Chapter 7: Lorna

“Let’s do this again back at my place,” I said softly as I extracted my creamy shaft and wiped it off with my handkerchief.

“Let’s, Lorna said agreeably, and then added, Lend me that thing will you? I’ve got a bunch of your stuff leaking out of me.”

I seemed to have awakened a sleeping sex machine with Lorna for as if the three more times I took her that night wasn’t enough, the next afternoon, at about 1:30 I received a text from her. The message was clear and concise: James, I’ve got my rabbit out and ready to go, c’mon over! XOXOXO

Since I was busy working, I replied: You’ll have to start without me. I’ll be there ASAP, but not before 3:30.

Lorna: Mmmm, I want you to throw me up against a wall, put one hand around my neck and then finger me with the other.

Me: sounds good. I can do that and more! XOXOXO (The kisses were an extra I threw in.)

Lorna kept at it making it difficult to work and I was doing some electrical repairs, and had to be careful not to electrocute myself.

Lorna: I want you to bite my neck and suck on my nipples.

Me: I’m gonna fuck you in missionary while I do that.

Lorna: Good. Then I want you to bend me over WHATEVER THE FUCK IS CLOSEST TO US and hold my hands behind my back while you fuck me.

Me: I wanna see what you’re going to look like when you suck my cock.

Lorna: I wanna see your cock right now.

I sent her a dick pic. She sent me a pussy pic with her rabbit working her clit.

I went back to work after shutting off my phone. When I turned it on some 40 minutes later she’d sent a video of herself cumming. I didn’t bother showering. I went straight to her unit and knocked on the door.

“It’s open” she called brightly.

She was completely nude, legs sprawled in welcome, but her first words shook me to the core.

“Better hurry, I’m moving back home in about a month, sooner if I can sell this unit quickly.”

“What? Are you joking?”

“I’m sorry, Ned. I’m serious. He called me. He didn’t dump me, he heard about a job in Oklahoma City with an oil company. He said he didn’t have time to tell me. It was be there in the morning or forget it.”

“You’re kidding!”

“It’s the God’s honest truth!”

I was confused to say the least. “Um, so tell me, why are you laying there naked like you’re waiting to get royally fucked?”

She gave me her best dazzling smile and replied, “Because I am, loverboy! Now, come to Momma!”

“I want you to do everything to me.”

“ ... Everything?”

“Yes!”

“ ... Anal?” I joked.

“Yes. I want you to fuck my ass, and I want you to fuck it good.”

My face lit up, and I went down on her dripping snatch. I pulled no punches with her. If she was leaving town so be it; if she wanted anal, well...

When I came up for air I noticed a vibrator and a set of handcuffs. Her excitement tripled. He went into the drawer in the table and pulled out a bottle of lube and a butt plug.

Lorna saw my expression and quickly told me that she’d done some shopping that afternoon. “Don’t go thinking I already had these nasty things here in my boudoir, Ned Darling!”

I nodded and continued removing my clothes. She was already out of bed and tearing off my shorts, shoes and socks.

I took her beautiful body in, trying to memorize it forever. “You have the most fantastic tits I’ve ever seen, Lorna.”

“You probably tell that to all the girls,” she said, but she was blushing.

“You’re a bit better put together than most other girls. You may have heard this about guys rating girls from 1 to 10. A 10 being near perfection. Madison Avenue models and the like. Most people don’t encounter a 10. For that matter, 10’s seldom hook up with anyone lower than an 8 themselves. Assuming men can be rated the same and I don’t see why not.”

“Are you saying I’m a ten, Ned?” She inquired with arched eyebrows.

I could see in her eyes she wanted me to say yes. Her ego wanted it badly.

“Mmmm, I’m sorry if this disappoints you, Lorna but you are an 8 ½, maybe even a 9 at times.”

“Ohh, I thought...”

“Listen to me. That still puts you in rarified air. You’re looking down on most women world-wide.”

That perked her up. It may have also helped that she was still coming down from being eaten out; that in itself means a lot to a woman.

“And to me, you are perfection, now let’s fuck.”

I kissed her then kissed my way down her neck before spending some twenty minutes or so with her world class tits.

I believe she came again as I made my way to her navel.

I can attest to the fact that she came for when fingering her I ran my tongue over her clit and had her shaking and panting with her eyes rolled up back in her head.

She let out an almost embarrassingly loud moan.

I laughed and told her she looked so hot when she came. Then recalling what she’d asked for earlier, I grabbed her by the hair and threw her onto her knees. Still yanking the hair I brought her face to face with my throbbing cock.

Lorna went right for it, gagging and tearing up, but never breaking eye contact with me. I let out quite a loud groan myself as I spewed my load into her mouth and throat.

She managed to swallow most of it, saving just a bit for me when I kissed her afterward.

The moment my breathing returned to normal, I had her bent over the bed with her head mashed into a pillow.

“What now, my hero? You need to recharge those batt...”

The hard smack to her ass cut her words off, but she surprised me by squealing delightedly.

“Is that as hard as you...”

The next six blows shut her up for good. Her behind was bright red with his handprints on both cheeks. Lorna was about to ask for more when she heard the vibrator start.

I stuck it between the sheets and her pussy, resting it against her clit. Lorna shuddered. She felt the cool metal of the handcuffs around her wrists, snapping shut. I knelt down and pulled her ass cheeks apart and I groaned.

“Such a nice ass. Every part of your body is just perfect,” and I kissed both cheeks before licking her tight little asshole. She inhaled sharply, taking in the new sensation.

“Jesus ... Ned that’s soooo good.”

Who was this woman? She’s claiming to love some guy in Oklahoma who seemed to have dumped her---her story—but want nothing more than to have me fuck her brains out. And---and anal too!

But I was enjoying every bit of this too, even licking her asshole as prelude to fucking her there. And I should mention that Lorna had anticipated it, to the point of adding a dab or two of Chanel #5 back there for my benefit.

“If this is our farewell party, then I’m gonna take very good care of you, Lorna.”

“Maybe it won’t be farewell, Ned, sweetie. You are really good at this. I might come back for more someday.”

“Nice to hear; but let’s finish today first, hmmm?” As I uttered those words I was massaging her tight little asshole, sliding a finger in and out helping her adjust to what was coming. To keep her happy, I continued using the vibrator on her clit and all I heard from her was a contented purring sound. I let go of the vibe and sent two fingers from my free hand into her pussy. She came almost instantly.

Lorna was disoriented and confused. Nobody had ever gotten her off like this before.

“Ohhh, fuck, Ned ... you still after my ass?”

“If you’ll hold still I will, and feeling my dick was ready for action, used both hands to spread her cheeks and rubbed my dick up and down the tiny hole my fingers had pried open. Then I added more lube to it and pushed the head of my cock in.

Lorna moaned excitedly. “Never did it before! This should be good!”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck my ass!”

“Like this?” I teased, pushing the tip in and out.

“No, not like that!”

“Like this?” I asked again, pushing just a little more in and out of her.

“C’mon fucker! Get it in there! Get it over with!”

It sounded like she wanted to punch me in the mouth.

So I smacked her on her already bruised ass and said sternly: “Tell me. Exactly. What you want.”

“I want that entire snake inside me and I want it NOW!”

“Good answer!” I yelled and drove my dick in as hard as I could, pulled back and rammed it back in again only this time gaining two big inches.

“OHHH FUCCKKK!”

Then I let her have it. Fucking her frantically. She was tight. Tighter than you might imagine, but my furious assault kept me garnering ground. I never actually checked, but I’m guessing I had about five inches in at this point. We were both cover in sweat, which made for a good deal of slippage on both our parts.

But she was into it, yelling, “I fuckin’ love it!”

And since I’d already unloaded in her pussy earlier, I had staying power galore available and used every bit of it; laughing and grunting, slapping her ass and fucking it until it my balls were doing the slapping instead of my hands.

She was shrieking: “Oh yeah! Oh fuckin’ yeah! Give-it-to-me! Give-it-to-me! Give-it-to-me! Give-it-to-me!”

She exploded again.

My cock was acting like a magic wand.

And I wasn’t close to cumming myself. Lorna was panting, trying to catch her breath. I reached around blindly, found the vibrator and turned it back on.

“Suck my cock, Lorna.”

She would have slit her own throat just then had I asked her too. I tossed her onto the bed on her back; climbed on top of her and looked into her eyes before uncuffing her so she had the use of her hands.

Her tongue was magic; it was a fantastic blowjob, expert in every phase.

Ten minutes she sucked and licked me. Then amazed that I had yet to cum, she grabbed my face and kissed me hard.

When we broke from the kiss I took a deep breath and told her I was about to cum.

“You ARE?”

I sent four fingers churning into her cunt and whispered, “Wanna cum with me?”

She took hold of my cock, brought it back to her mouth and devoured it, taking it as deep as possible without swallowing my testicles.

It catapulted the both of us into nirvana; I will swear on a Bible that she gargled some of the sperm before swallowing while her pelvis fucked my fingers until she was devoid of the energy to continue.

Simultaneous orgasms. We looked at each other in disbelief. Then mercifully, we both fell sound asleep in each other’s arms.

I was looking at her when she woke up.

Gingerly, I pulled my hand out from under the covers.

“That was a nice way to wake up,” Lorna said with a smile.

“Oh, you mean the fingering?”

“Mmmm, best alarm clock ever!” Then she kissed me.

Lorna broke off the kiss moments later and exclaimed, “You bastard, you’ve brushed your teeth already!”

“You’re a very sound sleeper, Lorna.”

She laughed and said, “Damn right!” and grabbed the lube off the bed stand and squirted some into her hand. She reached under the covers, found my cock and gently stroked it.

“You like that?”

“Yeah ... I do!”

“Then you’re going to love this!” she said, continuing to stroke my rapidly growing dick. She increased the pressure and pace and soon felt me readying to ejaculate.

That was when she disappeared under the covers and took me into her hot little mouth and slowly started sucking.

A vacuum. That’s what it felt like. My dick had been inserted into a human vacuum and it was impossible for me to try to hold back.

Of course I came, and Lorna selfishly kept it all to herself.

I kissed her this time, and we wound up laughing like children when I failed to find any ejaculate while tonguing her.

So I went after her the only way I could, grabbing hold of her and getting on top. Still laughing, and delighted with herself, Lorna began rubbing herself on my semi-flaccid member, waiting for me to make like Lazarus and rise from the dead.

When I did, it seemed I was at the perfect angle for her to rub her clit over my cock. As she continued to slide around over my slimy dick, I kissed her. That seemed to put Lorna into high gear rubbing herself on me and she brought herself off again.

Meanwhile, I was raring to go again, and helped Lorna position herself over me. “Let yourself down on me, Lorna,” I said in what I thought was a shaky voice. She later told me I sounded so huskily masculine she had a mini-cum from hearing me utter the words regardless of their implication.

She sank down, taking a little bit of time to readjust.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.

She started slowly, quickening the pace every time I groaned or moaned until bouncing up and down on top of me. I grabbed her ass and held on as she went absolutely nutso.

“Ohhhh, God!”

“You’re incredibly tight, you know that?” I whispered.

My voice must have retained that huskiness she liked because Lorna came again, but continued fucking me.

“Love that cockpole ... just love it!” she croaked.

I rolled us over and began fucking her Missionary style. She was no longer tight. Well not like earlier, anyway. I took the long, slow stroke express and brought her around to yet another blissful climax that had her all a tremble. But when I went to pull out, she cried, “No—No, leave it in!”

I did. Until I felt myself beginning to boil over, at which time I summoned up the last of my energy and socked it to her, spewing spurt after spurt of love cream into her deepest recesses and then resorting to trying to suck it back out using mouth and tongue and of course she came again.

I rolled away and said, “That’s it. That’s all I got. Say hello to what’s his name for me.”

She started laughing. I joined her, and eventually asked her what she was laughing about.

“I—I can’t remember his name either!” she confessed and we must have laughed for another five minutes.

Then I said, “It’s Eddie Smith.”

“Oh, yeah, Eddie Smith. That’s my last name you know.”

“I do know, as a matter of fact.”

“We’re committing adultery,” Lorna said, and giggled like a mischievous schoolgirl.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Lorna.”

“Whatever for?”

“When you come back to Houston to close on the sale of this unit we’re in.”

“Oh...”

“We can repeat this ... um, whatever you want to call it at that time.”

“Adultery,” she said, clearly and distinctly.

“Okay.”

“I won’t bring Eddie.”

“He might just learn a few things,” I offered.”

Lorna began laughing again. “Maybe,” she said mischievously, “Maybe he would. I bet you’d have fun teaching him.”

“Well, you’re the school teacher. You’d know.”

I dressed, kissed her one last time and went to work. I managed to avoid her the rest of the day and by 6 PM she was gone. I never saw her again.

A couple weeks went by. Olivia and Reese paid their respects for fixing their grades by making themselves available to me on consecutive Saturdays. Olivia even snuck in a Sunday matinee on one occasion. Then when school let out, they took off to different destinations with their parents. Reese went to Colorado, and Randy and Olivia to San Francisco, and that was that. When fall arrived if they returned to Houston I didn’t see them, and I was okay with it.

Joan Biddle, my boss grew friendlier, but not THAT friendly. I got my first raise and bought a decent used Camaro. I also began to hang out at a local pub called Dango’s Dingo. Don’t ask me what it means. I never bothered to ask, especially seeing as they never asked me where I was from or where I was going.

Respectful folk if you get my drift. They also moved weed, but not on the premises. I liked that, and it was very good quality stuff, and I should know. Otherwise I performed my managerial duties around the apartment complex, encountered minor problems and surmounted them.

Then on a Thursday afternoon, Jiggs came to town.

We met in an almost empty parking garage about two miles from my place.

“Good to see you, Partner,” he said handing me a satchel with about $40,000 in it.

“It’s always good to lay eyes on your sorry ass too, Jiggs.”

We hugged and laughed. He brought me up to speed on what he knew about the DNA’s current investigation which wasn’t much.

“They’ve stopped sniffing around,” he said. “But knowing them there are spotters dropping by every so often. They have a huge budget and can pay people that they can’t pressure otherwise. Still, on the face of it, you’re small potatoes these days.”

“Not to cast any aspersions your way, Jiggs, but you know this how?”

“Nathan Lane. He’s an attorney I’ve known for some time and his clients are of interest to DNA back home. You know the routine; they nail you with some product and hold a prison term over your head enticing you to give them someone bigger or more interesting than yourself. Thing is, or at least how Nathan tells it, is they’re not doing it so much now. What I mean is its heroin and cocaine they want leads on. Apparently they’re interest in weed is much less. Um, of course, a big haul that generates headlines is always good, but otherwise, it’s like they could care less. Oh and here’s some mail I got hold of. I’m surprised it’s so little considering all the time you’ve been gone, but...”

Jiggs handed me a bundle of mail, mostly bills that were now long overdue and a note from Katlyn a woman who worked part-time for a shady lawyer I used when handling large transactions of either marijuana or cash coming from it. It was dated that day I took off from Vegas and mentioned the feds were looking at me as an interested party and asking about my whereabouts.

‘So Jiggs, do you want to laid?” I asked after we finished with our business.

“Don’t go putting yourself out on my behalf,” he said. “I can probably roust some chickens out of the henhouse if I want.”

“Got said chickens back at my apartment complex,” I countered, thinking of Fiona and Betty on the far side of the complex from my unit.

“Well if they’re that close there’s no sense in me looking any further. Besides I’d like a look at where you’ve settled in.”

With that settled, I gave Fiona a call to make sure they were both home and more importantly, alone.

They were, and were looking for company. Jiggs and I joined them twenty minutes later. Unlike the last time I visited their apartment, it was clean, with only a slight odor of weed in the air.

Betty greeted us, wearing a blousy top that did little to hide her fairly large twins. Short, shorts completed her attire. She handed us both Heineken’s and did a little dance as she led us into the living room where Fiona was sitting on the couch, but jumped up as we entered the room. “Jimmie!” she shrieked and jumped into my arms and smothered my face with kisses. Fiona’s heavy breasts were crushed against my chest and felt sooo good I almost whipped my cock out then and there.

Jiggs spoke up, saying: “I bring gifts from far away land.”

“This is Jiggs,” I said by way of introduction.

“Is he an Indian?” Betty asked with a puzzled expression.

“No, he’s from California. You may have heard of it.”

“Oh, stop!” Betty laughed. “Pleased to meet ‘cha, Jiggs. Now that’s an odd ... I mean an unusual name.”

“It’s just a nickname,” he said and handed Betty a small package. “Go on; open it,” he said.

Betty tore the package open like a four-year-old at Christmas and exclaimed, “Ahh, weed!”

“C’mon, lets you and me head for the bedroom and roll a few joints for our little party.”

While this was going on, I handed Fiona two bottles of vodka, also designated for our party.

Fiona and I made some drinks and she mentioned that her apartment was one of the six that had had hot tubs installed recently. Of course I was aware of it, but just nodded.

“So Um, Betty and me figured you might want to make use of it with us.”

“I’m sure we do. I think I can speak for Jiggs on that.”

“Oh, goodie!”

Betty and Jiggs returned sharing a Cheech and Chong cannabis-sized cigar, which they quickly offered to Fiona and me. We took some deep tokes and passed it back to them.

“This is so much better than watching Dancing With the Stars,” Betty said, her voice higher than usual.

“Did you check the hot tub?” She asked Fiona, who smiled and nodded affirmatively.

“We have this ... hot tub. You guys have to try it if only to give us a look at your packages.”