Depths of Depravation (22 page)

His knob glided along her tight rectal sheath, his shaft stretching her open to capacity. He managed to impale her fully on his rock-hard penis. Desiree gasped, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the arms of the chair. Feeling as though her pelvic cavity was about to explode, she couldn’t believe that he’d managed to sink his huge penis deep into her tight bottom hole. His fingers reached beneath his heavy balls, delving into the wet depths of her vagina, and he massaged his cock through the thin membrane dividing her sex ducts.

‘Like it?’ he asked shakily.

‘No, no, I…’

‘Tighten your muscles and squeeze my cock,’ he instructed. ‘Squeeze the spunk out of my knob.’

‘Tony, I…’

‘Yes, that’s it. God, you’re so tight and hot.’

Doing her best to comply with his crude request, Desiree knew that the debased act was far removed from the loving relationship she’d dreamed of having with Tony. Was her mother right? she again wondered. Had Tony been with lots of women? Was he capable of loving? Slipping his pussy-slimed fingers out of her vagina, he gripped her hips and withdrew his solid cock until the sensitive brown tissue of her anal opening hugged the rim of his helmet. With a crude vengeance, he rammed his knob deep into the meat of her bowels. Again and again, he propelled his swollen knob into the very core of her young body. Gasping with every thrust of his hard shaft, he muttered his words of crude sex.
Tight-arsed schoolgirl, horny little bitch
…

The pain fading, her pleasure heightening, Desiree was beginning to enjoy the experience. She still wondered about love, holding and kissing. But the feel of Tony’s cock sliding in and out of her tightening rectum was sending her arousal sky-high. Her clitoris now solid, yearning for attention, she recalled Tony’s words:
We’re learning together, remember? Two virgins discovering sex together. The closest, most intimate loving two people can share
.

As his sperm jetted from his throbbing knob, lubricating her anal cylinder and flooding her bowels, Desiree did feel close to him. No two people could have had a closer physical relationship, she mused dreamily. Her anal tissue dragging back and forth along his veined shaft, the squelching of his sperm resounding around the room, she knew that she’d found love. This was Tony’s way of proving his great love for her, she was sure as his swinging balls battered the hairless flesh of her swollen pussy lips.

Repeatedly ramming his orgasming glans deep into the fiery heat of her bowels, his lower belly slapping her naked buttocks as he filled her with his seed, he reached between her thighs and massaged the solid nub of her sensitive clitoris. Desiree gasped, her breathing deep then shallow as she neared her climax. Tony was good, she mused in her sexual delirium. He knew exactly how to please a girl. Was this from experience? Or was he learning? They were learning together, weren’t they?

‘Coming,’ she said, her young body trembling. ‘Don’t stop. I’m…I’m coming.’

‘God, you’ve got a tight arsehole,’ he said, swinging his hips as he massaged the solid bulb of her ripening clitoris.

‘Please…Don’t stop. I’m…I’m coming.’

Her orgasm erupted within the solid nub of her pulsating clitoris and she cried out in the grip of her climactic pleasure. Again and again, shockwaves of pure sexual bliss rolled throughout her body as her lover shafted her rectal duct and deluged her bowels with his creamy sperm. His vibrating fingertips working on her swollen clitoris, sustaining her multiple orgasm, he continued to shaft her anal canal until his swinging balls had drained and Desiree begged him to stop.

‘No more,’ she said, her young body shaking fiercely. ‘God, I can’t take any more.’

‘You’re amazing,’ he said, slowing his clitoral massaging rhythm as her orgasm receded. ‘We’re perfect together.’

‘Yes, yes we are,’ she whimpered, her eyes rolling in the aftermath of her forbidden pleasure.

‘I’d like to spank you now,’ he said, bringing her back to reality. ‘I want to spank your bare bottom.’

‘No, I don’t want that,’ she said shakily as his knob slipped out of her anus with a loud sucking sound.

‘Why not?’

‘Because…because I’d better get home. I need to rest, Tony. That was absolutely incredible.’

‘We’ll do it again,’ he said, slapping her naked buttock. ‘We’ll do it every day.’

‘Yes, we will,’ she agreed readily, hauling her trembling body upright. ‘I have some college work to do. I’ll come back later.’

‘I’ve got someone coming round this evening,’ he said, pushing the armchair back into place. ‘And I’ve got to unpack my things.’

‘Who’s coming to see you this evening?’

‘A work colleague. A young lady by the name of Sarah. She’s going to tell me where the company are sending me off to next.’

‘Abroad, you mean?’ she asked him, adjusting her clothing.

‘More than likely.’

‘Oh, right. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘I enjoyed our time together,’ he said, kissing her cheek. ‘We’ll do it again tomorrow, OK?’

‘Yes, er…OK.’

Leaving the house with sperm oozing from her abused bottom hole, Desiree wondered why he’d not kissed her passionately. He just wasn’t that sort of person, she concluded, heading across the lawn to the bushes. He’d forced his cock into her bum and spermed her bowels and…And that was it. That was his way of showing his love for her. Wondering where he’d be working next, she recalled his words about Spain. Nightclubs, booze, half-naked girls…
A young lady by the name of Sarah
. She
was
a work colleague, wasn’t she? Tony wouldn’t lie to her, would he?

Pulling the quilt over her head as her mother drew the curtains back, Desiree didn’t want to go to college. After a sleepless night worrying about Tony and pondering on the illicit sex act she’d allowed him to commit, she couldn’t face anything or anyone, let alone college lectures. Her bottom hole was sore, dried sperm glued her buttocks together: a stark reminder of the crude act. A loving act? Or loveless?

‘You’ll be late,’ Belinda said.

‘I’m working at home today,’ Desiree murmured.

‘Not another day off, surely?’

‘I’m working at home,’ the girl repeated agitatedly. ‘I’m not taking a day off.’

‘Why did you keep looking out of the lounge window last night? You seemed moody, so I didn’t like to ask.’

‘Tony had someone from work calling on him. I thought I’d see what she looked like.’

‘Did you see her?’

‘No, I must have missed her.’

‘That explains it,’ Belinda said mysteriously, coming up with an idea.

‘Explains what?’

‘The girl I saw leaving his place early this morning. Would you like some tea or coffee?’

‘How old was she?’

‘I didn’t really take much notice,’ Belinda replied nonchalantly as she left the room. ‘I’ll make some tea.’

As her mother went downstairs, Desiree sat upright and checked the time. Eight o’clock. Whoever it was had obviously stayed overnight with Tony, she mused angrily. So, he
had
lied to her. Deciding to have it out with him, she leaped out of bed and went into the bathroom. The time had come to sort this out, she thought, as she turned the shower on. The time had come to find out exactly what Tony was up to.

Massaging soap into the sperm-sticky valley between her firm buttocks, Desiree felt that the worst thing was how stupid and naive she’d been. To have shaved her pubic hair off was bad enough, but to have allowed Tony to have anal sex with her? Her mother had tried to tell her about Tony, what sort of man he was, but she’d not listened to her. Imagining Tony sinking his solid penis into another girl’s rectal canal, pumping his sperm deep into her bowels, she finally stepped out of the shower and dried her curvaceous young body.

She’d been used and abused, she reflected angrily as she went back to her bedroom and dressed in a miniskirt and T-shirt. She’d fallen for his charm, believed his lies – and given her naked body to him in the name of love. Drying and brushing her long black hair, she finally went downstairs and informed her mother that she was going to see Tony.

‘I’ve made you a cup of tea,’ Belinda said.

‘I won’t be very long,’ she murmured, leaving by the back door. ‘I have to discuss a serious matter with Tony.’

‘Is everything all right?’ Belinda asked, following the girl out onto the patio.

‘I don’t know, yet. I’ll be back in a while.’

Concealing a grin as Desiree headed for the bushes, Belinda was pleased with her plan. But, she also felt guilty. She didn’t like lying to her daughter in order to ruin her relationship with Tony. But she was doing this for the girl’s own good, she tried to convince herself. Or, was it that she wanted Tony for herself? Her guilt mingling with confusion, she hoped that she was winning the battle with her daughter as she went back into the kitchen.

*   *   *

‘Your mother’s lying again,’ Tony said as Desiree confronted him in the lounge. ‘I told you that Sarah was coming round last night. But she didn’t stay more than an hour or so. And she certainly didn’t stay all night.’

‘My mother wouldn’t lie to me,’ Desiree said dolefully. ‘She saw someone leaving your house early this morning.’

‘Perhaps someone called and I didn’t hear the bell. It could have been anyone walking down my path.’

‘You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?’ Desiree asked, hanging her head.

‘Why would I lie to you? Had I wanted Sarah to stay overnight, I’d not have told you that she was coming round.’

‘You might have told me in case I saw her arrive.’

‘I see your point, but how far do you want to take this?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I could have said that she came back this morning to drop off some papers or something. One lie to cover another, and then more lies…’

‘I’m sorry, Tony.’

‘You don’t have to be sorry. But I do think it’s a shame that you don’t trust me. You seem to believe that I’m cheating on you, lying to you…If you’re going to become paranoid every time someone from work calls to see me –’

‘I’m not paranoid,’ she cut in. ‘Surely, you can understand my concern? You said that a girl was coming round last night, and my mother said that she saw a girl leaving your house early this morning. I put two and two together, that’s all.’

‘And came up with five. If there’s no trust, then I don’t see how we can carry on. Relationships are built on trust and loyalty, as well as love.’

‘Yes, I know. I’m sorry.’

‘Are you going to college today?’

‘No, I don’t feel like…’

‘I think you should, Desiree. Come round this afternoon, when you get home.’

‘Yes, you’re right. I’ll go to college and…and I’ll see you later.’

‘OK, and don’t go getting any silly ideas.’

‘No, I won’t.’

*   *   *

Pleased to see Desiree going off to college, Belinda wondered what Tony had said to her. She seemed a lot happier, which Belinda found disappointing. But things were going according to plan, she concluded. Desiree was obviously concerned about Tony, his intentions, which could only serve to weaken their relationship. Once lies reared their ugly head and trust began to fade, then the end of the relationship was in sight.

Was her relationship with her husband coming to an end? Belinda pondered. Was her marriage coming to an end? Things could certainly never be the same again. Every time Brian snuggled up behind her in bed and sank his penis into her vagina, she’d think about Tony. Would Brian notice the change in her? she mused. He’d certainly notice her weal-lined buttocks and her shaved vulva. But she’d come up with some excuse or other, some lie or other. She fell over in the bushes and landed on her bum. She’d trimmed her pubes and had gone too far. Lies and deceit. Betrayal.

‘I want to talk to you,’ Tony called, leaning on the fence as Belinda went out into the garden.

‘Oh?’ Belinda said, eyeing the envelope he was clutching.

‘What’s all this about a girl leaving my house this morning? You’ve been trying to cause trouble again, haven’t you?’

‘I really have no idea what you’re talking about,’ she returned.

‘I just happened to mention to Desiree that I saw a girl leaving your house.’

‘But, it’s not true.’

‘Tony, I saw a girl walking down your path early this morning. When I mentioned it to Desiree, I wasn’t suggesting anything. I wasn’t trying to imply anything. It was merely a passing comment.’

‘Why you deliberately try to upset your daughter, I can’t think. You’d better get yourself up to my sex den.’

‘I’m busy this morning,’ she returned.

‘You’d better take a look at these,’ he said, pulling several photographs out of the envelope.

Belinda gazed at a shot of Tony’s cock embedded deep within her bottom hole and grimaced. ‘I don’t want to see your porn pics,’ she snapped angrily.

‘Perhaps Desiree would like to see them?’ he said.

‘There’s no saying that it’s me in the pictures, so don’t start –’

‘What about this one of you over the frame?’ he cut in. ‘There’s a mole on your hip, you can see your long black hair trailing over the floor, and there’s a small scar on your leg…’

‘What the hell…’ she said shakily, snatching the photograph. Gazing at an unknown man shafting her bottom hole, she leaned on the fence to steady herself on her sagging legs. ‘Who, who…’ she stammered.

‘That’s Ian, a mate of mine,’ he enlightened her.

‘You bastard,’ she said, gazing at the young man. ‘You fucking bastard.’

‘That’s what the blindfold was for.’ He sniggered.

‘You fucking…’

‘Bastard?’

‘I knew that you were a vile little man,’ she hissed, ripping the photograph up. ‘But to sink this low…’

‘Come on, Belinda. You loved every minute of it. I fucked and spunked your arse, and then Ian had a go. And you loved it.’

Belinda staggered across the lawn to the patio, sat down and held her hand to her head. Stunned, she couldn’t believe what Tony had done. He was despicable, she reflected angrily. To blindfold her and sneak another man into the room…To invite another man to shaft her rectum, and then take photographs of the vulgar act…Recalling the mole, the small scar, she knew that Desiree would recognise her instantly. And her husband, she thought fearfully. If he saw the incriminating photographs…

‘Are you all right?’ Tony called.

‘No, I’m bloody not all right,’ she retorted. ‘How dare you…’

‘A cock is a cock, Belinda. What does it matter who it belongs to?’

‘What does it matter? For Christ’s sake, Tony. What the hell do you think I am?’

‘I didn’t charge him for the pleasure of your tight arse.’ He chuckled.

‘You didn’t charge him? My God, you’re a vile man.’

‘I do believe you’re right.’

‘I never want to see you again, do you understand?’

‘You’ll be seeing a lot more of me. And a hell of a lot more of my cock.’

‘No, Tony. This has gone too far. I agreed to have sex with you on the understanding that you’d keep away from my daughter.’

‘Which I’ve done. Well, almost.’

‘I did
not
agree to have strangers fuck my…my bum.’

‘Ian’s not a stranger. He’s a very good mate of mine.’

‘You know what I mean. How dare you…’

‘Calm down, for God’s sake. You’ve had a couple of cocks spunk your arse. What of it?’

‘What of it?’

‘You must have had dozens of cocks, Belinda. Don’t go all moralistic on me. You’re a slut, and always have been.’

He was right, Belinda knew, as she twisted her hair nervously around her fingers. But to have one man after another sink his penis into her bottom hole and…Recalling her teenage years, the two boys she’d taken to the woods, she remembered sucking on their purple knobs simultaneously. They’d come together, pumping their fresh spunk over her tongue as she’d gobbled on their orgasming plums and swallowed their teenage cream. But she’d been young and stupid, she reflected. Now, she was a married woman with a teenage daughter and a lovely home and…

‘You’d better get yourself up to my sex den,’ Tony said, breaking her reverie.

‘No,’ she spat. ‘If you think –’

‘In that case, I’ll invite Desiree up to my sex den,’ he cut in. ‘She’s coming round after college. I wonder whether she’d like to see the photographs of her mother getting her arse fucked by two men?’

‘You’re a bastard.’

‘So you keep saying.’

‘I don’t want anything more to do with you, Tony. Blackmail me, do what you like, but –’

‘I’ll do exactly what I like. And the first thing will be to initiate Desiree into the crude art of anal sex. The choice, as always, is yours. It’s either you, or your daughter. I’ll be waiting upstairs for you.’

As he went into his house, Belinda recalled Tony driving his cock deep into her bottom hole. He didn’t have staying power after all, she mused, recalling the second man’s solid penis gliding into her sperm-bubbling anal sheath. Although she tried to deny that the notion of two men taking turns to shaft her bum was sending her arousal rocketing, she felt her stomach somersault, her clitoris swell. Once a slut, always a slut.

Tony had no morals whatsoever, she thought. He was an unscrupulous bastard, a cheating, lying…The man was a sex-crazed pervert, she concluded. And she was nothing more than a lump of female meat to be used and abused, she decided, as her clitoris called for her intimate attention. Tony was a first-rate bastard. But there was something about him, something irresistible. His cock, she thought, imagining his purple knob bathing her tongue with spunk.

Leaving her chair and heading across the lawn to the bushes, she knew that she had no power to fight her inner desires. She also knew that, at any cost, she had to keep Desiree away from Tony. He’d have no qualms about blindfolding the girl and inviting his friend to shaft her teenage pussy. Or, worse still, her bottom. Emerging from the bushes and walking towards Tony’s back door, she felt confused and numb. Tony was going to punish her, she knew, as she stepped into his kitchen. Like a lamb to the slaughter.

Climbing the stairs to the sex den, she wondered whether Tony’s friend was lurking, hiding somewhere, waiting for the opportunity to ram his cock deep into her rectum. She could hear Tony moving about in his den of iniquity, no doubt preparing the wooden frame, the handcuffs and the bamboo cane. Pushing the door open, she was thankful that he was alone. Although the notion of another man shafting her bum had sent her arousal sky-high, she wasn’t prepared to share her body with two males.

‘Welcome to my sex den.’ Tony chuckled. ‘I’d like you to strip naked.’

‘What are you going to do?’ she asked stupidly.

‘You’ve been a naughty little girl, Belinda. You’ve tried to cause trouble with Desiree, and I don’t like that.’

‘I haven’t tried to cause trouble.’

‘Telling her that a girl stayed here. You lied to her, Belinda.’

‘No, I…’

‘And now you’re lying to me. I hope you’ve shaved for me? I did order you to shave off your stubble. I hope you haven’t disobeyed me?’

‘No, I…I haven’t shaved,’ she confessed. ‘My husband will be home…’

‘Oh dear.’ He sighed.

‘No, you don’t understand. My husband…’

‘I understand only too well.’

Belinda knew what Tony expected as he grabbed the handcuffs and leather riding crop. Turning her gaze to the thin bamboo cane lying on the table, she tensed her buttocks. She’d been a naughty girl: she’d defied him, lied to him…and had to be punished most severely. She slipped out of her T-shirt and short skirt, removed her bra and panties and stood naked before her master. He ordered her to stand against the wooden frame with her feet wide apart and cuffed her ankles to the posts. Holding her hands up above her head and cuffing her wrists to the top sections of the X-shaped frame, he let out a wicked chuckle.