Depths of Depravation

by Ray Gordon

  ‘Does your husband often work away?’

  ‘Yes, he does. Desiree misses him terribly.’

  ‘Do you?’

  ‘Do I miss him? Yes, of course I do. I feel lonely and bored at times but…’

  ‘That’s where I come in. When he’s away, you can spend some time with me.’

  ‘That’s nice of you but…Let’s get one thing straight. We’re only friends, OK?’

  ‘OK. I’ll make sure that the fact that I fancy you to bits won’t come into it.’

  ‘Tony, don’t.’

  ‘Don’t what?’

  ‘Keep on like that.’

  ‘Are you weakening?’

  ‘No. Look, I’ll go home if you’re going to keep on.’

  ‘If you go home, then Desiree will probably come round to see me.’

  ‘Yes, I think she will. Tony, you will make it clear that you just want to be her friend?’

  ‘I’ve already done that, but I’ll tell her again.’

  ‘Why not say that you have a girlfriend?’

  ‘Because I’ve already said that I haven’t. The last thing I want is to start lying to Desiree. I’m a hopeless liar. When I was a kid, my mother used to say that my face went red whenever I lied. And she was right. You’re worrying too much again. Just relax and enjoy your drink.’

  ‘Yes, yes I will.’

  Sipping her vodka and orange as Tony put some music on, Belinda pondered on her husband. They got on all right, but Brian worked away so much that it wasn’t easy to have a proper relationship. She was alone in her bed more often than not and, when he was home, he was busy with the garden or decorating the house. He seemed to spend more time with Desiree than he did with her. They rarely went out these days, she mused. There was always so much to do before he went abroad again.

  ‘Another one?’ Tony asked as she knocked back her drink.

  ‘Well, I…’

  ‘Go on,’ he coaxed her with a chuckle. ‘It’ll help you to relax.’

  ‘I am relaxed,’ she said as he refilled her glass.

  ‘You’re tense, Belinda. You’re all wound up, and you know it.’

  ‘Yes, you’re right. It’s all this business with Desiree. I knew that she’d take an interest in boys at some stage. But to fall for a man old enough to be her father…’

  ‘Hang on,’ he said with a chortle. ‘You make me out to be ancient. I’m only twenty-seven.’

  ‘Sorry. You see, she’s doing so well with her college work. If she’s distracted now, if she neglects her work at this crucial point in her education –’

  ‘I know what you’re saying,’ he interrupted her. ‘If she falls in love, then you can say goodbye to her education.’

  ‘Yes, that’s right. God, this vodka is going to my head.’

  ‘In that case, have some more.’

  ‘Tony, I don’t want to go home drunk.’

  ‘And I don’t want you to go home at all.’

  Again pushing him away Again sitting by her side, Tony placed his hand on her naked knee and kissed her cheek. Belinda felt her stomach somersault as he locked his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. She tried to push him away, but finally succumbed and placed her hand behind his head and returned his kiss. Their mouths pressed together, their tongues entwined. Belinda let out a rush of breath as Tony slipped his hand up her skirt and sank his fingertips into the warm swell of her panties. It had been so long since anyone had paid her so much attention, she reflected. But she was married, this was her next-door neighbour, another man…

  ‘Tony, don’t,’ she whispered as her outer labia swelled and her vaginal muscles tightened. Ignoring her protest, he kneaded the swell of her vulval flesh through her tight panties. Her body quivering, her heart racing, she knew that this was so very wrong but…Her husband was away, no one would know what she’d done, she was safe enough. Again reminding herself that she was a married woman, she pushed his hand away and closed her thighs.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I don’t know what came over me.’

  ‘Why fight it?’ he asked her. ‘Why fight your feminine desires?’

  ‘Because I don’t have feminine desires. Not like that, anyway.’

  ‘You might fool yourself, but you don’t fool me. You want me as much as I want you, Belinda.’

  ‘Tony, no.’ She gasped as he eased her naked thighs apart and again pressed his fingers into the warm mound of her panties. ‘Tony, I don’t want this.’

  ‘Of course you do.’

  ‘Stop it, Tony,’ she said firmly, again pushing him away.

  ‘Perhaps I should have invited Desiree round?’

  ‘What do you mean by that?’

  ‘I was joking, Belinda.’

  ‘Were you?’

  ‘Yes, of course.’

  ‘I’d better get home.’ She sighed and rose to her feet. ‘It was a mistake to come here.’

  ‘Belinda, I don’t want to have to be rude to Desiree. If you go, then she’ll come round and…’

  ‘And what? This is a ridiculous situation. I have to stay here to keep my daughter away from you? If she comes round, I want you to tell her to go home. Say that you’re busy or you’re expecting a visitor.’

  ‘No, Belinda. I like Desiree very much. If she wants to come and see me, then I’m not going to send her away. I’m not going to lie to her.’

  ‘Don’t you understand that she thinks she’s fallen in love with you?’

  ‘Yes, I do understand that. And the best way to deal with it is to stay friends with her and she’ll eventually realise that –’

  ‘I’ll have to ground her unless you do as I ask.’

  ‘Ground her? Get real, Belinda. She’s sixteen years old, for God’s sake.’

  ‘Yes, well…’

  ‘Stay for a while longer. Have another drink.’

  ‘All right,’ Belinda agreed, retaking her seat as he filled her glass. ‘I want us to be good neighbours, Tony. The last thing I want is for us to end up not speaking to each other. Desiree is at a difficult age and –’

  ‘I still say that you’re making too much of all this,’ he broke in, passing her drink.

  ‘Tony, you’ve kissed my daughter, you’ve kissed me and put your hand up my skirt…I hope you didn’t do that to Desiree?’

  ‘Of course I didn’t. Can’t you get it into your head that I’m not interested in Desiree?’

  ‘You’re a normal man, a red-blooded man. You’ve already proved that by…’

  ‘I really fancy you, Belinda. But that doesn’t mean to say that I want sex with your daughter. You’re confused, getting yourself all mixed up.’

  ‘Yes, I am confused. When you kissed me…’

  ‘You enjoyed it?’

  Pondering on his question as she sipped her drink, Belinda couldn’t deny that she’d enjoyed his kiss. She’d never been in this situation before. Happily married to Brian, bringing up Desiree in a lovely home…Never had she dreamed about another man, let alone savoured a kiss or fingers pressing against the swell of her tight panties. Six weeks without her husband was a long time, she thought unhappily. Alone in her bed every night…Taking a deep breath, she pushed all thoughts of having an affair with Tony out of her mind.

  ‘You haven’t answered my question,’ Tony persisted, breaking her reverie. ‘Did you enjoy the kiss?’

  ‘The answer is no,’ she said firmly. ‘I didn’t enjoy kissing another man. I’m happily married, Tony. And I intend to stay that way. I don’t think it is a good idea to come here again.’

  ‘I wasn’t suggesting that you ruin your marriage,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘And why not call round now and then? I’d love to see you.’

  ‘No, it’s not a good idea. I’d better be going.’

  ‘Not to worry. No doubt Desiree will come and keep me company now and then.’

  ‘Tony, please…I have to go.’

  Leaving the house, Belinda didn’t know what to think. Tony was threaten
ing her, he’d sent her arousal soaring to frightening heights…Desiree had to be kept away from him, she decided. The girl was young and naive. She wasn’t in love, Belinda reflected. Infatuated, but certainly not in love. The trouble was that she might lose her virginity to Tony. If Tony played one against the other, mother against daughter…he wouldn’t do that, she was sure. Or would he?

  Three

  Gazing at Desiree’s short skirt and tight T-shirt, Belinda knew that things were going from bad to worse. The girl had announced that she wasn’t going to college, she was taking the day off to spend some time with Tony before he went to Ireland. She pouted her lips as her mother asked about her work and said that she’d catch up while Tony was away.

  ‘You’ve never taken a day off college,’ Belinda said. ‘And you’ve always been well ahead with your work.’

  ‘Perhaps it’s time I did have a day off, then,’ Desiree said.

  ‘Tony didn’t tell me that he was going to Ireland.’

  ‘Why should he when you went to see him about curtains?’

  ‘Well, I thought he might have mentioned it.’

  ‘He’s only there for a couple of days, and then he’s off to Thailand for a week.’

  ‘Oh, right,’ Belinda said, trying not to sound pleased. ‘So, you won’t be seeing much of him?’

  ‘No, I won’t. But he did say that we should make the most of our time together. That’s why I’m going to see him now.’

  ‘Well, I have to go into town. I’ll see you later.’

  Leaving the house, Desiree hoped that Tony hadn’t left yet. She’d spent too long in the shower and getting ready, she reflected, as she rang the doorbell. But she’d wanted to look nice for him. Brushing her long black hair away from her face, she rang the bell again. Her stomach sinking, she reckoned that she must have missed him. This wasn’t going to work, she mused dolefully. Her mother going on at her, Tony going away …Hanging her head, she was about to go home when the door opened.

  ‘Oh, hi,’ Tony said, smiling at her. ‘You’re bright and early.’

  ‘I wanted to see you before you left,’ Desiree said, walking into the hall. ‘I hope it’s not too early?’

  ‘No, no, I’m not leaving until ten. You look lovely, as always.’

  ‘Thanks. I should be at college, but…As you’re going away, I thought I’d come and see you. What did my mum say when she was here last night?’

  ‘We chatted about this and that. Nothing much, really.’

  ‘She said that you only want to be friends with me. Is that right?’

  ‘You know how I feel about you, Desiree.’

  ‘But you told my mum that you only wanted to be friends.’

  ‘Yes, I did. I said that because she worries about you. She thinks that I’m too old for you.’

  ‘Do you think that?’

  ‘No, I don’t. But I must admit that I’m finding it difficult to start up a relationship with you.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Because…To be honest, I want to enjoy a full relationship with you. By full, I mean…’

  ‘I know what you mean.’ She sighed.

  ‘With your mum watching you like a hawk, it’s not easy. Take last night, for example. We were just getting to know each other, and she turned up. Where is she now?’

  ‘At home. She’s going into town later, though.’

  ‘So, she’ll probably come round in a minute to check up on you?’

  ‘No, well…She might.’

  ‘You’re going to have to lie to her, Desiree.’

  ‘Lie? How? What do you mean?’

  ‘Don’t say that you’re coming here. Tell her that you’re going somewhere else.’

  ‘And then sneak round here?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘I’ve never lied to my mum.’

  ‘If you want a relationship with me, then it looks as if you’ll have to. Can’t you see that?’

  ‘Yes, I suppose so.’

  ‘It would be best to tell her that there’s nothing between us. Just say that we’re friends.’

  ‘Yes, I will. But…We are more than friends, aren’t we?’

  ‘Of course we are, Desiree. As I said, you know how I feel about you.’

  ‘I wish you didn’t have to go to Ireland.’

  ‘I could ring Ian and tell him…’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘As I said, he wants to go because he has relatives there. The thing is…If I stay here…We will have a proper relationship, won’t we?’

  ‘Yes, yes we will. Look, I’ll go and tell Mum that I’m going to college. You ring your friend and I’ll sneak back.’

  ‘OK, it’s a deal.’

  Leaving the house, Desiree didn’t like the idea of lying to her mother. But, as Tony had said, there was no other way if she wanted a proper relationship. She found her mother in the kitchen and announced that she was leaving for college. Belinda smiled, her expression depicting her relief as she grabbed her handbag and said that she was going into town. Desiree waited until she’d left the house and sneaked back to Tony’s and slipped in through the front door. Although swamped with guilt, she was pleased to have some time to spend with Tony.

  ‘OK?’ he asked as she wandered into the lounge.

  ‘Yes, she’s gone into town. Did you phone your friend?’

  ‘Yes, and I’m not going to Ireland.’

  ‘That’s great,’ Desiree trilled excitedly, her fresh face beaming. ‘So, we have all day together.’

  ‘Indeed, we do. Perhaps we should really get to know each other?’

  ‘Er…Yes.’

  ‘You don’t sound very keen.’

  ‘No, no…I suppose I’m a little nervous.’

  ‘We’ll play a little game to relax you.’

  ‘A game? What sort of game?’

  ‘Bend over the armchair, and I’ll spank you. We’ll pretend that you’ve been a naughty little girl and –’

  ‘No, Tony. I…I don’t want to.’

  ‘It’s only a game,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘It’ll relax you, loosen you up. It won’t be a real spanking.’

  ‘It’s not right, though. I mean, spanking isn’t normal.’

  ‘I really don’t see us getting anywhere.’ Tony sighed. ‘I suppose you’re too young to play adult games.’

  ‘I’m not too young,’ she returned. ‘It’s just that…What has spanking got to do with love?’

  ‘It’s all part of a physical relationship. Come on, Desiree. It’s only a little fun.’

  ‘Well, I…I suppose so.’

  Leaning over the back of the armchair, Desiree bit her lip as Tony stood behind her and lifted her short skirt up over her back. Running his fingertips over the cotton-covered orbs of her firm bottom, he squeezed and kneaded her rounded buttocks. Her long black hair veiled her flushed face as he ran his fingers up and down her bottom-crease. She grimaced as his finger pushed into the groove of her bottom. Although she did her best to relax and enjoy the so-called adult game, this wasn’t what she’d expected. She’d thought that they’d go up to Tony’s bed and make love and…

  ‘I don’t go much on panties,’ Tony enlightened her, pushing the tight cotton material into the groove of her bottom. ‘I prefer thongs.’

  ‘I…I don’t have a thong,’ she said.

  ‘I’ll get you one. You have a beautiful bottom, Desiree. Have you ever been spanked?’

  ‘No, no, I haven’t.’

  ‘Not at school by a male teacher or by your dad?’

  ‘No one’s ever spanked me.’

  Tony rudely pulled her panties down, exposing the firm cheeks of her teenage bottom, and knelt down and kissed each warm buttock in turn. Desiree gasped, her young body trembling as she felt his wet tongue running over the tensed flesh of her bottom. This wasn’t normal, she was sure, as he parted her rounded buttocks with his thumbs. This had nothing to do with love, with making love. As his tongue ran up and down the gully of her bottom, repeatedly sweeping over her s
ecret brown hole, she stood upright.

  ‘I don’t want you to do that,’ she protested, turning and looking down at him.

  ‘For God’s sake, Desiree,’ he said agitatedly. ‘Lean over the chair, or I really will spank you.’

  ‘Tony, I…’

  ‘This is a complete waste of time,’ he snapped. ‘If we can’t even enjoy a little game together, then…Perhaps I should forget about you and get to know your mother a little better.’

  ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘Nothing, I was joking. Are you going to bend over or not?’

  Again leaning over the back of the chair, Desiree pondered on his words…get to know your mother a little better. What did he mean by that? she wondered, as he again parted her firm buttocks and exposed her anal inlet. His tongue explored her there, wetting the delicate brown tissue surrounding her tight hole and she instinctively knew that this was not normal. But, if that’s what Tony wanted, then she had no choice if she was to embark on a full relationship with him.

  The tip of his tongue entered her tight hole, slipping into the dank heat of her rectal duct, and he stretched her firm buttocks wider apart. Unable to imagine her father committing such a debased act with her mother, she couldn’t understand Tony. He’d kissed her passionately, sucked on her milk teats, massaged deep inside her vagina…That was normal, she reflected. Warm and loving. But to push his tongue into her bottom hole? Shuddering as she tightened her muscles, she knew that she couldn’t relax. If she was supposed to be enjoying his crude attention, if she was supposed to be deriving some sort of pleasure from his anal licking…

  ‘You taste beautiful,’ he whispered. His wet tongue lapped at her anal ring.

  ‘Tony,’ she began shakily. ‘Tony, I…’

  ‘You want more?’

  ‘No, I…’

  His wet tongue again entered the tight sheath of her rectum. He pulled her panties down to her knees and cupped her full pussy lips in the palm of his hand. His finger entered her tight vagina, massaging the creamy walls of her sex sheath, and he managed to push his tongue further into her rectum. Desiree trembled, her breathing unsteady as she again thought how wrong and debased his act was. His tongue seemingly driving into the very core of her trembling body, his finger exploring deep into her virgin pussy, he seemed to lose himself in his debauched act. Desiree could hear his mouth slurping, his finger squelching her vaginal juices. Was this normal? she wondered for the umpteenth time.