"Dear God, if only it was like that for me!"
Lorna lay back on the divan, her fingers in her vagina, desperately trying to give her self relief. She had been reading a story on an erotic web site and had masturbated three times already, and still she was in a sexual frenzy.
The computer still glowered malevolently in the corner of the room as if it knew the emotional storm it created in her - a storm that no amount of masturbation seemed to relieve.
Lorna gave a howl of anguish as yet another orgasm shook her and passing over its peak she began to calm a little. She was crying and the cause of her weeping was the absence of the one thing she wanted so dearly; a man.
This might seem strange since she had a husband. It may sound even stranger when I tell you that the husband, Clifford, copulated three times a week with Lorna. In most long established marriages, and Lorna's and Clifford's was now in its twentieth year, three times a week might be deemed sufficient. In Lorna's case, however, it was not the number of times but the manner in which the union was engaged in.
Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday were the established nights for copulating. Week after week, year after year, the routine was the same. Then again, it was not only the sheer boredom of the regularity, but the way in which it was done.
Lorna had married Clifford when she was nineteen. Clifford was twenty two and the darling of the local chapel. Her parents perceived him to be a moral, upright boy and as a young accountant, a secure catch for their daughter. "Who knows," they said, "one day he might be an elder of the chapel and perhaps even a lay preacher."
Being made so much of by the chapel members Lorna had been flattered when Clifford cast his eyes upon her.
She had been a chapel girl from birth and under the persuasion of its hell fire and damnation preaching, had, unlike many of her contemporaries, retained her virginity in tact. Not that she realised she was "intact" since, having been carefully sheltered from what were referred to as "The sins of the flesh," she had no idea how babies were born. Perhaps that is hardly fair because she did have a suspicion it had something to do with kissing a man.
Thus, when she got married, and Clifford started to "muck around" with her, she was horrified.
Clifford had the advantage of some knowledge because the minister had given him a booklet entitled, "The First Night." It was full of a great deal of misinformation about human sexuality and where it did get down to the nub of the matter it resorted to obscure words. Clifford, however, was not to be beaten, and by dint of much dictionary searching, finally got the general idea. The problem was he did not share his hard won insights with Lorna – at least, not on the first night.
Thus the first night became a nightmare for both of them. Lorna ended up torn and bleeding, and Clifford kneeling beside the bed praying for further enlightenment.
After this distressing and painful night Lorna, no fool for all her innocence, sought advice, but not from her parents or the minister. She worked in an office, and it was to the office manager, a likeable and worldly wise lady that Lorna took her problem.
Half an hour with this lady and Lorna had more knowledge about male-female relations than she had gained in all her other nineteen years.
Knowledge is all very well, but it serves little purpose if it is not put into practice. Lorna, being a generous girl, shared her new insights with Clifford. It was his turn to be horrified.
"We shall do no such things," he said haughtily. Of course, his little book had not mentioned these aspects of, as he thought of it, "intimate relations," and if it wasn't in the book then it must be sinful, after all, wasn't it published by their own religious denomination?
To cut to the heart of the matter, a sexual regime was established, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. It amounted to Lorna parting her legs three times a week and Clifford ejaculating into her. Lorna's preparedness for Clifford's penetration was apparently of no consequence since her soft lips were not kissed, her delectable breasts were not fondled and her neat pink nipples remained unsuckled. Above all, no finger or tongue was ever inserted into her vagina and her clitoris remained unexplored.
To put the matter crudely, Lorna might just as well have been a hole in a beetroot.
The union, no doubt with a great deal of difficulty, did produce one child, a boy. It came as no surprise to Lorna in the sense that by the time she was announced to be pregnant she had advanced beyond the point of thinking that babies came by kissing. Clifford was also not surprised because his little book had implied that a woman was made pregnant through carnal contact.
Years plodded by and Lorna accepted that what she and Clifford did in bed was all there was to it. Then came that great curse and blessing to humanity, the computer.
Clifford had purchased one in order to enhance his accountancy work and in due course was ill-advised enough to go on to the net. Lorna was not supposed to touch this devilish machine, but since Clifford had forbidden her to continue working not long after they got married, Lorna had the place to herself during the day.
Now this crafty woman began to teach herself to use the machine and finally penetrated the mysteries of the Net. Searching around one day she chanced upon an erotic site. Reading the material she was at first horrified, then fascinated and finally captivated.
"Do people really do those things," she asked herself. She searched out more serious sites and discovered that indeed they did do such things. Finally the computer had Lorna in its power. Following its dictates she began to explore herself and almost for the first time experienced powerful sexual arousal. This gave her a problem and one that loomed ever larger; what was she to do with all this sexual energy that was overtaking her?
She tried tentatively to suggest a few things to Clifford, but he recoiled with horror; "A lay preacher could and never would do such things, they are of the Devil and I don't know where you got such ideas from, but I shall pray for you."
In her new found knowledge of sexual relationships Lorna had grown a trifle bolder and more independent. She knew that what she needed was not prayer but, if once more I may put it crudely, "A damned good fucking with lots of trimmings."
Clifford had always insisted on Lorna dressing with extreme modesty. Nothing above mid-calf was ever seen; her dress necklines were what they were said to be, "Neckline." Even bare arms were out of the question, for after all, "What would they think at the chapel?"
Lorna, however, partially exercising her newly acquired feeling of independence, and unbeknown to Clifford, began to purchase sexy and revealing clothing. This was well hidden away from Cliffordian eyes, to be worn during the day and in his absence.
Now what Lorna's modest clothing had hidden was a figure of considerable allure. In addition her very pretty face was denied its full splendour by a very severe hair style and the absence of all makeup.
Perhaps Clifford had been unknowingly wise in respect to her remaining well concealed. Had the full effulgence of her beauty been made manifest in the chapel, then hell fire or not, male erections there would have been aplenty.
With her day time garb Lorna now flittered round the house. One thing leading to another and with the urging of the Devil's Machine, the computer, Lorna came to understand that she might have something going for her. The trouble was what to do with it? It seemed a pity to her that it should always be hidden away in the confines of the house and hastily hidden prior to Clifford's arrival home.
The turning point came when Lorna got her first appreciative viewer. Her son Joshua chanced to arrive home unexpectedly early one day. Lorna was still in her sexy attire.
Joshua, aged nineteen, still attended chapel, but only for the sake of keeping the peace in the household. Outside chapel and household he joined his fellow students in much sexual congress; an activity the knowledge of which he withheld from his parents.
On sighting his mother in her flimsy apparel he momentarily stood astounded. Lorna was equally astounded, or should I say shocked. She awaited some rebuke from Joshua along the lines, "To think that a mother of mine..." etc.
Having recovered slightly from the sexy vision before him Joshua gasped, "My God, mother, you look se...fantastic, you'd better not let dad see you like that, he'll have a fit."
