Depths of Depravation

by Ray Gordon

  Shuddering as her orgasm rocked her very soul, she prayed for Desiree to listen to her father. Once he was home and he discovered her so-called love for Tony, he’d talk to her, make her see sense. Desiree had always listened to him, taken his advice. She looked up to him, and would understand his concern. But, in the meantime, it was down to Belinda to safeguard the girl’s virginity.

  ‘Tight-cunted slut,’ Tony said, making his final thrusts as his swinging balls drained. ‘You must have gone for years without a good fucking.’

  ‘Shut up,’ Belinda snapped as her orgasm began to wane and guilt consumed her. ‘I have a very good sex life with my husband.’

  ‘That’s not what Desiree said.’ He chortled as he withdrew his deflating cock from her sperm-bubbling vagina.

  ‘What? What the hell has she been saying?’

  ‘I’d best not divulge our conversation.’

  ‘Let me go, for God’s sake,’ Belinda said. ‘Desiree knows nothing about my sex life. You’re just trying to cause trouble, as usual.’

  ‘I’ll let you go after I’ve taken a couple of photographs for my collection.’

  ‘Don’t you dare take photographs of me,’ she hissed through gritted teeth as he grabbed his camera. ‘Tony, if you…’

  ‘Too late.’ He chuckled as he knelt behind her and focused on her sex-dripping vaginal lips. ‘Give me a big smile.’

  ‘Not my face, for Christ’s sake.’

  ‘Perfect. I like to have a little insurance.’

  ‘Insurance? What the hell are you talking about?’

  ‘Should you decide to go blabbing to your husband, I’ll show him what sort of woman he’s married to.’

  ‘Let me go, you bastard.’

  Finally Tony pulled the wooden frame upright and released the handcuffs. He stood back and watched Belinda straighten her trembling body. Adjusting her clothes and running her fingers through her dishevelled hair, she ignored his crude remarks about sperm running down her inner thighs. All she wanted to do was get home and take a shower, wash away the signs of her adulterous act. Grabbing her torn panties from the floor as he opened the door for her, she hoped that Desiree hadn’t heard the debauchery – her mother’s debauched whimpers.

  ‘I’ll see you later,’ Tony said as she fled the room and bounded down the stairs. She left by the back door and slipped through the bushes at the end of the garden, hoping that her daughter wasn’t looking out of her window as she headed for the safety of her house. Sperm streamed from her inflamed vagina, her bottom burned like hell, her clothes were crumpled…

  ‘God,’ Desiree said as Belinda slipped into the kitchen. ‘Are you all right? What happened to you?’

  ‘I…I got caught up in the bushes,’ Belinda lied. ‘I was clearing up and…It’s all right, I’m OK.’

  ‘You’re a right mess. You’d better get cleaned up.’

  ‘Yes, I will. Has Jenny gone?’

  ‘She’s just left. I didn’t realise that you were gardening.’

  ‘I thought I’d make the most of the fine weather. Desiree, we need to talk.’

  ‘Oh? What about?’

  ‘Things, everything.’

  ‘What things?’

  ‘I know that you think you’re in love with Tony.’

  ‘I don’t think that at all. I’ve already told you, he has a girlfriend.’

  ‘Desiree, I don’t quite know how to put this. Tony has made several passes at me.’

  ‘Passes at you?’ She giggled. ‘Mum, be serious.’

  ‘I’m not unattractive, Desiree.’

  ‘I know, but…’

  ‘I’m telling you for your own good. He’s only after sex.’

  ‘Here we go again.’ Desiree sighed, raising her eyes to the ceiling. ‘Another lecture.’

  ‘No, not a lecture. This is a serious talk. I’m only a few years older than Tony. Why you should laugh when I say that he’s made passes at me, I really don’t know.’

  ‘Because you’re my mum. I’m not saying that you’re old or anything, but…’

  ‘But what? I’m a woman, Desiree. Why shouldn’t a man fancy me?’

  ‘Yes, but not Tony.’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘Because…Firstly, in case you’ve forgotten, you’re a married woman.’

  ‘Of course I haven’t forgotten.’

  ‘Since the day Tony moved in, you’ve been weird. You’ve changed, Mum.’

  ‘Me? Desiree, you’re the one who’s changed.’

  ‘You know that Tony likes me and you know how much I like him. You’re jealous.’

  ‘Jealous? Desiree, I’m far from jealous. I’m anything but jealous. We used to do things together, talk to each other. The garden, shopping, housework, going for walks…We hardly see each other now. You help Tony with his garden and –’

  ‘That proves it,’ Desiree cut in. ‘You’re jealous. Shall I tell you what I think? I think that you have been making passes at Tony.’

  ‘For God’s sake, Desiree.’

  ‘To keep him away from me, you’ve been chasing after him. That is right, isn’t it?’

  ‘That’s ridiculous.’

  ‘That’s why your clothes are all crumpled. You’ve been trying to get off with Tony. Is that what your panties were doing in the bushes? Had you pulled them off for him?’

  ‘Desiree, please,’ Belinda called as the girl stormed out of the room. ‘Desiree…’

  Holding her hand to her head as Desiree slammed her bedroom door shut, Belinda couldn’t believe how close to the truth her daughter was. This was worse than a nightmare, she reflected, acutely aware of sperm running down her inner thighs as she climbed the stairs. She’d made a complete mess of attempting to talk to Desiree, she thought sadly, as she closed and locked the bathroom door. And she’d made things ten times worse.

  After a shower, Belinda slipped into a summer dress and went out into the garden. There was no point in trying to talk to Desiree again. The girl was locked in her room, and would no doubt stay there for several hours. Her buttocks still stinging from the riding crop as she sat on a patio chair, Belinda tried to comprehend the incredible situation. Her husband hadn’t been gone for more than a week and Tony had only just moved in…And her life had been turned upside down and inside out.

  Although she’d committed adultery for Desiree’s sake, she knew that she’d harboured a yearning for sexual satisfaction for many years. The odd shafting from Brian as he’d snuggled up behind her in bed had left her full of sperm, but empty inside. She realised now that she’d craved real sex, gratifying sex, for a long time. Perhaps she was using Desiree as an excuse? she pondered. Screwing Tony to preserve her daughter’s virginity was the ideal excuse to enjoy rampant sex. But, whatever the reason for her adultery, she knew that she was drifting away from Desiree. A wedge was being driven between them. And Tony was that wedge.

  Pondering on the future, Belinda wondered where the path she was treading would take her. She was now moving away from her twee marriage, her insular world, but where to? Could she enjoy crude sex with Tony and yet remain with her husband? Could she live a double life? The loyal, faithful and loving wife when her husband was around, and the common sex-starved slut when he was away. Two lives, two men…

  ‘I’m going out,’ Desiree announced, leaning on the back-door frame.

  ‘Oh, er…Where to?’ Belinda asked, smiling at the girl.

  ‘I don’t know. Just out.’

  ‘All right,’ Belinda said, noticing Tony hovering in his garden. ‘I’ll see you later.’

  ‘Maybe,’ Desiree said, turning and disappearing into the house.

  ‘Everything all right?’ Tony asked.

  ‘No, it’s not,’ Belinda replied as the front door slammed shut.

  ‘Is Desiree in a bad mood?’

  ‘I’m the one who’s in a bad mood,’ Belinda snapped, walking across the lawn. ‘Do you realise just what you’ve done?’

  ‘Fucked your sweet little –’

>   ‘To me, to my family. You’ve ruined my relationship with my daughter and –’

  ‘Me?’

  ‘Yes, you. Until you turned up, everything was fine.’

  ‘How can you blame me? Just because you’re screwing your life up…’

  ‘Screwing my life up? You’re the one who’s screwing my life up. And my daughter’s life.’

  ‘I think you need a hard screw,’ he quipped.

  ‘Keep your voice down. I’ve given you my body, Tony. To save Desiree from your perverted ways, I’ve allowed you to…She found my panties in the bushes.’

  ‘You shouldn’t have left them there.’

  ‘I had a hell of a job explaining how they got there. She now thinks that I’m after you, making passes at you and…’

  ‘Aren’t you?’

  ‘No, I am not. All right, my sex life with my husband isn’t up to much. But that doesn’t mean to say that I want sex with you.’

  ‘Don’t you?’

  ‘Look, I’ll do anything to keep you and Desiree apart. If you want sex, then…’ Her words tailing off as she heard Desiree’s bedroom window close. She bit her lip. ‘God, she’s been listening.’ She sighed. ‘I thought she’d gone out.’

  Belinda dashed into the house, climbed the stairs and tapped on her daughter’s bedroom door. Wondering what the girl had heard, how much of the conversation she’d heard, she knew that she couldn’t put things right now. She called out, asking Desiree to let her in, and said that she could explain everything. Hearing soft cries, whimpers of despair, she hung her head. Desiree obviously believed that her mother was a jealous slut who was prepared to have sex with Tony in order to keep him away from her. That was partly true, Belinda reflected. But Desiree would never understand.

  Eight

  ‘You’re up early,’ Belinda said, wondering whether Desiree was going to talk to her as she walked into the kitchen.

  ‘I didn’t sleep very well,’ the girl said coldly. ‘My mind was cluttered with images of you and…’

  ‘We’d better talk.’ Belinda sighed.

  ‘You’re the one who needs to talk,’ Desiree returned. ‘You’re the one who needs to explain.’

  ‘Yes, well…The thing is…’

  “ ‘I’ll do anything to keep you and Desiree apart.” That’s what you said to Tony, isn’t it?’

  ‘Yes, but…’

  “ ‘My sex life with my husband isn’t up to much.” How come you’re discussing your sex life with your next-door neighbour?’

  ‘Desiree, listen to me for a moment. You obviously heard snippets of my conversation with Tony, and you’ve got the wrong end of the stick. You’ve taken the bits you heard out of context.’

  “ ‘She found my panties in the bushes.” Why were you telling Tony that I’d found your panties in the bushes?’

  ‘If you’d just listen to me and allow me to explain…I was talking about sex because I’ve been trying to protect you. God, I don’t know where to begin. Tony is a highly sexed man. When I said that I’d do anything to keep you and him apart, I was trying to explain that you want to go on to university and shouldn’t be distracted.’

  ‘He’s not distracting me.’

  ‘Isn’t he? How much work have you done since he moved in? How many days have you taken off college?’

  ‘OK, so I’ve had other interests, but…’

  ‘Tony has been taunting me, Desiree. He’s been saying that you’re young and beautiful and he could easily get you into his bed.’

  ‘He has a girlfriend. He’s told me that he’s not interested in anything other than friendship with me. Why are you lying?’

  ‘I’m not lying. To him, all this is a game. He knows how protective I am towards you, and he enjoys taunting me.’

  ‘Why tell him about your sex life with Dad? Why tell him intimate details about your marriage?’

  ‘I wasn’t telling him intimate details. He was saying that I should be having fun while Dad’s away. He said that things go stale after years of marriage and all I said was…I admitted that my sex life wasn’t up to much. Had you listened, you’d have then heard me say that the passion might die off but the love grows.’

  ‘And your panties? Why tell Tony that I found your panties in the bushes?’

  ‘Because he’d seen them there. He made some joke or other about someone leaving a pair of panties in the bushes. I said that the wind had blown them off the line and you’d found them. There was nothing dark or mysterious about our conversation, Desiree. You overheard bits and pieces, put two and two together and…’

  ‘Why are you still trying to keep us apart when I’ve told you that he has a girlfriend? He’s not interested in me, so why keep on like this?’

  ‘He said that you showed him your thong. I didn’t even know that you had a thong. And as for lifting your skirt up and showing it to Tony…’

  ‘I…There was nothing wrong with that. I’d bought it in town and decided to show him, that was all.’

  ‘Didn’t you think that you’d turn him on by doing that? An attractive sixteen-year-old girl lifting her skirt up and showing her thong to a man…That’s an invitation if ever there was one.’

  ‘OK, maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Why was he telling you about it?’

  ‘He was taunting me. He’s always taunting me, Desiree. That proves it, doesn’t it? He was making lewd jokes about the panties in the bushes, saying that you’d lifted your skirt up and –’

  ‘Hang on, I don’t understand. Why would he want to taunt you?’

  ‘As I said, this is all a game to him. He’ll obviously deny it. He’ll probably say that I’m trying to stir up trouble.’

  ‘Aren’t you? I mean, you said that you’d do anything to keep us apart so…Does that include having sex with him?’

  ‘God, no.’ Belinda gasped, shocked by her daughter’s insight. ‘How can you say such a thing?’

  ‘Quite easily, seeing as you told him that your sex life is no good and he said that you should be having fun while Dad’s away. Anyway, Tony is a virgin.’

  ‘What?’ Belinda giggled. ‘Tony? A virgin? God, he’s had more women than…’

  ‘He told me that he’s a virgin, and I believe him.’

  ‘Desiree, if you believe that you’ll believe anything. Can’t you see that I’m trying to protect you? When I was your age, I made some very big mistakes. I don’t want to stand by and watch you make the same mistakes.’

  ‘What mistakes did you make?’

  ‘I…I went with boys. Neglecting my studies, I had lots of boyfriends and…’

  ‘You put it about?’

  ‘Well, yes.’

  ‘How many boys?’

  ‘Oh, I don’t know.’

  ‘Ten? Twenty? Fifty?’

  ‘No, no. I can’t remember how many.’

  ‘You lost count, you mean?’

  ‘No, of course not.’

  ‘At sixteen years old, you fucked around and lost count.’

  ‘Don’t use that word, Desiree.’

  ‘Why not? It’s the right word, isn’t it? So, you were a slut during your teens? What changed you?’

  ‘I wasn’t a slut. Marriage changed me and…’

  ‘You’ve been after Tony, haven’t you?’

  ‘Of course not. That’s the last thing I’d do.’

  ‘Just like you were during your teenage years, you want to fuck around. With Dad away and Tony next door…I was right, you’re jealous. You want Tony for yourself, that’s why you’d do anything to keep us apart.’

  ‘That’s not true, Desiree.’

  ‘I overheard other things, you know.’

  ‘Such as?’

  ‘Does Dad know that you fucked around before you met him? Does he know that you were a slut?’

  ‘Desiree, please…’

  ‘I’m going to talk to Tony,’ Desire said, opening the back-door. ‘I’ll ask him what you said.’

  ‘Desiree, wait.’

  Belinda
sighed as she watched her daughter run across the lawn and disappear into the bushes. She knew that she’d made things worse than ever. She should never have mentioned her teenage years, she reflected. But she’d only been trying to explain why she was overly protective, why she didn’t want her daughter going off the rails. Desiree now thought her a slut who fucked about. What the hell was Tony saying to Desiree? If the girl went blabbing to her father…Could this get any worse? Belinda pondered.

  * * *

  ‘She’s lying,’ Tony said firmly. ‘I’ve never come out with lewd jokes or taunted her.’

  ‘Why was she telling you about her sex life with my dad?’ Desiree sighed. ‘That’s not the sort of thing married women discuss with other men. And why did you say that she should be having fun while Dad’s away?’

  ‘She’s taken it out of context. All I was saying was that she should relax a little and not worry so much about you. I said that she should be having some fun rather than spending her time checking up on you.’

  ‘What I don’t understand is why you told her that I’d lifted my skirt up and shown you my thong. That was taunting her, Tony. There’s no other word for it.’

  ‘Again, she’s taken it out of context. I was saying that I only want to be friends with you. I mentioned that we’re more like brother and sister and you showing me your thong…Look, this is crazy. Aren’t you going to college today?’

  ‘Yes, I suppose I should. I’ll see you later this afternoon. Are you going to work?’

  ‘I’m waiting for a phone call.’

  ‘Oh, right. Well, I’ll see you later.’

  * * *

  After breakfast, Belinda decided to have another talk with Tony. With Desiree at college, she’d have time for a proper discussion, and not be overheard. Wearing her summer dress, she called at his front door rather than go sneaking through the bushes. Things were going to change, she decided. Desiree was stuck in the middle, used as a pawn in some horrendous adult sex game. The girl should be enjoying her studies, mixing with girls of her own age and living her life. This nightmare was going to end. And the fence panel was going back in place, dividing the gardens and keeping the pervert at bay.