."

Slowly I drew my finger away from her mouth, then lowered my head towards her and gently kissed Lorna's painted lips. She didn't respond the first time, or the second, but the third time I kissed Lorna I felt the girl's lips flex responsively against mine, and she allowed my to ease my tongue between them and caress the interior of her small, open mouth. I sighed with delight as my tongue ran lightly across hers, relishing the feel and taste of this gorgeous girl I had so recently fucked until I came hard inside her.

Lorna's beautiful eyes fluttered halfway open again as we separated. I was still buried deep inside her, my penis lying soft and sated in her wet, sperm-filled vagina.

"It's OK, Lorna," I whispered persuasively. "You enjoyed it... we both enjoyed it."

Lorna's eyes drifted aimlessly across my shoulders. Her sensuous lips quivered. "...Joy..." she breathed.

"Yes, Lorna," I encouraged. "You really enjoyed it, didn't you? You came."

Lorna's pretty, unfocussed eyes wandered about my face from beneath her half-closed lashes. "...Njoy... came... yeahh..."

I smiled down at her. "Yes, Lorna, yes. You came. You enjoyed it so much... so much... that you came."

"Yeahh..." Lorna breathed, her lightly painted eyelids fluttering with fatigue. The faintest of smiles played on her full lips. "Njoyed... enjoyed... came... was nice."

"Good girl," I purred, feeling my excitement building as I whispered persuasively into Lorna's jewelled ear. At this rate I would soon be hard inside her again. "Good girl. You enjoyed it so much. You enjoyed me so much."

Lorna's eyes flickered in confusion as a brief flicker of lucidity sputtered through her exhausted brain, her vacant gaze drifting across the ceiling. A tiny noise escaped her throat.

"Yes, Lorna, yes," I urged. "So much... so much. You enjoyed me so much that you came."

"Yes... yes...so much..." Lorna's unfocussed eyes relaxed, and I sighed with arousal as the young blonde began to absorb my statements like a responsive sponge. "...So much... you..."

"Yes, good girl." I gently eased my limber penis from Lorna's fabulous, wet body. "You came. With me."

"Nnn... nnjoy, so much... you. Came," she murmured obediently. Her pretty eyes drifted towards my face, gazing vacantly at me. "You," she whispered. "Came... with you." Her mind was hopelessly intoxicated with the sedative I had fed her.

I slumped onto my back alongside Lorna, my eyes devouring her gorgeous curves, flawless tan skin, beautifully full breasts. There was so much I wanted to do to her.

"Good girl," I purred, lifting myself onto one elbow. "Good girl..." I leaned over Lorna and began to slide my lips slowly over the muscles of her smooth neck. I heard Lorna's sensuous mouth open with a soft click as I gently hoovered over the sensitive skin of her throat before running my lips unhurriedly upwards behind Lorna's perfumed ear.

"You like having your neck kissed," I whispered, half-question, half-statement. My tongue slipped briefly into Lorna's ear before I began to gently harvest her slender young neck once more.

Lorna sighed, her pretty head tilting upwards at my attentions. Her eyes had slid shut again during my soft necking of her. "Yeahh... 's'nice."

Of course you do, I thought as I caressed Lorna's throat with my lips. Most girls do. I began to stroke her smooth thigh with my free hand. "You like this, don't you?" I murmured, still vacuuming the hollows of Lorna's slim neck.

"Mmm..." she sighed. "...'s good."

I allowed my mouth to slide downwards across Lorna's scented skin until my lips began to caress the swell of one breast, my fingers slipping around her silken leg so I was stroking Lorna's supple inner thigh. The gorgeous blonde let out a tiny noise, whether of concern or pleasure I didn't know or care. She was mine now. My mouth trembled against the curve of Lorna's fabulous breast, my hand slipping further between her sculpted thighs. Oh God, this was so good. I had been fantasising about this beautiful, sexy young blonde for months... and now I was taking her, fully and completely.

Lorna murmured again as my lips caressed her silk-smooth breast, and then she gasped as my mouth slid over her soft, brown nipple. I felt her slim hand on my neck, Lorna's manicured fingers fluttering feebly against my scalp, but the powerful sedative coursing through her had robbed Lorna of any strength or willpower. Whether the girl wanted to pull me onto her, or push me away, she had no choice but to simply lie there and take it.

I began to pull on Lorna's nipple with my lips, my fingers trailing across the silken bulge of her pubis. Reaching down, I felt the slippery wetness of her labia, the smooth curve of her perineum, the soft pucker of her anus. I traced my fingers back up to Lorna's clitoral hood, then back down to her taut anus, then back up, my fingers picking up the sperm and lubricant oozing from Lorna's vulva until presently the whole of Lorna's shaven cleft from pubis to anus was shining with slickness, and my wet fingertips glided silkily back and forth over the sensitive contours of her lower sex. A tiny, plaintive noise came from Lorna's throat and her pencil-slim fingers slid away from my neck, her hands sinking uselessly back onto the bed as her nipple began to swell in my mouth.

Lorna's clitoral hood was jutting clear of her oiled labia now, and I stroked the pink bulb gently as my tongue teased her nipple into a long, rubbery teat in my mouth. Lorna sighed shiveringly as my finger dipped briefly between her pouting labia before caressing the underside of her clitoral hood, the tip of Lorna's clit beginning to peep out from its oiled sheath directly onto my stroking fingertip. The girl gasped softly as I released her stiffened nipple and slipped my mouth over its partner for the first time, the flexible nub lengthening into a firm peg under my probing tongue. Lorna's long, silken legs opened a little further, the girl sighing with enjoyment at the attention I was giving to her nipples and vulva, and her sensuous mouth opened wider as her clit slithered unhurriedly from its hood in response to my ministrations. Lorna's slim hands turned lazily this way and that across the duvet, but remained resting limply on the bed as if attached there by heavy weights.

I dipped my stroking finger into Lorna's oily vulva, forcing a soft gasp from her open lips as my fingertip slid along the wall of her vagina until it found the rough texture of her G-spot, my thick sperm still filling her sex making everything in there delightfully slippery. I switched breasts and began to pull on Lorna's heavy nipple with my teeth as I ran my finger back and forth over her sweet spot, until Lorna issued a soft whimper and her G-spot began to swell into a round bump under my fingertip. Lorna was panting softly now, her manicured fingers curling against the sheets, and as I gently tickled her blossoming G-spot Lorna's pretty head rolled helplessly to one side, another tiny murmur of pleasure escaping her.

I released Lorna's erect nipple reluctantly, not wanting to leave her superb breasts alone but needing to talk to her as she became excited. My fingertip began to move more quickly in Lorna's pouting vulva, stroking her swollen G-spot briskly now. I studied the girl's pretty face as I worked at her, Lorna's closed eyelids fluttering at my touch, her breaths becoming shivery with enjoyment. I began to stroke Lorna a little more firmly, my slippery finger now massaging her distended G-spot.

"This feels good, doesn't it Lorna?" I purred.

The beautiful, teenaged blonde trembled briefly as my rhythm grew just a little faster, my finger swiftly massaging her sweet spot now. Her sensuous lips were pouting with pleasure.

Lorna made a tiny, incoherent noise.

"It feels good, doesn't it? So good," I prompted.

"Y... yeahh..." Lorna whispered. Her pretty head rolled slowly across the pillow, her magnificent breasts trembling as she panting with increasing arousal.

"So good," I repeated. "Feels so good." My swirling fingertip gently increased its pressure on Lorna's full G-spot.

Lorna whimpered, her flawless body shivering with joy, her painted lips open. "Oh. Oh... yeahh..." she moaned softly. "S-so... goooood..."

My fingertip was moving quicker and quicker, racing across her G-spot with firm pressure, smoothly masturbating her. "So good, Lorna. You want this so much." I watched her immaculate face as her pretty head rolled back towards me.

"Oh-oh... yeahh..." Lorna whimpered breathlessly. Her slender hands twisted against the bed. "Oh God, yeah... want..."

"You want this so much," I urged. My fingertip curled against the bloated sac of her G-spot, racing firmly over the textured dome. My cock had swollen into a long, muscular pole of desire once more during my masturbation of her.

"S-so much..." moaned Lorna, her slender back lifting clear of the bed as her fabulous body arched with pleasure at my attentions.

"So much, Lorna." I was massaging her fiercely now, her body beginning to tremble with excitement in response. "So much," I purred, "you want to come."

Lorna gasped, her back arching a little more, her long, silken legs opening wider across the duvet. "Y... yeah... cuh...so...so..." She could hardly speak for pleasure.

"You want to come, Lorna." My rhythm was relentless, my fingertip following her as her curvy hips began squirming gently. "Come. You want to come."

Lorna's sensuous lips opened wide, her flawless body shuddering as she teetered on the precipice of release, my finger running hard and fast across her tortured G-spot. "Cuh..." she keened helplessly. "Cuh... cuh, cuh..."

"Yes! Come, Lorna... come."

Lorna was completely still and silent for a few seconds, her body arched and head tilted back, the only sound in the room the soft, liquid swish of my finger racing in and out of her vulva across the bloated sac of her G-spot. Then a soft cry of release came from deep within Lorna's throat and her rigid body sagged back down onto the bed, her G-spot suddenly collapsing under my fingertip as she bathed my finger in a long, joyous squirt of lovejuice.

Lorna moaned with ecstasy as her orgasm overwhelmed her, the girl's luxuriant tan hips squirming gently as her vagina began to pull at my stilled finger with fast, hard contractions. Her fabulous body trembled with delight, her stiff-nippled breasts heaving as she panted, soft whimpers escaping Lorna as her peak gradually mellowed into a deep satisfaction. I drew my soaked finger gently from Lorna's body, and as I uncorked her a stream of aromatic lovejuice flowed from Lorna's open vulva onto the rumpled duvet.

Lorna continued to murmur with joy as her orgasm gradually subsided, a faint smile on her beautiful, rapt face. She gasped softly as I lightly brushed my fingers over her hypersensitive nipples, Lorna's silken legs moving gently in her pleasure, and she was still making tiny, appreciative noises as I leaned across her and eased my tongue between Lorna's full, painted lips.

This time the girl responded almost immediately, those sensuous lips opening to meet mine as I found Lorna's slippery tongue with my own. Quickly I vacuumed Lorna onto my long, probing tongue, her porcelain-smooth cheeks pinching inwards with the suction, her lightly painted eyelids fluttering contentedly as we kissed. I slipped one hand across Lorna's taut, jewelled belly, feeling the muscles there quivering every few seconds as the final tremors of her orgasm gently rippled through her, the soft ghost of a whimper escaping her each time. Lorna's tongue lay passively alongside mine as I played with her mouth, her lips gently working in perfect action with my own. I was panting with arousal as I snogged Lorna, my erection a huge, purple truncheon resting on her sculpted thigh. I had broken her last defences. The gorgeous young woman was utterly unresisting now.

I separated from Lorna's mouth with a soft pop, and looked down at her immaculate face and body, simply marvelling at the beauty of her. My hand on her smooth belly began to stroke the taut muscles there, gently sweeping back and forth across her soft skin until Lorna was sighing contentedly at the sensation, purring like a satisfied cat. I gradually extended my reach, my fingers running over Lorna's pubis and hips and thighs, enjoying the glorious feel of stroking every contour of the stunning young blonde's silk-smooth body. Lorna's pretty head rolling lazily towards me, her glazed eyes fluttering open and searching unsteadily for my face.

I smiled down at the girl, my fingers gliding across her supple inner thighs, back up over the depilated mound of her pubis, to the tiny jewel embedded in her navel. "Feel good, Lorna?" I was almost telling her.

Her sensuous lips parted quivering as her fog-filled mind struggled to organize words. My fingers slid over her shaven pubis less than an inch from Lorna's vulva, and a faint, returning smile played on those gorgeous lips.

"Mmmm... good," she breathed, her silken legs easing open as I gently caressed her oily perineum.

"You like me doing this to you, don't you?" I was still propped on one elbow alongside Lorna, my face less than six inches from hers as my fingers slowly swept over her lower belly, causing a small ripple of pleasure to vibrate through her under my fingertips and a soft, shivery breath to escape her. Lorna's gleaming, flaxen hair lay silkily on my forearm.

"Oh yeah... The faint smile was beginning to widen on her lips. "Nice."

I allowed my hand to glide up Lorna's superb body until my fingers brushed over her nipples, causing her vacant eyes to flutter at the sensation. "You like me stroking you... don't you, Lorna?" I purred. My fingers teased her nipples gently.

"Uhuh..." she sighed softly. Her pretty head rolled slightly away from my face, her half-closed eyes drifting aimlessly across the ceiling. "Uhh..."

"You love me stroking you," I murmured. My hand slipped between Lorna's sculpted, open thighs, finding her slippery labia and drawing a soft gasp from the girl as I traced the delicate contours of her. "Look at me, Lorna," I commanded softly. Her pretty head rolled dreamily back towards me, her sensuous lips parted a little further now. "Look at me." Her beautiful green eyes wandered focuslessly over my face.

"You love me stroking you... don't you?" I whispered. "Touching you. It makes you feel so, so good." My oily fingertip found her rounded clitoral hood, caressing the soft bulb gently. Lorna gasped, her mouth opening wider.

"Oh God yeah..." she keened, her beautiful eyes on me. "Touch me. Touch me... feels so good."

My huge, purple erection lay across Lorna's supple thigh, pulsing with excitement. My sensitive fingertips felt the tiny nubbin of her clit creeping from its protective sheath as I stroked her, Lorna gasping plaintively as the exposed tip of her clitoris disappeared beneath my rhythmically gliding finger.

"So good, Lorna." I bent lower over the girl, holding her unfocussed gaze. "So good. You love me stroking you, kissing you... sexing you."

Her sensuous lips quivered with joy as her swelling clitoris slithered all the way from her body into the clutches of my caressing fingertips. "Ohhh yess... so good," she whispered, her lithe body trembling as I ran my slippery finger lightly back and forth across her engorged clit. "T-touch me... kiss me... sex me."

"Very good girl, Lorna," I murmured, levering myself up into a sitting position. "Look at me. Look at me."

Lorna's pretty eyes approximately followed my face as I swung one knee over her sculpted thighs, settling myself above her so I was knelt straddling the gorgeous blonde's curvy hips, my fingers still working between her legs. My throbbing penis jutted out over her belly, its hairy hilt just an inch or two above the soft skin of her shaven pubis. "Look at me, Lorna." I drew my oiled fingers down over her cleft until I found the secret indent of her anus, gently stroking the smooth muscle of her sphincter. A tiny noise came from Lorna as I caressed her there.

"Look at me," I commanded. "Think how much you enjoy me doing this to you."

Lorna's beautiful eyes stayed around my face as I leaned forwards and took the bottle of lubricant from the bedside table. A soft whimper escaped her sensuous, open mouth as my fingertip traced back up across her slippery labia and brushed over her swollen clit.

"Enjoy... enjoy," I purred. I flicked the cap open on the bottle.

"Joy..." whispered Lorna shakily, her flawless body lying passive and unresisting beneath me as I played with her. She was simply awaiting instructions now.

I tilted the bottle above Lorna's full breasts, and she suddenly gasped as the cool, syrupy oil rippled across her cleavage. When Lorna's plump cleavage was full of oil I returned the bottle to the table. I reached into Lorna with one searching finger, and she gave a shivery sigh of contentment as her G-spot disappeared beneath my fingertip once more. "Joy. Joy..." she whimpered, her curvy hips quivering beneath me as her responsive G-spot began to grow full under my gently massaging fingertip. "God... joy, you... so much."

I reached up with my free hand, and Lorna gave a soft bleat of enjoyment as I swept my fingers through the puddle of oil at her cleavage and ran my glistening hand over her full breasts, first one then the other. My heavy, purple erection pulsed with arousal as I began to massage Lorna's fabulous, slippery breasts, the girl's gorgeous lips quivering with delight as her oiled nipples grew longer and longer under repeated passes of my fingers. Her breaths were shivering sighs of pleasure. "J-joy," she panted, her G-spot a plump dome under my rhythmically massaging fingertip. Her pretty, half-closed eyes drifted from my face and gazed focuslessly at the ceiling, but I didn't pull her back now. There was no need.

"Joy... God yeah, joy..." Her voice was a helpless whimper. Her carefully manicured hands were lazily twisting from side to side across the duvet, her pencil-slim fingers fluttering at my ministrations.

I was panting with arousal as I played eagerly with Lorna's wonderful breasts. She was clearly one of those girls who seemed to have a direct line between her nipples and clit, and as I drew my exploring finger from Lorna's responsive vulva and slid that hand onto her other breast, her sensuous mouth opened into a pout of enjoyment, her pretty face growing rapt as I worked at her slippery breasts with both hands now.

"Jah... joy..." she gasped. Her pretty eyes were beginning to roll back into her head with her pleasure.

"Yes, Lorna," I urged, my fingers gently squeezing her gleaming breasts until her lips quivered.

"Jah... God, j-joy so much..." Her luxuriant hips trembled beneath me as her hard nipples slid between my fingers.

Still firmly massaging Lorna's fabulous breasts, I shuffled on my knees over her curvy hips, her flat belly, my throbbing cock getting closer to those heavily oiled breasts. "Yes, Lorna!" I hissed urgently. My knees nestled into her shaven armpits. "Tell me!" My fingers found her shining nipples once more, and Lorna whimpered plaintively as her tender, erect nubs deformed sweetly in my squeezing fingers.

"Ahh! Oh God, yeah..." the girl panted. "Njoy, njoy you so much..."

I settled my hips across Lorna's ribcage, my eyes bulging with excitement. "Yes, Lorna, yes," I whispered, rolling my hips forwards until my pulsing erection hovered between her gleaming breasts, an inch away from the smooth, oiled skin of them. "Say it again!"

"Joy, joy," Lorna whimpered, her nipples turning red with arousal between my firm fingers. My commands were sinking deep into her primitive subconscious now.




Taming Lorna



I sighed with excitement as I lowered myself further and my long, purple penis nestled into the gleaming furrow of Lorna's oiled cleavage. "Yes," I gasped as my hands gripped the young blonde's smooth breasts. "Yes, yesss...!" I groaned, pushing Lorna's fabulous breasts together around my pulsing erection, enveloping my shaft in that wonderful, silken flesh. Oh God oh God, this was magnificent.

After a few glorious seconds lying pillowed between her supple globes I pulled back several inches until only my blunt dome remained buried snugly between Lorna's shining breasts, then I gasped happily as I slithered slow and sweet into the glistening valley of her, all the way forward until the tip of my glans popped out of the top of Lorna's squeezed-together cleavage. I drew back and slid forward, drew back and slid forward, my fingers constantly manipulating Lorna's erect nipples as I began to fuck her slippery breasts. The gorgeous blonde made tiny, appreciative noises as her long, rubbery teats slithered elastically between my attentive fingertips, her luscious, painted lips quivering with enjoyment. Her pretty eyes had slid shut, and she was panting softly with excitement.

I ogled Lorna's beautiful, rapt face as my glistening penis disappeared between her succulent young breasts again, and again, my rhythm gloriously unhurried. My oiled hands pulled and kneaded at those fabulous tits, squeezing Lorna's supple breasts a little tighter around my gently plunging shaft, her pretty head rolling to one side with a tiny moan as her pliant nipples became trapped between my expert fingers once more. Lorna's long, flaxen hair had begun to fan out prettily across the pillow as her head turned from side to side, surrounding her beautiful face with a silken blonde halo. I began to thrust faster between Lorna's glistening breasts, the tip of my penis popping out of the top of her cleavage at each inward stroke. Against the smooth, even tan of Lorna's breasts, my rhythmically emerging dome was crimson with excitement.

My thrusting hips shuddered briefly as I felt the first tremor of approaching orgasm, Lorna's supple young breasts slithering under my hands as I involuntarily clutched them more tightly. My scarlet dome began to appear above her slippery breasts faster and faster as my rhythm accelerated, Lorna's sensuous, open lips quivering as, in my excitement, my fingers began to work her nipples harder. I squeezed Lorna's rubbery teats really firmly, forcing a whimpering moan from the recumbent girl as her inflamed nipples slithered pliantly between my strong fingers. Her slim arms moved lazily across the bed, her manicured hands lying upturned on the sheets, and I briefly wondered whether I should simply continue until I was squirting helplessly over Lorna's throat and chest, or if I should plunge into her soft, slippery vulva and explode into her there. My thrusting hips quivered with a strong pre-orgasmic tremor, and as I looked down at Lorna's beautiful, open-mouthed face, her gleaming, elastic breasts trapped beneath my eagerly working fingers, and the tiny silver thread of her necklace jiggling in her cleavage just above my plunging crimson dome, the decision was taken from me and I groaned helplessly as I passed to point of no return.

My mouth opened wide and I ogled Lorna's pretty face with bulging eyes as my pleasure spiralled out of control, my heavy, purple penis still slithering rapidly back and forth in the slippery furrow between Lorna's wonderful, squeezed-together breasts during those delicious few seconds of balance before the exquisite peak of orgasm. My panting breaths grew harsh as I felt my climax rushing toward me, and I gripped Lorna's fabulous breasts tight in my shuddering hands, my plunging penis slowing between them now as the pleasure sharpened to an incredible pitch. My eyes fluttered shut. Oh God. Oh God.

My heavy, purple erection juddered to a halt between Lorna's breasts and I cried out with ecstasy as orgasm engulfed me completely, my whole body quivering with joy at the fabulous release of it. My shining crimson dome crept forwards from the glistening furrow of Lorna's pushed-together breasts, and I drank in her beautiful face and whimpered in delight as a long, thick jet of sperm squirted from my purple cock and splashed across Lorna's slender throat. Her pretty head rolled dreamily to one side as another long ribbon of semen hosed over her neck, then another, and another, my gasps helpless with ecstasy as orgasm swept through me, my squirts flooding across Lorna's chest and clogging the delicate silver links of her necklace with thick, spermy semen. I began to slither gently back and forth between Lorna's breasts once more as the first peak of orgasm mellowed towards a deep satisfaction, panting with joy and staring at Lorna's sensuous, quivering lips, my seed filling the tight furrow of her squeezed breasts with lazy, contented dribbles from my glistening penis as the contents of my balls emptied over Lorna's flawless skin.

I continued sliding unhurriedly between Lorna's gleaming breasts for some time after my heavy erection had stopped coming all over her tanned skin and my pleasure had ebbed into a delicious contentment. Sighing happily, I finally released Lorna's fabulous breasts and rolled away from astride the girl's amazing body to slump, panting, beside her. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, smiling with satisfaction. Oh yes.

Eventually, I hauled myself into a standing position alongside the bed and looked down at the gorgeous blonde. Lorna was watching me dreamily, her pretty, green eyes virtually closed with fatigue, and I allowed my gaze to drink in the sight of her silken legs, the tall, polished stilettos still wedged onto her narrow feet, my eyes travelling up over the luxuriant flare of her hips and the plump, shaven mound of her pubis. I ogled the flat muscles of Lorna's jewelled belly, the gleaming lobes of her fabulous, oiled breasts, the long, white stripes of my semen decorating her neck and cleavage. I studied her beautiful face and the long, flaxen silk of her white-blonde hair. What a girl.

Smiling, I strolled to the bathroom and pushed one of the hotel's towels under the hot tap until it was thoroughly soaked with warm water. Re-emerging into the bedroom I bent over Lorna and began to run the hot towel over her neck and chest, cleaning my semen from her cleavage and drying her wonderfully plump breasts of massage oil. The girl was struggling to keep her pretty eyes even partly open now, the fatigue sweeping over her powerfully now that she was no longer being stimulated sexually. I drew the warm towel down between Lorna's sculpted legs, gently cleansing her labia and inner thighs of the sticky coating of sperm and lovejuice that had dribbled from her body. Lorna murmured dreamily as I brushed my fingers along the length of her labia and briefly tucked one stroking fingertip under her clitoral hood, her pretty head unhurriedly rolling to one side at the sensation as I caressed the slowly emerging tip of her clit for a few seconds until it jutted like a tiny, crimson bulb from between her delicate lips.

I quickly threw the soiled towel into the bath, then returned and gently eased Lorna's pointed, turquoise stilettos from her dainty feet, noting that her tiny, polished toenails were as immaculately prepared and maintained as the rest of her. Carefully, I drew the rumpled sheets over Lorna's supine body, slipping into the bed beside her.

As I slid both arms around Lorna, she stirred and then nestled her fabulous body tight against me, her full, painted lips parting in a tired smile. "Snuggle," she murmured, her pencil-slim fingers laying on my chest and one long, shapely leg slipping between my thighs as I drew her halfway on top of me.

So... Lorna liked to cuddle after sex. Well, that was fine, I thought. So did I. My hands stroked her rounded buttocks and slim shoulders, snugging her into my arms as her pretty head pillowed onto my chest.

"My breasts are all tingly," Lorna giggled softly. I ran my fingers idly through Lorna's rich, blonde hair, relishing the silkiness of it in my hand.

"I know Lorna. You loved everything we did, didn't you?"

"Mmmmm...so much..." she murmured, and it was the last sound she made before her breaths grew slow and deep, her fabulous young body relaxing completely in my arms. Within minutes, Lorna was fast asleep.

I sighed contentedly, savouring the feel of the girl against me. I knew that Scott would not be back before breakfast, and thus I was free to enjoy the experience of sleeping with Lorna. I slipped my hand between her inner thighs, feeling the warmth of the smooth skin there. I would call Scott early in the morning, I thought as I gently squeezed one of Lorna's superb buttocks, relishing the pneumatic smoothness of it. I needed to have a talk with him. Because I wasn't finished with his girlfriend yet.

I had already taken Lorna.

Now I planned to keep her.