Lorna (Mg, Ped, Int)
By Osric134

Remember: I don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with
children, rape, drugs or murder. I don't encourage anyone to do
any of the things my imaginative characters do either. These are
just stories that have taboo themes in them and NOT wishful
thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no one takes my
tales as anything but strokable fun.



She was the little white girl from down the street that no one
seemed to want and I felt sorry for her. She would come and stand
near my gate, watching me clipping my roses and talk to me.
I lived at the end of a cul-de-sac, a lone detached house built
between some thick trees. The nearest house was around the bend,
the area was far out of town and sparsely housed, which suited
me. I liked the solitude.
Lorna Walker lived with her grandmother, a woman who didn't have
no time for anything but bingo and the half-dozen cigarettes she
always seemed to smoke.
Her parents were dead and she went to a nearby school where I did
some work as a volunteer. I was retired now, living on a nice
pension and happy, although I was alone now that my wife had died
and my kids had all grown up and gone their separate ways. I
liked being alone and didn't encourage any family to visit, but
they insisted on coming around every year around Christmas with
gifts and to show me how well they had done. Don't get me wrong,
I loved my kids, all of them, but I always got frustrated when I
saw them with their partners, it brought back memories of my
wife.
Lorna kept coming to my place after school. I seemed to be the
only person who had time for her, who talked to her. She was a
loner in school, getting into fights with the other children a
lot and had almost been expelled twice until I stepped in and
vouched for her. She seemed to have appropriated what I had done
and always wanted to ask me loads of questions about things, her
school-work improving when I sat in the front garden with her and
helped her with her homework.
Lorna was a tall, slender girl of eleven. Her dirty-looking red
hair was cut shoulder length and framed a very pretty face
covered in freckles. She had a long, regal neck and slim
shoulder. Her torso was slender, her hips slim and tapered on top
of long slim legs. She had bright, intelligent green eyes a small
cute nose and a wide, full-lipped mouth that someone would find
pleasure kissing one day. Sometimes I would look at her and wish
that I was a much younger man, she would make someone a very
attractive wife.
"Hi Mr Stevens!"
"Hi Lorna, did you have a good day in school today?" I asked her
as she propped her school bag on my short front fence.
"It was OK, but that Richards girl was bothering me again." she
complained.
"Now you know what I told you about that?" I said.
"Yeah, I told Mrs Harlow, but she doesn't seem to have time to do
anything." she fretted.
"Never mind, shell get to it. I'll have a word with her when I'm
in next week. OK?"
She smiled her prettiest smile and I opened the gate for her. The
girl skipped into the garden, dropping her bag onto the small
wooden table I had on the front lawn and sat down. We spent an
hour doing her homework, I let her use my laptop to browse the
internet for her answers and any research, the she got up, waving
to me as she left.

The relationship she had with me was very paternal, I didn't
think about her in any sexual way, she was a child after all and
I had daughters and granddaughters of my own. She did have a few
adult males who called at her, pulled at her, she told me about
them. One man she told me even pushed his hand down into her
panties. I had asked her if she told the police, but she shied
away from that question. I didn't push it and she never told me
anything more about it. But one afternoon I was returning from
her school when I saw a man talking to her in a car. She saw me
and smiled, waving to me before getting into the vehicle and
letting the man drive away with her.
I never asked her about it, figuring she's tell me when she
wanted to. She didn't so I didn't say anything.

Lorna had a habit of staying out late or, sometimes not going
home at all. Her grandmother didn't seem bothered, she always
shrugged whenever I asked her about the girl.
"She does what she pleases. I ain't bothered!" she shrugged and
took a long drag on her cigarette.
I guess she thought the girl was safe enough and couldn't really
be bothered. I found her cold and heartless when it came to that
child, it was as if she didn't like the girl.
Then one day she didn't come home for a whole week. I didn't see
her at school and she didn't come to the house. Her grandmother
still didn't seem bothered, saying that she had done this before
and told me to mind my own business.
I was worried and angry at the woman for her careless and callous
attitude towards a child of eleven, wanting to report the
incident, but not knowing if she was with relatives of some kind
or genuinely missing. I waited and she came by that very next
Monday after school, limping a little as she came into my front
garden.
"Where have you been?" I asked her, "I was worried about you, you
never left a message?"
She stared at me for a long time.
"You actually care about me, don't you?" she smiled, "I was with
a friend, that's all. He brought me back home this morning."
"Of course I care about you, you might be the wrong colour, but
you could be my daughter and I don't want to see anything happen
to you." I told her, resting a hand gently on her shoulder.
She shrugged it off, annoyed at me.
"Well I'm not your daughter, OK?" she growled, "Quit trying to
boss me around!"
“Lorna, I'm not...”
She stormed out of the garden before I could explain, dragging
her book-bag behind her.
"Lorna...!" I called again, but she didn't turn back and I didn't
see her again for three whole weeks.

It was midnight almost when I heard the doorbell. I jumped out of
bed, pulled my robe over my naked body and went downstairs to
find the girl shivering in the rain. She was wearing a skimpy
little dress that didn't cover her legs properly and make-up that
was smeared on her face. She looked forlorn and frightened.
I pulled her in out of the rain and ran upstairs, coming back
with a large towel that I wrapped around her body, taking her
into the living room and turning on the fireplace. She gave me a
thankful look and shuddered against me.
"What happened?"
"Please don't...." she sobbed.
I left it alone, not wanting to upset her and make her leave
again. It looked obvious that she had been out with someone much
more adult than her, someone who had hurt her in some way.
"Didn't your grandmother let you in?" I asked.
"She's out at friends tonight. She never comes home until
Sunday." the child told me. "I didn't have anywhere else to go!"
I hugged her, trying to warm her and to comfort her. She shivered
against me, her wet dress clinging to her body. It was time to
get her out of those wet things.
I left her there and went upstairs, retrieving a smaller robe
that used to be my wife's and giving it to her.
"Take off that wet dress and put this on!" I said.
She responded before I could leave the room, standing and pulling
it over her head and revealing her naked form to my eyes. I
turned away quickly, but I had already seen too much.
When I finally turned back she was tying the robe with a small
smile on her face.
I took her dress and hung it in the bathroom upstairs, coming
back down and making her a cup of hot chocolate. She sat next to
me, drinking it and looking at me strangely. I felt
uncomfortable, disturbed. I got up and left her, going up to the
spare room and fixing the bed for her. It was obvious she
couldn't leave tonight and her grandmother wouldn't be back for
two days.
When I came back to the living room she was sitting back, still
holding her cup. Her robe had parted to reveal her long, smooth
young legs and I could clearly see the sparse hairs on her
crotch. I averted my eyes and came around to her side.
"I have a bed ready for you when you've finished your hot
chocolate." I said, feeling a little nervous.
She took a sip from the cup and smiled up at me.
"OK!" she smiled and licked her lips in what could only be
described as a provocative way.
I swallowed, wondering if I really should have let her stay.
"Come and sit down with me Mr Stevens, don't leave me yet. I just
want someone to talk to!" she cooed.
I went back around the chair and was subjected to her plump mound
again briefly as I sat next to her and faced the TV. She had
turned it on while I was upstairs, the volume was down low.
"You've been so nice to me and I've been rude to you. Please
forgive me?" she begged, her eyes big and pleading.
"Of course I forgive you, silly!" I smiled and hugged her
shoulders.
She snuggled up against me, her smooth thigh pressing up against
mine and teasing memories of my youth from me. I shuddered but
was unable to move away, she hugged herself tightly against me.
Her slender young frame was glued to me as we watched the telly
for a bit and she finished her hot chocolate, then I turned off
the set and led her up to the spare room.
"It's nice!" she smiled, "Can I sleep here again?"
"Err... Yeah, sure!" I said, knowing that she didn't really have
anywhere else to go.
She hugged me tightly, her robe falling open to reveal her
slender young form as she turned and dropped it to the floor next
to the bed, climbing under the sheets and smiling at me.
"Are you going to give me a 'good night' kiss?"
I went over to her, sitting on the bed and leaning down to kiss
her on her cheek. She surprised me, by grabbing my head and
planting those full, soft lips of hers against mine. I pulled
away and stared at her, the child grinning naughtily as she
licked her lips.
"Good night Mr Stevens!"
"G..goodnight Lorna!" I said and fled.

I woke with the sound of sobbing coming to me. I dragged myself
out of bed, pulling on my robe and walking out to the hall, not
tying the thing properly in my sleepy state. The door to her room
was wide open, and I could see her sitting up in bed, bathed in
the light from the hall.
I went in and sat on the bed before I realised that I could see
her budding breasts. I reached over to pull up her sheets, but
she leapt out of bed and into my lap, her arms around my neck,
coiling her naked body around me.
"Oh Mr Stevens, I'm so scared..."
I hugged her tight, cuddling her against me and trying to sooth
her. Her face was against my neck, her mouth on my neck.
"There there, Honey. I'm here now, it'll be alright!" I soothed,
remembering how I had calmed my daughter once when she woke from
a nightmare.
But the girl in my arms was not my daughter, her body was wrapped
around mine and I could feel my robe open and she writhed and
squeezed my body. I tried to pull her off so that I could adjust
my open robe, but she fretted, sobbing in panic like I was going
to leave her and I gave up. I could now feel her skin against my
chest, my cock was doing a very un-paternal thing, getting hard
under the child and I was panicking. It grew, coming up and
nudging against her warm crotch.
"Mmmmm!" she sighed, squeezing herself tighter around my body
like a boa-constrictor and literally pinning me.
"Err... Lorna...?" I pleaded, but the girl just squeezed tighter
and I was sure I could feel wetness against my cock-head.
"Please don't leave me!" she sighed, still sobbing softly.
"OK! I'll stay with you for a bit." I said, sure she was rubbing
her crotch against my cock.
She then relaxed catching me off guard, raising up against me and
hunching her hips.
Suddenly I felt tightness enclose the head of my cock and Lorna
gasped. I tried to get free, to pull away, but she pressed down
and sucked my entire cock up into the tightest pussy I had ever
felt.
"Oooooh!" she moaned as she locked her hips against mine.
"Oh shit!" I gasped, the girl's tightly gripping vagina squeezing
around my long unused cock.
"Oh Mr Stevens..." she moaned as her tight, warm, wet pussy
pulsed around me. "You feel so much nicer than the others!"
I was stunned, she had been fucking other men, how else could she
take all of my cock up inside her body like that. I tried to
extricate myself from her and only served to slide myself out a
little before she dug her nails into my neck and sank slowly back
down onto my cock, locking it deep inside her sucking belly
again.
"Ahhhhh!" she gasped, "Don't go, please!"
Then she started to move, her pussy tight and slippery, sliding
up and down on my thick black cock.
"Oooooh! It's so nice, so thick!" she gasped, "I really like it!"
She hugged me and rode my cock, my long dormant sexuality finally
taking over, letting her do what she wanted.
"Sleep with me tonight!" she gasped as she breathed into my
mouth, her big, soft lips seeking mine and her little wet tongue
entering my mouth.
I finally hugged her body to mine, getting up and dropping my
robe to the floor next to hers. She moaned as I cupped her small
buttocks in my hands and climbed up onto the bed, laying down on
her and began thrusting into her.
"Oooooh! Yes, fuck me Mr Stevens. Fuck me and make me yours!" she
moaned.
I had never felt anything so erotic, so dirty. The girl was
underage, tighter than anything I had ever been in and just so
horny.
Her long, slender legs rose up, her knees against my sides,
giving me full access to her tight vaginal tube. I stared into
that pretty freckled face smiling sexily up at me, humping into
her and gasping at how very tight she was.
She had taken all nine inches of my cock without a problem, I was
stuffing it repeatedly into her belly, reaming her young pussy
thoroughly. She whimpered now, her nails digging into my
shoulders.
I felt my seed coming, so long since I last had cum inside any
woman, I came in her now. My cock jumped, bucked and spat my
thick seed up into her guts. She moaned, and clung to me, hugging
her body tightly against mine.
"Argh! Shit! Fuck!" I screamed, almost fainting from the feeling
of blasting into her.
"Oooooh! Oooooh!" she moaned.

I woke up with the child coiled around me, my cock still gripped
inside her tight belly. I realised what I had done and tried to
get up off her, dragging my stiffening cock slowly out of her.
But she woke up and clung tightly to me.
"No!" she sobbed, pulling me back into her and coiling her long
slender limbs around me, pinning me to her young body. "Oooooh!"
"Ungh!" I gasped, her pussy so very tight around my throbbing
cock.
"Don't go!" she gasped, her pussy hugging tightly around my cock
again.
"Lorna, this is wrong!" I gasped, now unable to pull out of her.
"No! I like it!" she gasped, "I... like you!
She squeezed me inside her belly and I groaned, then she started
moving her hips against me, sliding me in and out of her. I
moaned, taking over, fucking the little eleven year old under me.
She gasped into my mouth as I tongued her, sucking on my tongue
as drinking my spit. The little girl was so delicious, so tight
and deep. I had never felt anything like it, never experienced
anything like this.
"Ooh! Mr Stevens..." she moaned, "I like yoooooou!"
She began squeezing my cock very hard, she was cumming, grunting
under me as her orgasms hit her. I gasped again, squirting my
sperm into her, deep in her belly.

We didn't leave the bed until well after lunch-time, the girl
leaking the three loads of sperm I had squirted up inside her
sweet, tight young belly.
She clung to me all day, looking up at me with those large green
eyes as I was the best thing since sliced bread.
I knew what I had done was wrong, but the little white girl was
so incredible to fuck, so tight and sweet. I knew that I wouldn't
stop any time soon and was already getting hot watching her
slender naked body flaunting around the house before me as she
waited for her dress to be washed and dried in the washing
machine.
I pulled her to me and kissed her, lifting her up and planting
her on my cock, feeling it sliding slowly up into her tightly
gripping sleeve of warm, wet young flesh.
"Oooooh!" she moaned as I slid her down onto my turgid cock.
"Oh Lorna!" I gasped and began to fuck her again, the girl
moaning and gasping as I fucked her while standing in the living
room. When I had cums in her, I took her over to the sofa and sat
down with my cock still throbbing inside her belly, the girl
curled up in my lap.
"I'm so glad you finally fucked me, Mr Stevens. I've waited for
you to take me for so long!" she said into my neck.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, since you first stuck up for me and started being nice to
me. I always wanted to sleep with you, I only went with the other
guy because I needed to fuck real bad and each time I pretended
it was you."
I cuddled her against me, my cock still throbbing in her tight
little pussy. Then she started moving her hips, riding me.

Lorna spends all her time at my house now, sleeping with me at
the weekend when her grandmother is out or just staying for the
whole week.
I took her on holiday with me to Spain, I booked separate rooms,
but she stayed in my room, in my bed the whole time. I had to
bribe her grandmother to get the girl's passport, but it was
worth it in the end.
Lorna now has half of her clothes in my room, including her
school uniform. She usually dresses her before going, my sperm in
her belly as she sits in class. She's top of her class now, the
best marks in the school. She doesn't get into trouble any more,
I keep her busy and full of cock now.
My children see this white girl around the house and have never
questioned me about her, treating her nice and having her join in
with the festivities. Her grandmother ignores us, going about her
business and doing her bingo.
Lorna...?" shares my bed most nights now, having moved in with me
and out of her grandmother's home. She's twelve now and I have
started her on 'the pill' just in case.
"But I want to have your baby!" she frowned.
"And you will, but not until you're at least seventeen or
eighteen. I don't want to go to jail for fucking a minor!" I
said.
"Oh, alright!" she moped, but still fretted that she wanted my
babies.
I would give her babies soon, very soon....

End



  
Lorna