by Ray Gordon
‘Er…He’s going out. When I was talking to him earlier, he said that he had to go and see a work colleague this evening.’
‘Oh, in that case…I might catch up with my college work.’
‘Now, that is a good idea. I think I’ll go out for a walk. To the park, perhaps.’
‘I’ll come with you,’ Desiree said eagerly.
‘Er…No, you stay here in case your father rings. Besides, I think you got far too hot in the garden earlier. And there’s your work to catch up with.’
‘I am getting a little behind with my work.’ She sighed. ‘OK, I’ll go and switch my computer on. I’ll see you later.’
‘I won’t be very long. When I get back, we’ll watch TV. There might be a film on later.’
Belinda waited until Desiree had gone up to her room, then she stepped out onto the patio and closed the door quietly behind her. She felt like a thief in the night as she looked up at her daughter’s bedroom window. Her hands were trembling and her heart was racing. She wasn’t looking forward to meeting Tony in the bushes. But this had to be done, she reflected, slipping her panties off and feeling incredibly guilty as she gazed at the brick barbecue her husband had built. Naked beneath her short skirt, she was going to meet another man in the bushes. Meet another man for a session of crude sex.
‘God,’ she murmured, clutching her panties as she grabbed a small stone and lobbed it at Tony’s kitchen window. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ Walking across the lawn, she repeatedly turned and gazed at Desiree’s open window. She crept into the bushes and recalled Tony’s words as she waited. We don’t want it to become Desiree’s secret meeting place, do we? This was risky, she knew. If Desiree had seen her, if she saw Tony heading for the bushes…Guilt swamping her, she reminded herself that she was doing this for her daughter’s sake.
Waiting in the shade in the small clearing, Belinda took a deep breath. Her arousal was beginning to rise, but she didn’t want this. She didn’t want Tony to touch her, to finger her wet pussy and lick between her vaginal lips. As the thought of Tony’s tongue snaking around the solid bulb of her clitoris roused her inner desires, she wondered where she’d gone wrong. Perhaps she shouldn’t have interfered with Desiree’s relationship, she mused. Perhaps she should have let things run their course.
‘Hi,’ Tony said, as he entered the small clearing. ‘Everything all right?’
‘Not really.’ Belinda sighed. ‘I’ve had to lie to Desiree. I said that I was going to the park for a walk.’
‘That’s a small price to pay.’ He chuckled. ‘A small price for hard sex. Are you wet?’
‘Tony, don’t start…’
‘I see you’re holding your panties. Do you like the feel of the breeze cooling your cunny lips?’
‘Shall we get this over with? I told Desiree that I wouldn’t be long.’
Kneeling, Tony lifted her skirt and drove his tongue between the fleshy lips of her vagina. Belinda gasped and clung to a branch as she felt his tongue delve into the heat of her very wet vaginal sheath. Her breathing fast and shallow, she closed her eyes and tried to drive images of her husband out of her mind as she listened to the slurping of Tony’s mouth. Her husband had built the barbecue, he was working abroad to earn money for his wife and daughter, Desiree was studying in her room, her mother had lied to her…And Belinda, the loyal wife and good mother, was allowing another man to tongue-fuck her sex-starved vagina.
Tony was a bastard, she mused, as her juices of lust streamed from her gaping vaginal entrance. He knew that Belinda had to protect her daughter, he knew that she was feeling lonely without her husband, he knew that she needed sex…And he was using her weakness, her predicament, to satisfy his lust for illicit sex. Parting her feet wider, allowing him better access to her gaping vulval gully, she felt her womb contract as her clitoris swelled expectantly. He was a bastard, and she desperately needed the relief of orgasm.
‘God, you’re very wet,’ Tony whispered, parting the fleshy pads of her outer labia and exposing the solid nub of her clitoris. ‘I’ll bet you’ve been thinking about this for hours? Looking forward to a good cunny licking all afternoon.’
‘No, I haven’t,’ she murmured softly. ‘Look, I don’t have much time.’
‘In that case, bend over that branch and I’ll…’
‘You’ll what?’
‘Give you one, Belinda. Fuck you senseless and…’
‘No, Tony. There’s no way you’re going to…’
‘Oh, is the deal off?’
‘No, no. But I don’t want to commit adultery. It’s one thing…’
‘It’s one thing having your pretty mouth fucked and spunked, but not your pussy?’
‘Yes, if you have to put it like that.’
‘So, the deal’s off? In that case, I’ll go and see whether Desiree wants to take another look at my garden.’
‘I’ll do anything you want, but not that.’
‘OK, bend over the branch and I’ll spank you.’
‘Spank me? What the hell do you think I am?’
‘A horny little bitch who’s desperate to come. Bend over, Belinda. Bend over, or I go and see Desiree.’
Taking her position over the branch, Belinda closed her eyes as Tony yanked her short skirt up over her back. Trying not to listen to his crude words as he talked about her firm buttocks, her slender waist, her dark bush nestling between her shapely thighs, she imagined Desiree appearing and witnessing the illicit spanking. What would the girl think of her mother? Would she think her a slut? If Desiree ever discovered the shocking truth, she’d never understand that her mother had done this for her sake.
‘God, no!’ Belinda exclaimed as Tony brought his hand down across the tensed flesh of her bared buttocks with a loud slap. Crying out as his palm again landed squarely across the twitching flesh of her bottom, she hoped that her daughter wouldn’t hear the spanking. Her bedroom window was open, she would be sitting quietly at her computer…If she heard the slaps and cries of an illicit spanking, she’d be bound to come and investigate.
As Tony’s palm met the reddening flesh of her buttocks again and again, Belinda tried to stifle her whimpers. Although her juices of arousal seeped between the engorged lips of her vulva and her clitoris was painfully hard, she tried to deny her soaring libido. Her naked buttocks were stinging, burning like fire and she thought that she wouldn’t be able to sit down for several days. As the merciless thrashing continued, her bottom globes numbing, she realised that her arousal was rocketing to frightening heights. She was desperate to come, desperate to have Tony suck a massive orgasm from her swollen clitoris…Desperate to have him fuck her? Adultery.
‘Disobedient little bitch,’ Tony hissed, landing the hardest slap yet. ‘You’ll be spanked every day, Belinda. Spanked every day for your naughtiness.’
‘Please, that’s enough,’ she implored. ‘Desiree might hear and…’
‘Beg me to fuck you,’ he said, halting the thrashing.
‘No, I…’
‘Beg me, Belinda.’
‘Please…No, no I can’t.’
‘In that case, I’ll spank you until you scream.’
Again spanking her glowing buttocks, Tony held her down with his free hand. Realising that he was heavily into debauched sex, Belinda thanked God that she’d saved her daughter from his wicked ways. Desiree needed to be introduced to sex as part of a loving relationship, not crude satisfaction. Doing her best to stifle her cries, Belinda couldn’t imagine Desiree in this humiliating and degrading position. She was now going to have to do everything in her power to shield her daughter from Tony’s perverted ways.
‘Please, no more,’ Belinda cried as her vaginal muscles tightened, squeezing out her pussy-milk. ‘I can’t take any more.’
‘Then, beg me to fuck you,’ Tony ordered her, halting the thrashing.
‘Tony, please be reasonable. My daughter is in the house and…’
‘Beg me to fuck you, or I’ll invite Desiree round to
my place and offer her vodka.’
‘All right, all right. Please…please, fuck me.’
‘Beg me to fuck your tight cunt.’
‘Please, fuck my tight cunt.’
Squeezing her eyes shut as she felt the swollen knob of Tony’s penis slip between the dripping inner lips of her vulval slit, Belinda held her breath. This was full-blown adultery, she mused anxiously, as his glans began its journey along the tight sheath of her vagina. Gasping as he impaled her fully on his huge cock, she felt his knob pressing hard against the creamy-wet ring of her cervix. Her vagina stretched open to capacity, her inner lips hugging the root of his solid cock, she again hoped that Desiree wouldn’t appear and witness the debauched act.
There was no turning back now, she knew, as she looked up between her parted thighs at his swinging balls. She’d sucked the sperm out of another man’s knob, she’d endured a crude spanking, and now his cock was embedded deep within her pussy. Let no man put asunder…Her marriage vows in ruins, she’d betrayed her husband, lied to her daughter, cheated and deceived…She’d been a slut during her teenage years. Nothing had changed.
‘God, you’re a tight-cunted little whore,’ Tony whispered, withdrawing his pussy-slimed cock and again ramming it into her. ‘Tight, hot, wet…’
‘Just get it over with,’ she whimpered as guilt again swamped her.
‘I doubt that you’re as tight as your sweet little daughter, but…’
‘Shut up,’ Belinda hissed. ‘Leave Desiree out of this.’
‘I’ll leave Desiree out, all the time I have you to fuck and spunk.’
Her body jolting as Tony found his rhythm, the branch hurting her stomach, she rested her hands on the ground and grimaced. She detested the way he continually referred to Desiree, coming out with his lewd innuendoes and threats. The situation was bad enough without Tony’s quips, she reflected. She wondered whether the girl was still studying in her bedroom. To have Tony even mention Desiree’s name as he fucked her mother was obscene. Was he thinking about the girl now? she wondered, as he gasped and increased his vaginal-fucking rhythm. Was he picturing Desiree in her mother’s place, imagining that he was shafting her young virgin pussy with his huge cock as she bent over the branch?
‘Is that nice?’ he asked her, the squelching sounds of her vaginal juices resounding around the bushes as he repeatedly drove his knob deep into her tightening vaginal duct. ‘Is that hard and fast enough to please your adulterous little cunt?’
‘God, yes,’ Belinda answered, without thinking.
‘You love a good cock-shafting, don’t you? How many cocks have you had up your tight little cunt?’
‘I…I don’t know,’ Belinda said, his crude talk sending her arousal soaring.
‘Ten? Twenty?’
Her vaginal muscles were spasming as the sensitive tip of her erect clitoris was massaged by his wet shaft. She knew that she was nearing her climax as he grabbed her hips. Breathing in the scent of the bushes, the decaying leaves strewn around her feet, she again recalled her teenage years. Taking boys into the woods and stripping off, allowing them to suck her ripe nipples, finger her young pussy and fuck her senseless beneath the trees…What had become of her sex life? she reflected. Her husband had as good as neglected her feminine needs: oral sex was only a memory, foreplay was nonexistent…And he’d never talked dirty.
With Tony’s lower belly slapping her burning buttocks as he fucked her with a cruel vengeance, his swinging balls battering the gentle rise of her mons, she cried out as her aching clitoris erupted in orgasm. Her long black hair cascaded over the ground as the branch rocked and creaked and her body shook violently. She’d never known such an intense orgasm. On and on, tremors of sex rolled through her pelvis as Tony gasped and she felt his sperm flooding her vaginal cavern. Ramming into her, his knob battering her cervix, pumping her full of creamy spunk, Tony sustained her incredible climax and she again cried out in the grip of her illicit coming.
Gazing up between her splayed thighs and watching Tony’s sperm overflowing from her bloated vagina, hanging in a long strand from her outer lips and dropping to the ground, Belinda shuddered as her orgasm peaked. Never had she been used for crude sex like this; never had she been threatened, blackmailed and used purely to satisfy a man’s lust for cold sex. Focusing on his wet penile shaft repeatedly emerging and driving deep into her spermed pussy, she thought that she was going to pass out with the incredible pleasure she was deriving from the adulterous act.
‘You’re going to get this every day,’ Tony said, slapping her stinging buttocks and ramming his sperming knob deep into her sex-drenched pussy. ‘A damned good fucking every day. That’s what a slut like you needs.’
‘I can’t take any more,’ Belinda cried, watching the sperm hanging in a long thread from his scrotal sac. ‘Tony…Please, that’s enough.’
‘Of course you can take it.’ He chortled, slowing his pistoning rhythm as his sperm-flow ceased. ‘You’re a dirty little slut, Belinda. You should be used to getting fucked.’
‘God, no!’ she exclaimed as he again slapped her burning buttocks before withdrawing his spent penis. ‘Please, let me go now.’
‘I needed that,’ he said, hauling her shaking body upright and spinning her round. ‘Was that good enough for you?’
‘Yes, yes, it was,’ she replied without thinking. Brushing her long black hair away from her flushed face, she leaned on the branch to steady her trembling body. ‘Tony, that was…I have to go now.’
‘That was what? Amazing?’
‘Yes, no…’
‘Before you go, I’d like to take a good look at your tits,’ he said, tearing the front of her blouse open and lifting her bra.
‘For God’s sake,’ she cried as he sucked her ripe nipple into his wet mouth. ‘Tony, please…You’ve ripped my blouse to shreds.’
‘You have nice tits,’ he praised her. ‘I hope your husband appreciates your tits?’
‘No, he…he does. Leave me now. I have to go and see Desiree.’
‘You really do have nice tits,’ he repeated, squeezing her mammary spheres. ‘Probably not as hard and firm as Desiree’s, but…’
‘If you mention my daughter once more, I’ll…’
‘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 dreame
d 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?’