Depths of Depravation (18 page)

‘Yes, I…I am. I haven’t accepted Tony’s invitation.’

‘No doubt he’ll find some woman or other to keep him company.’

‘I think I’ll go to Jane’s house now. I’ve packed my things. She said to turn up whenever I was ready.’

‘All right. I’ll see you tomorrow, then. After college.’

‘OK. Bye, Mum.’

Feeling triumphant as Desiree grabbed her bag from her room and left the house, Belinda was positive that this was the way to play things. The more she dropped derogatory hints and comments about Tony, the more Desiree would doubt the man. Again aware of her hairless pussy, Belinda knew that she was going to have to deny herself the pleasure of Tony’s solid cock. If she could push all thoughts of sex from her mind and get back into gardening…Was that possible? she pondered, as she felt her sex-milk flowing. Her clitoris rousing, again calling for her intimate attention, she knew that she had to fight her overwhelming desire for her neighbour’s penis.

Waking to the sun streaming in through her bedroom window, Belinda was pleased to think that Desiree had spent the night at her friend’s place. Tony had phoned and knocked on the front door several times during the evening, but Belinda had ignored him. Things might be changing at long last, she mused. She wondered, as she lay on her back and slipped her hand between her parted thighs, whether Desiree could stay at her friend’s place for a few days. Also, she thought it odd that Tony hadn’t yet been to work. He was supposed to have been going to Ireland, she reflected, her fingertips running up and down the hairless valley of her vulva.

Belinda pictured Tony’s erect penis as she slipped her free hand beneath her thigh and drove two fingers deep into her yearning vagina. She imagined his swollen knob bloating her mouth. Massaging her solid clitoris and breathing deeply as her arousal soared, she licked her succulent lips. She could almost taste the salt of his purple glans as she imagined probing his knob-slit with her wet tongue. What was it about Tony? she pondered. He was crude, arrogant, obnoxious…And yet she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Desiree had obviously seen something in Tony, Belinda reflected as she massaged the wet inner flesh of her tightening vagina. At least the girl wasn’t thinking about his cock, she mused dreamily, as her clitoris swelled. At least Desiree wasn’t imagining Tony’s purple knob bloating her pretty mouth; his sperm bathing her darting tongue. Sure that her daughter didn’t even masturbate, let alone have lewd thoughts about the man next door, Belinda found herself thinking about her husband.

Brian was hard working, caring, loving…But he seemed to have no sex drive at all. Many times when they were first married, Belinda had woken in the mornings and grabbed his cock. She’d attempted to wank him, but he’d always leaped out of bed and complained that it was getting late. She’d often slipped beneath the quilt and taken his knob into her sperm-thirsty mouth, but his only response was to push her away and talk about getting to work on time.

‘Good morning,’ Tony said, appearing in the doorway and almost giving Belinda a heart attack.

‘God!’ Belinda exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at him. ‘What the…How the hell did you get into my house?’

‘I slipped the catch on your front door,’ he replied. ‘With Desiree away, I thought you might be having a lie in.’

‘Get out,’ Belinda snapped, eyeing his shorts, his naked chest. ‘How dare you break into my house and walk into my bedroom. What if my husband had…’

‘He’s in Tokyo, Belinda. Don’t you want me to attend to your feminine needs and satisfy your sexual desires?’

‘No, I don’t.’

‘So, this is the marital bedroom where it all happens? Or, doesn’t happen.’

‘Get out, Tony. Desiree might be back at any time.’

‘The marital bed.’ He chortled. ‘Is this where you get fucked senseless every day?’

‘I don’t know who the hell you think you are,’ Belinda hissed, ‘but you’re not welcome in my house. And certainly not my bedroom.’

‘I don’t know about you but, when I wake up in the mornings, I always feel really horny.’ Lowering his shorts and displaying his erect penis, he grinned at her. ‘There, see what I mean?’

Although Belinda couldn’t believe his audacity as she gazed at the solid shaft of his erect penis, she knew that she was going to have one hell of a battle denying herself the pleasure of his rock-hard erection. Imagining him walking into Desiree’s bedroom and dropping his shorts, she knew that she was going to have to be strong. Unless she won this battle, he’d be marching into the house whenever he wanted sex. If she happened to be out and Desiree was in her bedroom…He wouldn’t dare, would he?

‘I’m your dream come true,’ he quipped, standing by the bed with his massive penis pointing to the ceiling.

‘My nightmare come true, don’t you mean? Please, Tony, I want you to leave.’

‘Leave? You mean, you don’t want my hard cock sliding deep into your wet and very tight little cunt?’

‘No, I don’t. This is my bedroom, for God’s sake. This is the bed I share with my husband. I’m not going to –’

‘How often does he fuck you, Belinda? How often does he spunk down your throat or cream your tight little arsehole?’

‘He…Get out, Tony.’

‘Does he lick and suck your clitoris to multiple orgasms? Does he drink the girl-juice from your tight cunt?’

‘That’s enough. Get out of my house, and stay out.’

‘All right, if that’s what you want.’

‘It is what I want.’

Watching him pull his shorts up and walk to the door, Belinda felt her vaginal muscles contract, a quiver run through her womb. She had to let him go, she knew, as he turned in the doorway and faced her. His shorts were bulging with his manhood, his balls would be full…She had to lay down some rules. To have him wandering into her bedroom with his hard cock exposed and his heavy balls rolling was despicable. Who the hell did he think he was? she ruminated. What the hell did she think she was? A common slut? A horny housewife desperate for a quick fuck?

‘Desiree will be coming to see me after college,’ he said, adjusting his rampant cock through his bulged shorts. ‘Perhaps she’ll be a little more accommodating than her mother.’

‘Desiree will be away for a few days,’ Belinda lied. ‘So much for your influence over her. She didn’t want to see you last night. She said that she’d rather spend the night at her friend’s house.’

‘She’s away for a few days? So, you’ll be all alone in the house. You’ll be desperate for sex, won’t you? What will you do?’

‘Get on with the garden and –’

‘And frig your clitty off? Are you sure that you don’t want this?’

‘Perfectly sure,’ she said as he lowered his shorts and rolled his foreskin back.

‘It’s yours for the taking, Belinda. All you have to do is ask.’

‘I…I can’t,’ she stammered, fighting to resist temptation. ‘This is my bedroom. My husband and I…’

‘Just say, yes, and this is yours,’ he said, running his hand up and down his veined shaft. ‘Look at it, Belinda. It’s rock hard, desperate to slide deep into your hot cunt, desperate to pump you full of sperm. Are you thirsty? Are you thirsty for spunk? Look at my balls. Rolling, full…Just say, yes.’

‘Yes,’ she whispered, the word tumbling from her lips without her thinking.

Again standing by the bed, he retracted his fleshy foreskin and offered his purple plum to her sperm-thirsty mouth. Belinda sat upright, parting her full lips as she gazed longingly at his swollen glans, his spunkslit. She knew that this was wrong. Another man in the marital bedroom, his cock standing to attention, his balls in dire need of draining…But, weak in the powerful grip of her arousal, she’d lost the battle. She was a slut, she reflected, as she took his sex globe into her mouth and savoured the taste of his salt. Once a slut, always a slut.

Kneading his heaving balls, she gripped his hard shaft with her free hand as took his ripe plum to the back of her throat. Sinking her teeth gently into his fleshy rod, closing her eyes and savouring the moment, she did her best to blot out haunting images of her husband. This was their bedroom, she ruminated. The marital bedroom. They’d made love in this very bed, they’d loved, argued, dreamed…
Let no man put asunder
.

‘You’re a cock-sucking little slut,’ Tony said softly as she suckled on his purple knob like a babe at the breast. ‘A dirty little spunk-guzzling whore. Is your cunt nice and wet? Is your tight little cunt ready for a good cock-shafting? The marital bedroom,’ he quipped, clutching her head and rocking his hips. ‘An adulterous mouth-fucking in the marital bedroom.’

His harsh words hurting her mind, she felt dirty: wanton in her lechery; guilty in her adulterous betrayal. This was Desiree’s fault, she tried to convince herself. This was her husband’s fault. Had Desiree not taken an interest in Tony, had Brian treated his wife like a whore…She was hooked on Tony now, she knew, as he continued to talk dirty to her.
Spunk-loving slag, mouth-fucking little tart
…There was no way she could live without hard, cold sex.

When her husband returned to the marital home, Belinda knew that she’d have to sneak round to Tony’s house for crude, satisfying sex. If Brian was at home when she needed sexual gratification, she’d creep into the bushes at the end of the garden and allow Tony to fuck her. She’d stand in the garden chatting to her neighbour with her arm over the fence. She’d wank him, bring out his spunk and then lick her fingers clean and savour the taste of his orgasmic cream. Brian would be none the wiser. Dangerous games; exciting games of illicit sex. It wasn’t Desiree’s fault, she concluded. It wasn’t her husband’s fault. She was a wanton whore, and only had herself to blame for her sluttish adultery.

‘Want it in your spunk-thirsty mouth or your cock-hungry cunt?’ Tony asked her, his body trembling as she gobbled on his penis-head. ‘Or maybe you want your sweet arse fucked rotten?’ Yanking the quilt back, he gazed in awe at her hairless pussy lips rising alluringly either side of her vulval crack. ‘Good girl,’ he praised her. Slipping his cock out of her hot mouth, he grinned. ‘Clean shaven and ready for my cock. I’m pleased to see that you’re an obedient sex slave. Now, I want you to open your legs as wide as you can.’

Lying on her back with her legs spread, she closed her eyes. He kicked his shorts aside and settled between her thighs. He grabbed his solid member by the root and stabbed at her gaping vaginal hole with his purple knob. It had been so long since Brian had positioned himself on top of her in the marital bed, so long since she’d felt the solid rod of his cock penetrate her, shaft her, fuck her and spunk her. Was it any wonder that she’d invited another man into her bed? she reflected. After years of a virtually asexual marriage, she needed a real man, a hard cock to satisfy her.

Tony eased his knob into her contracting vaginal duct, thrust forwards and impaled her fully on his rock-hard penis. Belinda gasped, her fingernails digging into the mattress as he withdrew and again rammed his bulbous glans deep into her hot sex sheath. Brian should have been doing this, she mused. He should have been more attentive, more sexual, crude in his love-making. Her lower stomach rising with every thrust of Tony’s cock, Belinda arched her back and breathed deeply.

‘I’ll do your tight arse next,’ Tony said, his grinning face looking down at Belinda. ‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

‘Yes,’ she murmured, her eyes rolling as she lost herself in her sexual frenzy.

‘I’ll force my hard cock deep into your hot bum and spunk you.’

‘Yes, yes,’ she again murmured, her head lolling from side to side. ‘Fuck my cunt, my mouth, my arse…Fuck all my holes, hard.’

‘What do you fuck yourself with when your husband’s away? Bananas, a cool cucumber, a candle? I’ll bet you have a vibrator. Do you vibrate your clitty and bring yourself off?’

Saying nothing as she listened to the squelching of her pussy-milk, Belinda knew that she was going to be masturbating regularly from now on. Even with Tony to satisfy her lust for orgasm, there would be times when she needed to relieve her sexual tension. A cucumber? she pondered, as he increased his shafting rhythm. Desiree must never be exposed to her mother’s crudities, she reflected. The problem was that the girl came home at different times. Calling home at lunchtime, finishing early some afternoons…To have Tony in the marital bed might turn out to be a fatal mistake.

Again pondering on leading two lives – the dirty tart and the loving wife – she knew that Brian would be working abroad even more in the future. In line for promotion, he’d be spending a lot more time in Tokyo, leaving Belinda wanting, yearning. Her naked body rocking with the illicit shafting of her tightening vagina, she imagined Desiree bounding up the stairs, calling out and walking into the bedroom to discover…Tony’s house would be safer, she decided. They’d be safe in his bed or his sex den.

‘Turn over and lie on your front,’ Tony instructed her as he yanked his penis out of her sex-drenched pussy.

‘No, I –’ Belinda began.

‘Turn over, for God’s sake. I want your hot arse.’

Complying, Belinda buried her face in the pillow and jutted her buttocks out. Tony spread her legs, holding her bottom orbs apart and stabbing at her tight brown hole as she gripped the edges of the pillow. Recalling her initiation to anal sex the day before, she’d enjoyed the feel of his rock-hard cock penetrating her there. The stretching and bloating of her rectum had sent delightful quivers running through her womb. But it was the thought of being used and abused that had sent her arousal to frightening heights. The very notion of committing the crudest possible sexual act had woken sleeping desires, sleeping monsters.

Tony’s crude words resounded around the marital bedroom as his bulbous glans journeyed along the tight duct of her rectum. Belinda breathed deeply into the pillow.
Anal whore, tight-arsed little slut
…The delicate brown tissue surrounding her anus stretched to capacity, gripping the root of his massive cock as he impaled her fully. She spread her legs wider and raised her bottom to allow him deeper access to the very core of her naked body.

‘Fuck me hard,’ she murmured into the pillow.

‘I will.’ He chortled. ‘You can be sure of that.’

‘Ram your cock deep into my arse and fuck me senseless.’

‘You need me, Belinda. Even when your husband is back, you’ll need me, won’t you?’

‘Yes, yes. I need your cock, your spunk. Fuck me, now. Fuck my arse hard.’

The true nature of her character had finally surfaced, she knew, as Tony began his illicit thrusting motions. Sexually used and abused, her once-sacrosanct bottom hole shafted by her neighbour’s solid cock, she wallowed in the forbidden union of adulterous sex. She could no longer suppress her craving for debased sexual gratification, no longer pretend to be happy and satisfied in her marriage. Although she could no longer use Desiree as an excuse for committing adultery, preserving the girl’s virginity was still in her mind. Two birds with one stone, she mused dreamily, as Tony grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her knees.