Depths of Depravation (11 page)

‘Calm down,’ he said, reaching between her thighs and scooping up a cocktail of sperm and vaginal milk. Massaging the warm cream into her breasts, her ripe nipples, he laughed. ‘Spunk-glistening tits,’ he quipped.

‘God, you’re vile,’ she hissed, leaving the clearing.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ he called as she dashed across the lawn to the house.

Closing the back door behind her, she clutched her ripped blouse together to conceal her sperm-glistening breasts and crept up the stairs. With her clothes in tatters, her hair dishevelled and sperm coursing down her inner thighs, she daren’t allow Desiree to see her. Slipping into her bedroom, she heard Desiree call out. She changed quickly into her dressing gown.

‘Are you all right?’ the girl asked, knocking on the door.

‘Yes, yes,’ Belinda replied. ‘It’s all right, you can come in.’

‘I’ve managed to get some work done and…’ Her words tailed off and Desiree frowned at her mother. ‘There are leaves and twigs in your hair,’ she said. ‘What on earth have you been doing?’

‘I…I tripped over when I was walking through the woods,’ Belinda lied. ‘I’m OK. Just a little mucky, that’s all.’

‘You look like you’ve been dragged through the bushes backwards.’

‘Yes, I…I think I’ll have a shower.’

When Desiree had left the room and closed the door, Belinda rested on her bed. She had never felt so guilty, so deceitful. This was a nightmare situation, she thought sadly. She’d now committed adultery, betrayed her husband, lied to her daughter…Drifting into an uneasy sleep, she dreamed of Tony’s cock shafting her tight vagina, his sperm decanting from her inflamed sex hole. Spanking, mouth-sperming, vaginal-shafting, clit-licking…She dreamed of beautifully debased sex with her neighbour.

*   *   *

Desiree had showered, dressed and enjoyed her breakfast, and still her mother was sleeping. Deciding not to wake her, she opened the back door and stepped out onto the patio. The sun warmed her and she knew that it was going to be another beautiful day as she wandered across the lawn to the bushes. She was naked beneath her short skirt: naked, hairless and ready to be licked. But there was no sign of Tony. Her arousal rising fast as the cool breeze wafted around the hairless lips of her vulva, she wondered whether they’d meet in their secret place again later in the day.

Wandering into the small clearing, she noticed a pair of black panties lying amongst the decaying leaves. She picked them up and frowned. They weren’t hers, that was for sure. And they weren’t dirty or grubby so they couldn’t have been there for long. Had Tony taken another girl into the bushes? she pondered anxiously. The panties hadn’t been there the day before, she knew that much, so…If Tony was seeing someone else, he’d have taken her into his house rather than the bushes. Sure that they had nothing to do with Tony, she emerged from the bushes and wandered back to the house.

Sitting on a patio chair, Desiree again examined the panties. There was a white stain in the crotch, she noticed. They were as good as new, so they couldn’t have been beneath the bushes for long. Who had taken their panties off and dropped them there, she had no idea, she couldn’t even hazard a guess. Hearing her mother in the bathroom, she recalled her saying that she’d been clearing the leaves from beneath the bushes. But, she wouldn’t have taken her panties off and left them on the ground. Besides, they hadn’t been there the previous afternoon.

‘I overslept,’ her mother said, finally emerging from the house. ‘I’ve had a shower and…What have you got there?’

‘Panties,’ Desiree replied, holding the garment up. ‘I found them beneath the bushes at the end of the garden.’

‘Beneath the bushes?’ Belinda echoed, forcing a laugh. ‘What were your panties doing beneath…’

‘They’re not mine, Mum. They weren’t there yesterday, so where have they come from?’

‘I…I really don’t know. Anyway, I wouldn’t worry about it. Have you had breakfast?’

‘I’m not worried about it. But I am intrigued.’

‘Desiree, they’ve probably been there for ages. I might have unearthed them when I was raking up the leaves.’

‘No, no. They’re as good as new. After all that rain we had the other week, they’d be grubby and…’

‘Perhaps the wind whipped them off someone’s washing line?’

‘They weren’t there yesterday, and we’ve had no wind.’

‘While you play at being Sherlock Holmes, I’m going to have some breakfast.’

‘I’m going to take another look around the bushes.’

*   *   *

Belinda watched Desiree heading across the lawn, then stepped into the kitchen and filled the kettle. A fatal mistake, she mused, wondering whether there were any other signs of recent sex beneath the bushes. This was Tony’s fault, she decided. Playing dangerous games, spanking and screwing in the bushes knowing that Desiree had been in the house…There was too much at stake to take silly risks, she thought, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

‘A button,’ Desiree said, walking into the kitchen. ‘A button attached to a piece of white material.’

‘That’s from my blouse,’ Belinda said. ‘I caught it on a branch when I was clearing the leaves. But I don’t lay claim to the panties,’ she added with a giggle. ‘Would you like some coffee?’

‘No, thanks,’ Desire murmured pensively. ‘I’m determined to get to the bottom of this.’

‘The bottom of what?’

‘The panties, Mum. They weren’t there yesterday.’

‘Hang on a minute,’ Belinda said, coming up with an idea. ‘I got pretty hot yesterday and I went upstairs and changed my panties. Meaning to drop the old ones into the linen basket, I stuffed them into my pocket. They must have fallen out when I was clearing the leaves.’

‘But, they weren’t there later. After you’d cleared the leaves, I mean.’

‘I was doing all sorts in the garden yesterday. They must have fallen out at some stage.’

‘Oh, right. So, mystery solved.’

‘Indeed it is. What are your plans for today?’

‘I haven’t got any plans.’ Desiree sighed. ‘I might just potter about in the garden. Oh, there’s Tony,’ she trilled, gazing through the kitchen window. ‘Perhaps I’ll help him in his garden.’

Before Belinda could say anything, Desiree had bounded across the lawn and was leaning on the fence chatting to Tony. Trying to remain calm, Belinda took her coffee out onto the patio and sat down. She listened to their conversation: Desiree’s offer to help Tony in the garden, his eagerness to have her come round and get started. Tony was trying to rile Belinda, she was sure, as he winked at her and then rather loudly said how nice Desiree looked in her short skirt.

‘Desiree, hadn’t you better change if you’re going to do some gardening?’ Belinda called.

‘It’s only planning, really,’ Desiree replied. ‘I’ll not be doing any work, yet.’

‘How are you this morning?’ Tony asked Belinda.

‘Fine, thank you.’

‘I’ll go and put my shorts on and we’ll get started,’ he said, smiling at Desiree. ‘I won’t be long.’

‘Desiree,’ Belinda said, beckoning her daughter as Tony disappeared into his house. ‘Desiree, I really don’t think it a good idea to wear such a short skirt.’

‘Why not?’ the girl asked, joining her mother on the patio. ‘It’s hot today, Mum. I don’t want to wear jeans.’

‘I know, but…it’s hardly the way to dress when you’re helping Tony in the garden.’

‘I haven’t got anything else, apart from jeans. Besides, you’re wearing a short skirt.’

‘Yes, but I’m not helping Tony. If you bend over or…he’ll see your panties, Desiree.’

‘No, he won’t. Don’t fuss so much, Mum.’

‘I’m not fussing. Would you like to borrow one of my summer dresses?’

‘No, the skirt is fine. I won’t be bending over, will I? All we’re doing is planning the garden.’

‘All right.’ Belinda sighed, realising that she couldn’t win. ‘Oh, there’s the phone.’

‘I’ll get it,’ Desiree said and bounded into the house.

Hearing her daughter talking to one of the girls from college, Belinda wandered across the lawn to the fence and gazed at Tony’s garden. She was sure that he had no interest in gardening. This was just a ploy to get Desiree to spend some time with him, and to annoy Belinda in the process. As he emerged from his house wearing his shorts, he donned a huge grin. He knew that the situation was getting to Belinda as he approached her. But she was determined to remain calm.

‘Where’s Desiree gone?’ he asked.

‘She’s on the phone,’ Belinda replied, trying not to gaze at the bulge in his shorts. ‘Tony, I don’t want Desiree spending all her time in your garden. We have our own garden to do, and she has her studies to get on with.’

‘She’s only going to give me some advice,’ he said, eyeing her cleavage revealed by her partially open blouse. ‘Did you enjoy it last night? Did you enjoy a good, hard fucking?’

‘No, I didn’t.’

‘Why don’t you reach over the fence and give me a quick wank?’ he whispered, lowering the front of his shorts and exposing his flaccid penis.

‘For God’s sake…If you’re going to keep on like this, then I’ll take Desiree out somewhere and you’ll see neither of us all day.’

‘Feel it,’ he said, running his hand up and down his stiffening shaft. ‘Feel the hardness, Belinda.’

‘No, I won’t.’

‘Imagine it gliding in and out of your wet pussy. You are wet, aren’t you?’

‘Tony, we have a deal. A deal that I don’t want, but it’s a deal. However, I’m not doing anything with you while Desiree is around. When she’s at college or out somewhere, then I’ll see you. It’s too risky when she’s around. I have a lot to lose, surely you understand that?’

‘Yes, you do have a lot to lose. But you also have a lot to give.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘You’re beautiful, Belinda. You’re attractive, you have a perfect body…’

‘Don’t try to flatter me.’

‘I’m being honest. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.’

‘Yes, well…I have things to do.’

‘I’ll see you later,’ he called as she walked back to the house. ‘We’ll meet later.’

Filling the kettle again, Belinda felt her stomach somersault as she recalled Tony’s words.
You’re attractive, you have a perfect body
…He was only flattering her, she knew. But it made her feel good, all the same. His dirty talk had also made her feel good, she reflected. Her husband rarely complimented her these days, and he’d never spoken during love-making. The way Tony talked about her body, her pussy and breasts, the crude words he used…Her womb contracting, she poured another cup of coffee and tried not to think about sex with Tony.

‘That was Jenny on the phone,’ Desiree said, wandering into the kitchen. ‘Right, I’m going next door.’

‘Don’t be too long,’ Belinda said.

‘Why, have you got something planned?’

‘No, no. It’s just that I’d like to spend some time with you.’

‘OK, I’ll see you later.’

*   *   *

Dashing across the lawn and slipping through the bushes, Desiree felt a wave of excitement roll through her young body as she imagined Tony licking her pussy crack and sucking her clitoris to orgasm. Her arousal riding high as she made her way across the lawn to his open back door, she felt her juices of desire seeping between the firm lips of her pussy. Stepping into the kitchen, she was about to call out when Tony emerged from the dining room clutching a pair of handcuffs.

‘Oh, hi,’ he said. ‘Er…I was just sorting out some bits and pieces.’

‘What are they for?’ Desiree asked, frowning as she stared at the handcuffs.

‘They were given to me years ago by a mate of mine. They were a joke birthday present. You look lovely, as always.’

‘Thanks. Shall we go out into the garden?’

‘In a minute. Desiree, I need to talk to you.’

‘Oh?’

‘I want you to tell your mum that I have a girlfriend.’

‘Tell her about us?’

‘No, no. You see, she worries about you. If she hears from you that I have a girlfriend, that’ll put her mind at rest.’

‘Oh, right.’

‘To make it sound convincing, say that I told you all about her. Say that she’s in her early thirties with long black hair.’

‘That’s a good idea,’ Desiree said. ‘You’re right, she does worry about me.’

‘If you tell her that all the time I’m seeing this woman I won’t be interested in you, she’ll be happy. Go home now and tell her.’

‘Now?’

‘I don’t want her to worry, Desiree. She’s a lovely lady, and I don’t want her worrying about you. Besides, if she believes that I have another woman, she’ll not mind you coming round here.’

‘That’s true.’

‘Don’t say that you’ve met this woman because she might start asking questions that you can’t answer.’

‘No, no, I won’t.’

‘I’ll meet you in the garden in a while.’

‘OK, I’ll be back soon.’

Returning to her house, Desiree thought it nice that Tony was concerned about her mother. His idea was good, she mused. Her mother worried far too much and, hopefully, this would put her mind at rest once and for all. Finding her in the kitchen, she explained that Tony was about to have a shower as he was seeing his girlfriend later.

‘His girlfriend?’ Belinda echoed.

‘Yes, he’s seeing her later today. We’re going to plan the garden once he’s out of the shower.’

‘Oh, I see,’ Belinda said. ‘Has he just met her or…’

‘I suppose he must have done. He seems to like her very much. Apparently, she’s in her thirties with long black hair. There’s no way he’ll be interested in me now that he has someone else.’

‘No, no, he won’t. So, how did the subject come up? I mean, why mention this woman to you?’

‘I went round to help with the garden but he was about to have a shower. He told me that he wanted to be ready to meet his girlfriend later.’

‘And, you’re not unhappy about it?’

‘Well, I suppose I was sort of hoping that one day we might…Anyway, all the time he has someone else, I might as well forget about it.’

‘Right, well…That’s that, then.’

‘Yes, it is. I’ll go and wait for him in his garden. I’ll start planning.’

‘OK, see you later.’

*   *   *

Belinda was pleased to think that Tony had kept to his side of the bargain and put Desiree off by mentioning a girlfriend. But there was a major problem: Belinda was the girlfriend. And she was going to have to keep Tony happy for quite some time. She knew only too well that if she stopped seeing Tony, he’d home in on Desiree and…The consequences didn’t bear thinking about.