Ripple Effect for Lorna; She's Fucked!

As Naomi and Grant’s paused to give each other knowing looks Lorna took the opportunity to finally blurt out to Grant what she had been wondering the whole time, “just why are you naked exactly!? You’re one of these pervert creepers aren’t you!?”

Grant laughed, trying to pass it off, “ah well, actually I’m with Naomi and we did have a bit of fun, with each other.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, only a lie by omission.

“You mean with those sex cards,” Lorna said warily.

“Sure,” nodded Grant not wanting to explain to the teenager his part in all of this, and certainly not that he was going to be breeding her mom, “listen, just send a message to your mom to find out where she is, we’ll go get her and you stay here. You should probably keep this door locked.” he said.

Naomi put both hands around Lorna’s shoulder and exchanged a hard look with Grant. “Aren’t you forgetting to give something to our young interloper here?” the Japanese lady asked pointedly.

Grant almost did a double take at Naomi’s suggestion. He’d hadn’t really pursued teenagers since his twenties. The youngest he generally went for was 21, and that was rare. It wasn’t that he didn’t think they could be physically hot, far from it but more that the back and forth of flirtation wasn’t there.

"Uh," he stammered unusually lost for words, "is she even allowed to be given one of these Passes?” knowing Naomi would be unconvinced even as he said it. He knew she was eighteen, Naomi knew she was eighteen and Lorna looked like she was eighteen or nineteen. But he still wanted to give Lorna a way out.

“Yes,” Lorna said suddenly irritated at the implication she might not be an adult and being talked over by this strange naked guy, “I turned eighteen 6 months ago!”

Naomi smirked at Lorna’s foolish revelation.

Grant frowned. His cock was twitching a little but some atrophied sense of decency held him back. He was going to be literally fucking her mom out of a job, breeding her daughter as well seemed excessive. He wanted to give the girl one more chance. “I mean she’s probably still a virgin, right? Seems a bit harsh for your first time to be with a Breeding Pass.”

Naomi frowned, “virgin or no, you made a promise, to me. No woman left behind?” she reminded him still lightly holding Lorna’s shoulders

“She doesn’t even work for Wet “N” Antics, Naomi.”

“No, but she can help us find Cassie, which she’ll be more likely to do afterwards.”

“You seem very sure of yourself,” Grant shot back.

Lorna was tired of being talked over and about. She broke free of Naomi’s grasp. “First. I am not helping you freaks find my mother. Second, I am not a virgin. I had sex with Bradley Prunt two weeks after my eighteenth and I have sex with my boyfriend on the regular. And I sucked off Daniel Kenning a little at that party last week but that doesn’t count because we were both a bit drunk and he couldn’t stay hard to finish”

Naomi looked triumphant and Grant gave his life-mate an unimpressed look. But his erection was now harder. Lorna instinctively realised she had fucked up.

“Fine, fine.” said Grant sarcastically, throwing up his hand, “You are right Naomi, she’s an experienced slut. Ripe for impregnation.”

“Excuse me!?” exclaimed Lorna indignantly, “fuck you mister!”

Grant handed her the Pass, “yeah, that’s the idea,” he said dryly, “this Pass is for you to have sex with me and carry my baby young lady. I sure hope you have a good excuse for your boyfriend because he is never going to believe what happens next.”

“Oh, come on,” said Lorna, taking the Pass and briefly reading it before backing towards the desk, “please don’t. The morning is fucked up, I don’t know where mom is and my phone is out of charge, and I don’t think we’ll get to go to lunch at the new place ‘Matilda’s Entre’ which I was really forward to.”

Grant shrugged, “looks like this isn’t your lucky day.”

“I was going to travel Europe for Christmas,” pleaded Lorna.

"That seems increasingly unlikely,” said Naomi, thinking the girl would be six months pregnant by then.

Lorna didn’t understand why she was helping the Japanese lady undress her. Lorna threw off her underwear revealing a toned, lightly tanned body, she had, as Naomi had predicated, small but firm breasts. They bounced a little as the teenager hopped up onto the edge of the desk.

"If you want to fuck me, that’s one thing but you don’t have to finish inside of me,” Lorna said trying to negotiate her way out of her impending fertilisation. She really didn’t understand why her body seemed to be acting almost with a will of its own, nipples hardening, pussy growing wet, happily preparing to be fucked, “you could pull out.”

"Well perhaps my dear but he isn’t going to," said Naomi gently, “just relax.”

Naomi watching approvingly, and licked her lips when she saw Grant approach, his cock rock-hard now.

Despite his previous reservations, now that he had given Lorna the Pass and knew the inevitable would happen, Grant was becoming enamoured with the teenage girl’s body. Grant got down on his knees and lifted Lorna’s legs. Her face flushed red as Grant slipped his tongue out and gave a quick lick between her legs. She tasted sweet, with a tang of salt. His cock strained as he took in the teenager’s dew. Grant flicked her nub with his tongue, eliciting a sharp moan before slipping a finger inside her wet cunt.

Naomi was entranced by the way Grant’s was preparing the teen. Seeing a large set of portable foam steps, the Japanese office lady placed herself on it. She pulled off her own skirt and kicked it aside along with her shoes. Soon her fingers were exploring her own pussy.

By now Grant’s large fingers were gliding easily inside Lorna’s tight channel and his other hand cupped her small firm tits. As Lorna bucked under him her moans grew louder and louder. By the time Grant removed his fingers they were dripping with the eighteen-year-olds juices.

Grant positioned himself in front of Lorna. He gently spread her thighs, and then grasped her by the hips so her perky butt was just over the edge of the desk. She whimpered a little at this fresh touch, understanding its significance.

Between his legs his engorged cock stood long and unyielding. To Lorna’s mind Grant’s cock was an intimidating sight. It’s throbbing length and hardness like fresh oak. At the end of its sturdy length was a bulbous crown, that glistened, coated with a dew of pre-cum that was a reminder of the potent sap that Lorna knew was ready to be unleashed into her womb.

Her attention was momentarily taken by a gasp of pleasure from Naomi; the Japanese lady was already climaxing a little thinking about Lorna’s impending impregnation.

Grant pressed in so that his manhood nuzzled against her mound. This muscular man’s dick was by far bigger than Yanis her boyfriend, Bradley or Daniel’s. Lorna let out a cry as he penetrated her deeply. Naomi dropped to her knees, fingers still probing her slit, so she could see better.

Grant plunged forward his pace increasing as the pleasure of the lush teenage pussy enveloping his dick began to overwhelm him. Lorna gasped, as each hard thrust reverberated through her petite form, and caused her tits and the small layer of puppy fat around her midsection to jiggle pleasantly.

Lorna could not understand why physically she was responding so emphatically to this man’s demand for sex, to claim her womb, but she was the horniest she had ever been. On some inherent biological level, she needed this, to be claimed by this powerful man, to bare his child. She was a woman now. This was her calling.

Like a drunk at a party who knows one more shot will mean they definitely would be missing the last train home, she still had enough conscious presence of mind to know this was a bad idea. Somehow, she felt an almost spiritual connection with Grant, as if they were connected via the Pass, that he still had the power to stop this, that he wasn’t irrevocably taken over with the need to impregnate her.

“Please…please, don’t breed me…” she gasped barely able to whisper the words as her body frantically fucked back against Grant and her hands roved across his well-toned torso. Grant gave no indication he had heard her, his eyes still roaming over her body with an animal intensity. “Uuuhhgh…don’t breed me!” she said louder.

“Your body craves it,” moaned Naomi from the side still happily jilling off to her life-mate ploughing this fresh conquest, “let it happen.”

“She’s right,” said Grant, perspiration now forming across his pecs, “this is what you want.”

“Nonono…it isn’t,” Lorna panted, her body betrayed her then as a little shudder ran through her, a foreshock to the almighty climax that was building in her, and likely only matched by the tsunami of sperm she was facing from Grant.

With an almighty effort she pulled her hands from his firm body and put them on the edge of the desk clenching it hard. Her hips still moved in time to his thrusts, “it isn’t what I want…aauuh…it isn’t…”, she virtually sobbed almost trying to convince herself.

Abruptly with a look of cool command Grant stopped thrusting, and withdrew his cock so that only his head remained inside of her.

The teenager up looked up at him wide-eyed. The heat between her legs was overwhelming, her clit was swollen and her vagina was so wet it could have been raining; Grant stopping was almost like whiplash. Almost immediately, arms tensed, she propelled herself forward onto his expectant cock and began grinding against it trying to replicate his powerful thrusts with her own momentum. She whimpered, half in lust half in fear; had she completely lost control of her own body?

Naomi gave a mocking laugh and Grunt grunted in self-satisfaction his point proved and continued fucking her.

Lorna’s mind was a haze now; she had visions of a future version of herself happy and pregnant, she was huge, breasts much bigger, hips wider, she would be the centre of attention, and inside her a ball of love would be growing healthy. It was a seductive vision and she almost surrendered to it, letting the pregnancy haze smother her. “Just accepting Grant’s seed would be so much easier”, her pregnant self said, calling to her from seven months’ time.

Through this thick soporific haze Lorna barely clung on by remembering her present life; parties, flirting with boys, shopping for tight sexy clothes, college, the Christmas trip to Europe…

She threw her head back in pleasure, as Grant leant forward to kiss and lightly bite her neck “I’m horny I admit it, but I don’t want to be pregnant, I can’t be pregnant! I have too much to do, too much…” her hands had found themselves around the powerful man’s neck as he sucked and licked at her earlobe, she grasped for a word “…potential.”

Grant looked down at the gorgeous eighteen-year-old writhing and somehow, he knew within his core that this fuck was different to the previous five he’d had today. Despite his overwhelming desire to breed this young woman he now had the ability to rescind the Passes ability. Where this new found control came from he did not know.

Her word, ‘potential’ resonated with him. He understood Naomi’s early words. When he planted his seed in Lorna, he would be creating two lives and erasing another. There would be the life created within Lorna, yet there would also be ‘Lorna-mother’ herself he would create. That was a life, a person, a destiny that would never exist without him. That life would make choices and have experiences that this current teenager would never currently contemplate.

Which left the hot-eighteen-year-old he was currently ploughing. A young woman, with her own ambitions, and dreams. Lorna’s choices didn’t matter, her agency a moot point. Grant knew he held the power in his cock and balls to wash away her ambitions in a flood of life-giving sperm. That Lorna would have no future after this was over, her choices nullified, the path she had taken up to this point rendered irrelevant and that existence wiped clean.

As Grant acknowledged the unbridled power he wielded, to render and remake a life with the essence of his meat-shaft, the erotic exhilaration of this power surged through him. It affirmed his role as a breeder, in the natural order. And he very nearly blew his load inside Lorna then and there.

He breathed out, holding himself from climax. He slowed his cunt-pounding pace to an easier slower sensual rocking. Enough that Lorna knew he had heard her but not so much that his climax would not eventually erupt before long.

“What potential?” he asked her.

Lorna, was slack jaw for a moment, surprised Grant had responded. She was at the most important junction of her existence and they both knew it was he who could wield his cock as the gavel of a judge, and grant her a reprieve.

“I.. have good grades, I’m applying to college...uuuh...,” her eyes rolled up slightly, this new pace set by Grant was if anything any even deeper feeling of connection, “I have things…pregnancy. would...prevent…”

Grant stood, a figure of sheer resolve—each muscle in his body tensed with purpose. He glanced over at Naomi, wondering whether she would be irritated by this interruption, but his life-mate was still grinding her hand inside herself. If anything, this interrogation of Lorna’s future driving her to new heights.

“So, Lorna,” Grant ‘s pierced her his gaze his cock still drawing’s pleasure from her supple body, “with your grades what is your long-term vision?”

"College.” Lorna managed finally between panting breaths, her body sliding forward over Grant's cock. He felt her inner muscles tighten around his shaft.

Lorna, in her precarious position, could feel beads of perspiration forming at her temples — Grant’s cock would decide her future, and that future hung as precariously as the morning dew upon a spider web.

"And I have entrepreneurial ideas," she said hoping to impress the older man, Lorna swallowed back the nerves, her voice bubbling with a **** enthusiasm to plead her case “I’m passionate about building an inclusive brand online. I've been thinking of starting a beauty influencer journey. Not just reviews, but a platform that also teaches and inspires. And possibly extending into... well, more mature content, Given the right fanbase, of course.”

""So, you see yourself as a trend-setter, carving out your niche in the ever-fluctuating realm of online fame?" he drilled her.

"Yes,” exactly Lorna responded, though a quiver in her voice betrayed her growing anxiety. She felt a little of her confidence leaving as Grant's cock still pressed relentlessly inside her.

"So your big potential is to be another of millions of teenage social media influencers, eventually sliding into a Only Fans page? Grant countered.

Lorna blinked, the shift in tone catching her off guard, she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, her heart pounded. She saw it now. Grant wasn’t just asking about her plans; he was questioning her ambition, her unique potential.

Lorna’s posture collapsed inward. “I thought... I thought it would stand out…”

Grant saw her then, that there were indeed two Lorna's; Lorna-vapid, the eighteen-year-old girl who would do nothing with her opportunities, or Lorna-mother, who would have a life of responsibility, devotion and love for a new potential. One of these Lorna's had a future. The other did not. Grant began to pick up his pace, his face hardening. It was time to breed her.

The realization hit Lorna like cold water. Her face blanched, the stark disapproval in Grant's eyes signalling the **** knell of her supposed ambition. Lorna’s vision for Europe—and perhaps her entire future—was blurring at the edges, threatening to dissolve by revealing her plan to venture down an absurdly well-trod path.

Desperation clawed at her. “But I can do more! I just thought this was what people wanted—.” Lorna's body shuddered with the impact of his pussy pounding thrusts, her voice quivered with growing desperation as she scrambled to backtrack, "I mean, that's really just... just a temporary thing, you know? A stepping stone!" She clasped her hands tightly around his waist, as she pleaded, "what I meant to say is that I'm very serious about my future. I plan to study, to become a doctor or... or a lawyer even...uuugh"

Grant ignored her attempts to placate him, he increased his tempo, pressing harder into her now slick flesh. His free hand reached down to grip and squeeze her left breast. Her cries became more incoherent as she tried to catch her breath.

She could only look up at him now, her eyes pleading for him not to breed her. But Grant had little compunction for ‘Lorna-vapid’, she had made her choices, they had been tested and found wanting, that path, that existence was coming to an end. It was time now to give ‘Lorna-mother’ her due. "Young lady," he said gasping, giving his final judgement to her as his thick shaft fucked her, "it is important to live a life of authenticity, responsibility, not just options that shuffle around when convenient."

"No! please!" But her pleas were to no avail. Grant slammed deep inside her and squeezed her breasts, they could feel it now he was close to ejaculating. Grant could see that ‘Lorna-vapid’ knew she had only a few moments left before a hot deluge of sperm washed her away. She gave one last pleading whimper "Please, don't cum in me!!" and then the haze of need for his seed consumed her and she moaned in orgasmic pleasure as the climax washed over her. She screamed "yes, yes, yes!" as she bucked wildly against him.

A moment later he came hard inside her, and with every pulse of sperm shooting forth from his groin her insides clamped onto his dick. With each pump he withdrew, lurching out of her until only the head remained lodged within her, his bellow of satisfaction filling the room, drowning out her final whimpering cries as she went limp under him, her cunt spasming from the mind-numbing ecstasy.

Grant pulled out, his cock amazingly still spurting, and holding his he painted her outer lips and thighs with his cum. Lorna, at first had a look of dismay, but as Grant's seed preternaturally sped towards her womb her mind filled with an indescribable bliss of total acceptance of this reality. No longer confused by her many conflicting desires, Lorna simply allowed herself to bask in the pure ecstasy of bearing Grant's child.

As the teenager was revelling in her new role, Naomi, having brought herself to climax watching her life-mate breed the young woman approached and gently stroked Lorna's hair.

"Now, my dear let's talk about your mother."