Depths of Depravation

by Ray Gordon

  ‘I really don’t know,’ Belinda replied.

  ‘I’ll never know.’ The girl sighed.

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘I won’t be seeing him again.’

  ‘Oh, right,’ Belinda said, trying not to sound too pleased. ‘So, when did you decide this?’

  ‘He’s made it clear that there’s nothing between us.’

  ‘If he chased after you…I mean, if he changed his mind, would you see him?’

  ‘Yes, I would. I know your thoughts about my seeing him but…I really like him, Mum. He’s kind, caring. Perhaps, one day, he’ll change his mind about me. When I’m a little older, he might want me. Right, I’ll go upstairs and change. I’ll be down in a minute.’

  * * *

  Gazing out of her bedroom window, Desiree waved at Tony as he worked in his garden. Finally looking up as she tapped on the window, he smiled at her. She held up her new skirts and tops, indicating that she’d change and then go round to his house. Putting his thumb up, he winked at her. He’d like her new clothes, she was sure. Her stomach somersaulted as she gazed at her new thong. She locked her door and changed into her new clothes. The skirt was very short, she observed, looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror. But she looked feminine, and she knew that Tony would like that.

  The feel of the silky thong against her hairless pussy lips sent quivers through her young womb and she hoped that Tony would like her new purchase. He’d specifically mentioned a thong, she reflected, lifting her skirt and gazing at the triangular patch of material swelling with her pussy lips. A short skirt, a thong…Tony would be happy, wouldn’t he? She left her room, slipped down the stairs and told her mother that she was going to meet a friend in town. She hated lying to her mother, but couldn’t see that she had a choice.

  ‘I’ll only be an hour or so,’ she said.

  ‘Your skirt is…is nice,’ Belinda said, eyeing the girl’s naked thighs.

  ‘I’m glad you like it.’

  ‘Well, I’ll get on in the garden and see you later.’

  ‘OK, Mum. See you later.’

  Desiree left the house, walked past Tony’s front gate and then stopped. She crept alongside the bushes, hoping that her mother wasn’t looking out of the window, and slipped down the path to his front door. She didn’t want to have to lie to her mother or sneak around behind her back. But she wanted Tony, and this was the only way. He opened the door and ushered her in before she’d rung the bell. Pleased that he’d been looking out for her, waiting for her, she followed him into the lounge and looked down at her skirt.

  ‘What do you think?’ she asked him.

  ‘Wow,’ he replied. ‘You look terrific.’

  ‘And I bought this,’ she said, lifting her skirt and displaying her tight thong. ‘I bought it to please you.’

  ‘A thong,’ he said, his wide eyes gazing at the bulging material. ‘You look beautiful. Don’t move,’ he said, grabbing his camera. ‘That’s it, hold your skirt up high. I want a couple of shots of your tight little thong.’

  ‘You and your camera.’ She giggled as he took several photographs. ‘You’ll soon have dozens of me,’ she said, finally lowering her skirt.

  ‘What’s wrong with taking photographs of the girl I love? I assume that your mum doesn’t know you’re here?’

  ‘I told her that I was going into town.’

  ‘Where did you get to last night? I didn’t hear you leave.’

  ‘I got dressed and then crept out,’ she replied. ‘I heard you in here with my mum. Why did you close the door?’

  ‘I thought that you might sneak out and I didn’t want her to hear you.’

  ‘She thinks I’m in town, so we’ll be all right. I like your shorts.’

  ‘Oh, thanks. I’ve been clearing up the garden. It’s pretty hot out there.’

  ‘You said that I’d not touched you,’ Desiree murmured, dropping to her knees. ‘So, I’d better change that.’

  She pulled his shorts down, stroked the flaccid shaft of his penis and fondled his heavy balls. Tony looked down, breathing heavily and grinning as his cock stiffened and finally stood to attention before the girl’s pretty face. Determined to keep him, to please him, Desiree rolled his foreskin back and parted her full lips. Taking his ripe plum into her hot mouth, she closed her eyes and savoured the taste of his salt. Her first penis, she mused happily, surprised by the pleasant taste of his manhood.

  Now that she believed him to be a virgin, she liked the idea of sucking on his swollen knob. Now that she thought herself to be the first girl to do this to him, she decided that she’d not only suck his knob, but drink his sperm. Whatever pleased him would please her, she thought, as she suckled on his purple glans. Now that he had a proper relationship, she was sure that he’d not want to work abroad. He had a full relationship, she thought happily, as she kneaded his huge balls. But not quite a full relationship, she reflected. They’d not made love, yet. He’d not eased his virgin penis deep into her pussy and loved her fully.

  ‘God, that’s nice,’ Tony said as she rolled her succulent lips back and forth along his veined shaft. ‘You’re the first, Desiree,’ he lied. ‘You’re the first – and the only girl there’ll ever be.’

  Feeling happier than ever, Desiree instinctively moved her head back and forth, repeatedly taking his ballooning knob to the back of her throat as he trembled and gasped. There was no need for her mother to know anything, she mused dreamily, as she waited expectantly for his sperm to flow and bathe her pink tongue. That way, there’d be no lectures, no disagreements or arguments…All the time her mother thought that she was seeing a friend or going around town, everything would be fine.

  Tony’s sperm jetted from his throbbing knob and flooded over her tongue as he towered above her, gasping in his male pleasure. Desiree allowed her cheeks to fill before swallowing the creamy liquid. For the first time, she felt really close to Tony. Although they’d not yet made love, she felt at one with him as her mouth deluged with his sperm. This was love, she mused, again swallowing the fruits of his orgasm. They were learning together, experimenting, discovering…And loving.

  Finally he slipped his knob out of her sperm-bubbling mouth as his shaft began to deflate and Desiree lapped up the spilled sperm running over his scrotum. Tony again gasped and trembled as her tongue snaked over the sac of his scrotum and lapped up the male milk from his glistening shaft. He was pleased with her, she was sure as she again took his knob into her pretty mouth and sucked out the remnants of his sperm. Finishing her job of cleansing, she sat back on her heels and looked up at him.

  ‘You’re amazing,’ he said, smiling at her. ‘God, you’re just like your mother.’

  ‘My mother?’ she echoed, her smile turning into a frown. ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘Your looks, Desiree. Hang on, don’t move.’

  ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘A photograph.’ He chuckled and grabbed his camera from the mantlepiece. ‘I want a photograph of you with sperm running down your chin.’

  Smiling as he knelt before her and focused on her beaming face, he took several shots of her spermed lips, the white liquid running down her chin. Continually praising her, affirming his great love for her, he stood up and suggested that he take a shot of her with his cock in her mouth. Desiree complied, again sucking his knob into her mouth as he clicked the camera and took his photographs.

  ‘That’s great,’ he said, his cock stiffening as she rolled her tongue over his inflating glans. ‘I’ll always have the pictures to remind me of our first time together.’

  ‘You’ll have to give me some copies,’ she said, moving her hand back and slipping his cock out of her mouth.

  ‘I will, but don’t let your mother see them.’ He laughed.

  ‘God, can you imagine her reaction?’ She giggled.

  ‘Yes, I can. She’d go absolutely mad. I think this is going to work out well, Desiree. I know that you’re having to lie to her, but at least we now
have a proper relationship. So, did you like what we just did? Did you like the taste?’

  ‘Yes, very much. Did you like it? I mean, did I do it properly?’

  ‘You did it expertly, Desiree. We’ll have to do it again.’

  ‘Oh, yes,’ she trilled. ‘Every time I come round, we’ll do it.’

  Wondering when they’d make love, enjoy full-blown intercourse, Desiree climbed to her feet as Tony tugged his shorts up. Feeling horny, sexy, aroused as never before, she became aware of her wetting thong as she sat on the sofa. She desperately needed Tony to love her, to massage her clitoris and bring her the relief of orgasm. But, seemingly unaware of her feminine needs, he started talking about his garden.

  ‘I hear that you’re a bit of an expert in the garden,’ he said. ‘I told your mum that I might ask you to help me, give me some advice, but she didn’t seem too keen on the idea.’

  ‘Of course I’ll help you,’ Desiree said. ‘I’ll tell Mum that it was my idea.’

  ‘All right. If I go out there and start work, you could happen to see me and offer to help.’

  ‘Tony, I was hoping that you’d…Well, you know – love me.’

  ‘I’ll tell you what we’ll do. It’s a lovely day so you join me in the garden a little later and we’ll go into the bushes. There’s a secluded spot at the end of the garden. I’ll love you in the warm summer air.’

  ‘Yes, I’d like that,’ she trilled eagerly. ‘I’ll go home now and look out for you.’

  ‘OK. As it’s so warm, don’t wear your thong.’

  ‘You mean, walk around with nothing on beneath my skirt? But…’

  ‘That way, I’ll be able to see your sweet pussy when you squat or sit down. And I’ll be able to love you properly.’

  ‘All right, I’ll take my thong off before I come round.’

  Desiree left Tony’s house and felt her stomach somersault as she crept along his path to the street. To be loved in the bushes would be heavenly, she mused happily. She walked to her front door, let herself in and bounded up the stairs to her room. She could see her mother working in the garden as she slipped her wet thong off and stuffed the garment into her dressing-table drawer. There’d be no problem if she suggested helping Tony, she was sure, as she made her way downstairs. Just because she was helping Tony, it didn’t mean to say that they had a relationship.

  ‘Hi, Mum,’ she said, emerging from the house. ‘How are you getting on?’

  ‘Oh, Desiree. You haven’t been long.’

  ‘It’s too hot to walk around town. I thought I’d come back and –’

  ‘Hi, Desiree,’ Tony called over the fence.

  ‘Oh, hi,’ she said, walking towards him.

  ‘I’m going to get this garden sorted out,’ he said. ‘Your garden puts mine to shame.’

  ‘I’ll come round and give you some ideas, if you want me to,’ she offered, winking at him.

  ‘Desiree,’ her mother began, ‘I…I could do with some help.’

  ‘I’ll just give Tony some ideas and then I’ll be back to help you,’ Desiree replied.

  ‘There’s a gap in the fence behind those bushes,’ Tony said, pointing to the end of the garden. ‘If you’d like to come round now, I’d really appreciate your advice.’

  * * *

  Desiree walked past her mother, disappeared into the bushes and went into Tony’s garden. Belinda wasn’t at all happy as she watched the girl talking to Tony. Her skirt was far too short, she mused. Showing her naked thighs like that would only give Tony ideas. Keeping an eye on her daughter, Belinda carried on forking over the border. There was no way she could stop the girl from helping their neighbour, but she wished that Tony had declined her offer. They had a deal, she reflected. If he didn’t keep his side of the bargain…

  ‘You’ll have to start by digging these weeds out,’ Desiree said, standing next to Tony. ‘And that ivy will have to go.’

  ‘OK,’ Tony said, watching Belinda out of the corner of his eye.

  ‘And these bushes need cutting back,’ Desiree said, walking down the garden. ‘The grass will be in permanent shade unless you cut them back.’

  Watching Tony follow Desiree to the bushes, Belinda lost sight of him as he disappeared into the foliage. Trying to remain calm, she carried on working with the fork. Tony would hardly try anything in the garden, she decided. Recalling Desiree’s words, she was sure that the girl would be safe enough. He’s made it clear that there’s nothing between us.

  * * *

  ‘You’ll have to cut the branches back to here,’ Desiree said, loud enough for her mother to hear.

  ‘And I’ll have to kiss your sweet little pussy,’ Tony whispered, kneeling before her and lifting up her short skirt. ‘You’re beautiful, Desiree,’ he said, planting a kiss on her swollen outer lips. ‘Smooth, hairless, soft, warm and very wet.’

  Remaining silent as she felt Tony’s tongue running up and down the opening crack of her vulva, Desiree trembled uncontrollably. Her clitoris responded to his intimate licking and she held his head as he parted her fleshy labia and pushed his tongue deep into her creamy-wet vagina. As the warm summer air wafted between her parted legs and the fragrance of the garden filled her nostrils, she decided that the secluded spot in the bushes would become their secret meeting place. Their secret loving place.

  ‘You taste beautiful,’ Tony murmured. ‘You’re a little angel.’

  ‘That’s nice,’ Desiree whispered, parting her feet further. ‘Tony, I…I think I’m going to…’

  ‘Stretch your pussy lips wide apart for me.’

  ‘Yes, yes.’ She gasped, holding her fleshy sex cushions open to allow him better access to her femininity.

  Her orgasm exploded as Tony sucked her pulsating clitoris into his hot mouth and thrust two fingers deep into her teenage pussy. Desiree stifled her gasps of pleasure. Her young body shook wildly and her juices of orgasm flowed over his hand. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as her climax rocked her very soul. She could hear the squelching of her vaginal milk as he fingered her, the slurping and sucking of his mouth as he sustained her incredible pleasure. Oblivious to her surroundings, she drifted on clouds of orgasm, wallowed in her love for Tony.

  ‘Desiree?’ Belinda called as her daughter’s whimpers disturbed the still summer air. ‘Desiree, are you all right?’

  ‘Yes, yes,’ Desiree managed to reply as Tony sucked on her orgasming clitoris.

  ‘Where are you? Are you sure you’re all right?’

  ‘I’m…I’m fine.’

  ‘God, I love your beautiful little cunt,’ Tony whispered. He lapped at Desiree’s pulsating clitoris and repeatedly rammed his fingers deep into her vaginal sheath.

  Her climax beginning to recede, Desiree swayed on her trembling legs as Tony slipped his fingers out of her sex-drenched vagina. He locked his lips to the pink cone of flesh surrounding her open sex hole and sucked out her orgasmic juices as she parted her outer labia to the extreme. Desiree trembled uncontrollably, her head dizzy as she heard her mother rustling the bushes. Lowering her skirt as Tony stood up, she did her best to calm herself and appear composed and relaxed.

  ‘What are you up to?’ Belinda asked, entering the small clearing.

  ‘Wondering what to do with this area,’ Tony replied, wiping his pussy-wet mouth on the back of his hand.

  ‘Desiree, are you all right?’ her mother asked. ‘You look very hot and flushed.’

  ‘I am hot,’ the girl replied. ‘I’ll…I’ll go and get a drink.’

  * * *

  Waiting until Desiree had gone, Belinda stared hard at Tony. ‘What were you doing to her?’ she asked him accusingly.

  ‘Doing to her?’ he echoed, his dark eyes frowning. ‘We were talking about the garden. You’re going to have to trust me, Belinda. We have a deal, and I intend to stick to it.’

  ‘I hope you do.’ Belinda sighed. ‘Because, if you don’t…’

  ‘I’m a man of my word, Belinda. Whatever you might
think of me, I’m a man of my word. I can’t ignore Desiree. She offered to take a look at my garden and give me some advice. Should I have told her that I didn’t want her help?’

  ‘No, I suppose not.’

  ‘You don’t trust your daughter, you don’t trust me. Do you trust your husband? Or do you think he’s wandering around Tokyo screwing Japanese girls?’

  ‘How can I trust you, Tony? You’re blackmailing me, for God’s sake.’

  ‘No, I’m not.’

  ‘You said that it’s either me or my daughter. If that’s not blackmail, then I don’t know what is.’

  ‘I suppose it could be looked upon as a form of blackmail. But you enjoy sex as much as I do. Why don’t you pull your knickers down and let me lick you to orgasm?’

  ‘No. Not with Desiree around.’

  ‘OK, I’ll meet you here later.’

  ‘I…I don’t know.’

  ‘This is our spot, Belinda. In the bushes, hidden from prying eyes, this is our spot. We don’t want it to become Desiree’s secret meeting place, do we?’

  ‘Tony, if you…’

  ‘I’ll meet you here later. I have to go out and do some shopping, but I’ll be back.’

  ‘I don’t know what Desiree will be doing later. I can hardly come out here and meet you in the bushes if she’s around.’

  ‘Throw a small stone at my kitchen window when you’re ready. I’ll be in town for an hour or so. Oh, and wear that short skirt – without your panties.’

  ‘All right.’ Belinda sighed, the fragrance of the bushes again reminding her of her school days. Sex in the woods. ‘I’ll see you later.’

  ‘And I’ll fuck you later,’ he quipped as she walked away.

  Six

  ‘What are you doing this evening?’ Belinda asked Desiree as she finished clearing away the dinner plates.

  ‘It’s a nice evening so I might see whether Tony wants any more help in his garden.’