Depths of Depravation (8 page)

‘I’ll suck out your sex-milk, Belinda. I’ll drink your hot sex-milk from your beautiful cunt.’

His crude words driving her wild, she listened to his slurping, his sucking and swallowing as he drank from the inflamed sheath of her vagina. He was incredible, she mused, as he cleansed her pussy crack, drained her vaginal duct. He knew exactly what to do. But, although incredibly aroused, guilt began to swamp her again. Finally pushing him away, she knew that she had to stop him. If he carried on, she’d be begging him for another orgasm. Thoughts of Desiree flooded her mind and she realised that things were going too far as Tony unzipped his trousers and pressed the purple globe of his solid cock against the pink flesh surrounding her vaginal entrance.

‘No,’ she said, moving back on the sofa.

‘Come on, Belinda,’ he said, grinning at her. ‘You know how much you want my cock.’

‘No, I can’t. Please, I have to go now.’

‘Not until you’ve pleased me,’ he said, standing before her. ‘Suck it, Belinda. You know you can’t resist sucking out my spunk.’

Grabbing his solid shaft and wanking him, she knew that she had to restrain herself. To suck his knob and taste his salt, to bring out his spunk and swallow the product of his orgasm would be heavenly. But the illicit act would be too close to full-blown adultery. To take his cock into her mouth would be as adulterous as allowing him to penetrate her vagina. So far, she’d only enjoyed mutual masturbation. That wasn’t adultery, she decided. Mutual masturbation was forgivable. She eased his heavy balls out of his trousers and continued to run her hand up and down his solid shaft as he gasped and swayed on his sagging legs. He was close to his orgasm, she knew, as she quickened her masturbation motion. He was about to pump out his fresh sperm and…

‘Suck it,’ he said, clutching her head. ‘I’m coming…Please, suck it.’

As his creamy sperm jetted from his knob-slit and splattered her face, she pulled his foreskin right back and sucked his throbbing knob into her sperm-thirsty mouth. Rolling her tongue over the silky-smooth surface of his glans, she swallowed hard as her cheeks filled with his lubricious cream. She’d not wanted this, she reflected, slurping and suckling on his swollen plum like a babe at the breast. This was wrong, so beautifully wrong.

Kneading his heavy balls, she wanked his solid shaft and slurped on his orgasming knob as he gasped and swayed in the grip of his coming. Her tormented mind was battered with a thousand thoughts, as she repeatedly swallowed her neighbour’s spunk, revelling in the adulterous act as she drank from his fountainhead. Her husband was working hard, Desiree was probably at home wondering where her mother was…Guilt gripped her again.

She slipped his spent cock out of her spermed mouth. ‘I have to go now,’ she finally said.

‘God, you’re amazing,’ he said, managing to pull his zip up. ‘You really know how to suck cock.’

‘Tony, I…’ She grabbed her panties from the floor, stood up and moved to the door. ‘I won’t be back,’ she stated firmly, clutching her panties.

‘Whatever you say.’ He chortled. ‘Just call round when your tight little cunt needs spunking.’

‘No, I won’t. I’ve made a fatal mistake and I…’

‘That’s the second fatal mistake you’ve made. That’s the second time you’ve brought out my spunk.’

‘And the last.’

‘I wonder whether Desiree would enjoy a mouth-fucking?’

‘Stop it, Tony. Please, don’t even think things like that about my daughter.’

Belinda left the house, made her way home and closed the front door behind her. Home, the marital home. Her panties in her hand, she climbed the stairs to Desiree’s room to find the girl sleeping in her bed. Not realising how fast the time had flown, she wished that she’d not stayed at Tony’s for so long. Had Desiree known where she was? she wondered. Thanking God that the girl didn’t know what she’d been up to, she went into her own bedroom and closed the door. The day had been a nightmare, she mused dolefully. Never again, she thought. Never again.

‘You stayed at Tony’s for a long time last night,’ Desiree said accusingly as she wandered into the kitchen.

‘Yes, I…We got talking about curtains and furniture. Would you like some breakfast?’

‘No, thanks. Did you get talking about me?’

‘No, we didn’t. How did you know that I was there?’

‘I saw you go in as I got back. Dad rang when you were out.’

‘Oh, er…How is he?’

‘He’s fine.’

‘Did you tell him where I was?’

‘Yes, I did.’

‘What did he say?’

‘He’s going to ring you this morning.’

‘So, what are you doing today? It’s Saturday, no college.’

‘I might go into town,’ Desiree said, filling the kettle. ‘I want to buy some new clothes.’

‘I’ll come with you,’ Belinda suggested cheerily.

‘No, I’d rather go alone.’

‘Oh, I see. In that case, I might do some gardening. The geranium cuttings you took will need watering. And I’ll carry on with the flower border we were preparing.’

Belinda opened the back door, stepped onto the patio, and looked up at the clear blue sky. The sun was already hot; it was going to be a beautiful day. Not a day of nightmares, she asserted mentally, imagining that she could still taste the salt of Tony’s sperm. Determined to get back to normal, into a proper routine, she decided that getting on with the garden would be a good start. When Desiree returned from her shopping trip, she’d suggest having a picnic in the country. It would be like old times, she mused. The times before Tony.

Hearing the front door close, Belinda knew that Desiree was in a strange mood. The girl had never left the house without saying goodbye, she reflected. They were drifting apart, she knew, as she filled the watering can. Desiree had lovingly planted the geranium cuttings, and had now left them to wither in the heat. Was her relationship with Desiree withering? she wondered. They’d always gone shopping together, done the garden together and…

‘Good morning,’ Tony called over the fence.

‘Oh, er…good morning,’ Belinda replied as coldly as she could.

‘Sleep well?’

‘Very well, thank you.’

‘It’s hot today. Why don’t you put a bikini on and show off your beautiful body?’

‘Because I have a lot to do in the garden. Now, if you don’t mind?’

‘I don’t mind at all. I didn’t realise that you had green fingers. I know how good you are with your fingers, but I didn’t realise…’

‘Tony, please. I’d like to enjoy gardening without having to listen to you.’

‘I thought of you this morning when I was in the shower.’

‘I’m not interested in your thoughts.’

‘I thought about your pretty mouth, your pink tongue. God, was I stiff.’

‘Tony, stop it,’ she snapped. ‘You’re making the situation impossible. If we’re to live next door to each other as good neighbours, then…’

‘Very good neighbours,’ he quipped. ‘Is Desiree around?’

‘She’s gone into town. And, when she gets back, she’s going to get on with her studies and then we’re going out together.’

‘Oh, I think that’s my front doorbell. I wonder who that could be?’

As he wandered into his house and closed the back door, Belinda felt her stomach churn. Had Desiree gone round to see him? she wondered fearfully. She didn’t want the constant worry, she mused wearily, watering the geranium cuttings. Things never used to be like this. Then again, she’d not committed adultery before, she reflected, biting her lip as she recalled Tony’s throbbing knob bloating her mouth and flooding her tongue with creamy sperm. Finally, placing the watering can on the lawn, she knew that she couldn’t enjoy gardening all the time she was worrying about her daughter.

Sitting on a patio chair, Belinda tried not to clutter her head with thoughts of Tony and Desiree. But she couldn’t stop pictures looming in her mind of Desiree sucking Tony’s cock and drinking his sperm. If Desiree had gone round there, if Tony was feeling horny…She got up from her chair and walked across the garden to the fence but couldn’t see through Tony’s kitchen window. Perhaps they were in the lounge? she pondered. Perhaps Tony was fondling Desiree’s young breasts, slipping his hand up her skirt, fingering her virgin pussy and…

She walked into the house and made her way upstairs to the front bedroom. She gazed out of the window for an hour. Where was Desiree? What was she doing? If she came out of Tony’s house, if she’d lied about going to town and had sneaked off to see him…Worry and anxiety driving her mad, she finally returned to the garden. This was a complete mess, she thought wearily. Why couldn’t a nice family or an elderly couple have moved in next door? Why bloody Tony? Sighing, she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop Desiree from seeing Tony. Nothing, apart from…

Was adultery so bad? she wondered, again hovering by the fence and gazing at Tony’s kitchen window. If Belinda’s adultery put a stop to Tony seeing Desiree, if her infidelity preserved the girl’s virginity, then was it so very bad? Things would be different once Brian was back, she mused. He’d talk to Desiree and she’d listen. And Tony…Tony could go to hell. There’d be no need to worry about him once Desiree’s father was home. But, in the meantime…

‘You still at it?’ Tony asked her as he emerged from his house.

‘Yes, I am,’ she replied. ‘Who was your visitor?’

‘A friend,’ he said, grinning at her. ‘A very good friend.’

‘You said that you didn’t have any friends around here.’

‘I have now.’

‘Tony, if you…’

‘If I what?’

‘Nothing.’

‘I might do a little gardening,’ he said. ‘You have a lovely garden. Perhaps you could give me some advice?’

‘No, I don’t think so. I don’t know much about gardening. Desiree was…She is the keen gardener. All I do is help her.’

‘She seems to be very good at everything.’

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘The garden, college…She’s good at everything.’

‘Yes, well…Look, I have a lot to do.’

‘OK, I’ll leave you in peace. I might ask Desiree to come round and help me with the garden. I’m sure she’d be only too willing to give me a hand.’

‘Tony, I thought you said…’

‘You know very well what I said, Belinda. It’s either you, or your daughter.’

Her stomach churned again and Belinda knew that she had no choice.
It’s either you, or your daughter
. If she didn’t give her body to Tony, then he’d use Desiree’s young body to satisfy his craving for crude sex. There was no battle to fight now, she mused. Right or wrong, adultery or not…If she was to save her daughter from Tony and preserve her virginity, her only option was to give him what he wanted.

‘When my husband gets home,’ she began, not sure what she was saying. ‘When Brian gets home…’

‘When your husband gets home, you’ll still need me,’ he cut in. ‘You’ll still need me to satisfy you, Belinda. Unless he’s extremely good in bed, that is?’

‘Yes, he is,’ she lied. ‘I won’t need you, Tony. In fact, I don’t need you now. I’m only doing this for Desiree’s sake.’

‘Of course you are. It has nothing to do with the amazing orgasm you experienced with me last night. It has nothing to do with you sucking the spunk out of my cock and loving every minute of it. You only endured a terrific orgasm and a beautiful mouth-fucking for Desiree’s sake.’

‘Please, don’t be so crude.’

‘You love dirty talk, Belinda. There’s no point in denying it. Right, I think I’ll go and put my shorts on. It’s getting hotter by the minute, don’t you agree?’

‘No, I don’t.’

‘I’ll change and then get started on my garden. I won’t be long.’

As he returned to his house, Belinda mooched across the lawn to the patio and sat down. There was no point in pondering on adultery, she decided. She’d already committed adultery, so that was no longer an issue. What really worried her was that Tony had been right when he’d said that she loved his dirty talk.
A terrific orgasm and a beautiful mouth-fucking
…She’d enjoyed sucking the sperm out of his cock, and she’d loved the way he’d taken her to orgasm with his darting tongue.

Had her husband taken more interest in her feminine needs, had he satisfied her…But he hadn’t and probably never would, she concluded. Trying to push all thought of Tony’s hard cock from her mind, she realised that her panties were wetting with her juices of lust. Her clitoris called for attention and her womb contracted, and she knew that she was either going to have to masturbate or…Go to Tony for the relief she so desperately craved?

Watching Tony walk down his garden with his top bared, she left the patio and grabbed the watering can. He was wearing his shorts, she observed out of the corner of her eye as she watered the geranium cuttings, again. He had a good body, firm, muscular…And his shorts were bulging. Disappearing into the bushes at the end of his garden, he called out for her. Belinda walked to the end of her garden and peered through the foliage as he again called her. Tony was standing in a small clearing which was well shielded from the house. He was grinning and beckoning her with his finger.

‘What do you think of this secluded spot?’ he asked as she joined him. ‘No fence between us, we can’t been seen from the houses: an ideal place for us to meet, don’t you think?’

‘There was a fence here,’ Belinda said, frowning and looking about her. ‘Where’s it gone?’

‘I took the panel away earlier this morning,’ he replied, fondling his cock through his shorts. ‘There’s no need to have a fence here. Besides, it would only get in our way.’

‘I have to get on.’ Belinda sighed. ‘Desiree will be back soon and…’

‘Before you go, why don’t you kneel down and suck this?’ he whispered, lowering his shorts and exposing his erect penis.

‘No, Tony,’ she stated firmly, eyeing the solid shaft of his inviting penis. ‘Can’t you get it into your head that I don’t want a relationship with you?’

‘I might talk to Desiree, suggest that we meet here.’

‘Have you touched her?’

‘No, I haven’t.’

‘Swear to me that you’ve not laid a finger on her.’

‘I swear, I haven’t fucked her tight little virgin cunt.’

‘Don’t talk like that about my daughter.’

‘I haven’t fucked her – yet. Kneel down, Belinda. As you said, you’re only doing this for Desiree’s sake.’

‘You’re a bastard.’

‘I do believe I am. You know that you love sucking cock, so why fight it? Do you suck your husband’s cock?’

‘No, I…My sex life with my husband is…’

‘No good at all? Come on, Belinda. Take what’s on offer. Take it before it’s offered to someone else.’

‘If you dare to touch my daughter…’

‘You can quite easily keep me away from your daughter. All you have to do is…You know what to do, Belinda.’

Kneeling, Belinda wrapped her slender fingers around the hard shaft of his penis and fully retracted his foreskin. Cupping his heavy balls in her free hand, she leaned forwards and kissed his purple knob. Marriage hadn’t changed her, she reflected, recalling her teenage years. She’d loved cock-sucking, feeling her mouth flooding with creamy sperm. She’d been a tart, a slut…What was she now? she wondered, taking his ripe plum into her wet mouth. A cock-sucking slut?

Thoughts of sex had faded as the years had passed. Even when her husband was away, she’d not thought about sex or craved the relief of orgasm. Sex had become a distant memory, until now. Tony had woken her sleeping desires, roused her libido, juiced her pussy and stiffened her clitoris. She’d once again become aware of her body, her feminine needs. It was like reliving her teenage years, she mused, savouring the salty taste of his swollen knob. After school, she’d gone to the woods and met boys. She’d wanked them, sucked out their sperm and allowed them to take her beneath the trees. The fragrance of the bushes, the decaying leaves scattered over the ground, brought memories of her games in the woods flooding back. Nothing had changed.

‘You like a good mouth-fucking, don’t you?’ Tony asked, clutching her head and rocking his hips. ‘You love the feel of my knob gliding over your wet tongue. You’re going to drink my spunk, Belinda. I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to swallow my spunk.’

With her eyes closed as Tony held her head tight and repeatedly drove his swollen knob to the back of her throat, Belinda breathed heavily through her nose. Fondling his rolling balls, she recalled a boy at school who’d referred to cock-sucking as face-fucking. She’d loved face-fucking, she reflected. Remembering the time she’d simultaneously sucked on two knobs, she realised what a tart she’d been in her younger days. The boys had come together, pumping their teenage sperm over her tongue, flooding her gobbling mouth with their orgasmic cream. If Desiree turned out like that, if she went to the woods and sucked cocks and allowed boys to fuck her…

Desiree was safe, Belinda thought, as Tony began to gasp and tremble. All the time Tony had her mother’s mouth to fuck and spunk, she’d be safe. But nagging thoughts still worried Belinda. Had Desiree gone into town? Or had she been to see Tony? Was Tony keeping his side of the bargain and leaving Desiree alone? He was a bastard, she thought, as he rocked his hips faster. Why should he keep his word? With a beautiful girl of sixteen chasing after him, why should he keep his cock in his trousers?

‘Coming,’ Tony announced, his cock shaft twitching, his knob swelling. ‘God, yes.’ He gasped as his sperm bathed Belinda’s snaking tongue.

‘Mum?’ Desiree called from the house. ‘Mum, where are you?’

‘Drink it all up,’ Tony ordered. ‘And remember, it’s your mouth or Desiree’s.’

‘Mum, where are you?’

‘Suck out every last drop,’ Tony ordered Belinda, clutching her head tight as she drank from his throbbing cock-head. ‘God, yes. That’s…that’s amazing.’

‘I’m here,’ Belinda finally called as she managed to pull away and slip Tony’s spent cock out of her mouth.

‘Where?’

‘You’d better go and see your little girl.’ Tony chuckled. ‘We’ll meet later, and I’ll shaft your tight cunt until you scream.’

‘Mum? I can’t see you.’

‘I’m here,’ Belinda said, emerging from the bushes and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. ‘I was just…just doing some gardening.’