Teaching Lorna

We found Lorna yesterday. The moment she walked in, we knew. She's twenty-one, maybe twenty-two, skin like new cream. Alexander called it first—he gets that look when he's decided on something. Said he wanted to leave his wife for her. Lorna smiled at that, then looked at me instead. She picked me without saying a word. Later that afternoon she lay on her back with her legs pulled open. I had three fingers inside her already. I took the thumb, tucked it, and pushed. Her cunt opened around my knuckles, gripped, then gave. The sound came wet and thick. She took the whole hand without crying out, just a sharp intake of breath when my fist finally popped through. Once it was in I held still and watched her stomach move with each breath. She looked drunk on it. I opened my fingers inside her, felt the give of muscle and heat, and she started to shake. Alexander watched from the doorway. He didn't interrupt. He knew.