by Ray Gordon
‘There’s nothing I like more than the feel of a girl’s tight arse gripping my cock,’ he said, again slapping her bare bottom.
‘I’ve never known a man like you,’ Belinda said as he withdrew his rock-hard cock and rammed his bulbous knob deep into the dank heat of her bowels. ‘You’re evil.’
‘In that case, you’re lucky to have met me.’ He chortled. ‘It’s high time you had your arse fucked, Belinda. A slut like you should be arse-fucked regularly, don’t you agree?’
‘I’m not a slut,’ she returned.
‘You’re a slut, and you know it.’
He was right, she thought dolefully. Even Desiree, her own daughter, had called her a slut. Once a slut, always a slut. At sixteen years old, you fucked around and lost count. Desiree’s harsh words battered her tormented mind as Tony found his anal pistoning rhythm. Belinda’s naked body rocked back and forth with the crude rectal pumping. Even though she was a slut, she’d never dreamed about anal sex. And she’d certainly never thought that she’d experience the forbidden act. The brown tissue surrounding her stretched anus rolling back and forth along Tony’s solid shaft, she closed her eyes and tried not to think of her husband or her daughter. This was her secret life, she mused. Her dark and very dirty secret.
Unable to deny that the amazing sensations were driving her wild, she began whimpering as her vaginal milk seeped between the engorged wings of her inner labia. This was real sex, she mused dreamily, her clitoris becoming painfully solid. Losing herself in her arousal, she clung to the sofa cushion and breathed deeply through her nose as her neighbour committed the illicit act. Tony reached beneath his swinging balls, drove two fingers into the tightening sheath of her drenched vagina and massaged her hot inner flesh. Dizzy in her sexual delirium, lost in her crude act of adultery, Belinda shook violently as she neared her climax. Her inflamed anal duct tightening around Tony’s thrusting cock, she hoped that his sperm would soon fill her and lubricate the forbidden union.
‘Like it?’ Tony asked, quickening his thrusting motions.
‘God, yes,’ Belinda murmured, rocking her hips to meet his penile thrusts.
‘You’re a tight-arsed little bitch, Belinda. If your husband doesn’t fuck your arse, then he doesn’t know what he’s missing.’
Wishing that Tony wouldn’t continually refer to her husband and Desiree, Belinda felt her anal muscles tighten around his shafting cock as her neglected clitoris swelled. Again his fingers thrust deep into her vaginal cavity and his knob repeatedly drove deep into the heat of her bowels. She couldn’t imagine her daughter consenting to anal sex: Desiree needed a warm, loving relationship with a caring man, not crude anal sex with a pervert. Again trying not to think about her daughter, she parted her knees wider and jutted her bottom out to allow Tony deeper access to the core of her abused body.
‘Are you ready for your first arse-spunking?’ Tony asked his slave.
‘Yes, yes, do it,’ Belinda said, squeezing her eyes shut as her inflamed anal duct gripped his pistoning cock tighter. ‘Fuck my arse hard and spunk me.’
Again, her crude words of lust shocked her. Was this her true character surfacing? she pondered. Forcing at least three fingers deep into her spasming vaginal sheath, Tony let out a gasp of pleasure as his sperm jetted from his orgasming knob. His male cream lubricated her anal cylinder and eased the pistoning of his granite-hard cock. She shuddered and whimpered in the grip of her adulterous act. The squelching sound of his spunk resounded around the room, the warm liquid spurting from her overflowing rectum. She reached between her thighs and massaged her clitoris to a much-needed orgasm.
‘Harder,’ she cried as he repeatedly rammed his throbbing knob deep into her sperm-flooded bowels. ‘Fuck my arse harder and fill me with your spunk.’
‘Filthy slut,’ he said, his lower belly slapping the crimsoned globes of her bottom. ‘Dirty, filthy, little whore slut.’
‘God, you’re so big,’ she whimpered as her clitoris pulsated beneath her vibrating fingertips. ‘I’m…I’m coming.’
Her orgasm erupted within the painfully hard bulb of her clitoris and Belinda cried out in the grip of her illicit shafting. Throwing her head back, her curtain of long black hair veiling her flushed face, she screamed as her climax peaked and rocked her very soul. Never had she known an orgasm of such intensity and duration, never had she realised the immense pleasure derivable from her tight bottom hole. Her bloated sex holes burning and inflamed, she couldn’t help but cry out as she rode the crest of her multiple orgasm. Tony’s fingers massaged his thrusting cock through the thin membrane dividing her lust ducts and she again let out a scream of debased pleasure. Never had she been so beautifully used and abused in the name of depraved sex. Never had she been arse-fucked in the name of adultery.
‘You’re bloody good,’ Tony praised her as he finally withdrew his deflating penis from her sperm-drenched anal duct. ‘You’re the best arse-fuck I’ve ever had.’
‘God, I feel dizzy,’ Belinda said. ‘That was incredible.’
‘I’m glad you enjoyed your first arse-fucking.’ He chortled. ‘This is only the beginning. From now on, you’re going to have your tight little bottom fucked and spunked every day.’
‘I have to go now,’ she murmured, hauling her sated body upright. ‘Desiree will be wondering where I am.’
‘I’ll allow you to go, but you’ll come back later.’
‘Yes, yes all right.’
‘And when you come back, you’ll show me your shaved pussy.’
Deciding not to argue with him, Belinda grabbed her clothes and dressed. Pulling her panties up her long legs and veiling her inflamed sex holes, she knew that she was going to have to compose herself before facing Desiree. Running her fingers through her tousled hair, she decided to tell the girl that she’d been out for a walk in the park. Hoping that Desiree wouldn’t be suspicious, she felt Tony’s sperm seeping from the burning eye of her anus and soaking into her tight panties. A dog, she reflected. A lump of female flesh used and abused…
‘I’ll see you later,’ Tony said as Belinda headed for the door.
‘Don’t tell Desiree that I’ve been here,’ she said as he followed her into the hall. ‘Say nothing to her, all right?’
‘I’ll say nothing at all, Belinda. If you shave, that is.’
‘Tony…’
‘I’ll see you later.’ He chuckled, opening the front door for her. ‘Shaved and ready for another arsefucking and a damned good caning.’
Nine
Opening the front door and stepping into the hall, Belinda called out for Desiree. Her hair dishevelled, her face flushed, she knew that she couldn’t make out that she’d fallen over again. What could she say? she pondered. Reckoning that the girl had gone back to college, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to go upstairs and take a shower and change into some clean clothes when the phone rang. Should she answer it? she mused. Was it Tony calling to remind her to shave her pussy?
Sperm oozed from her inflamed bottom hole, wetting her tight panties as she walked into the lounge, and she was pleased that Desiree wasn’t around. The girl would only become suspicious and start asking searching questions. Lifting the receiver, she knew that she couldn’t keep coming home looking as though she’d been dragged through the bushes backwards. Things were going to have to change, she decided.
‘It’s me,’ Brian said as Belinda pressed the receiver to her ear.
‘Oh, hi,’ she said, acutely aware of her sperm-drenched panties. ‘Er…How are you?’
‘I’m fine. It’s you I’m concerned about.’
‘Me? What do you mean?’
‘Desiree rang me at the hotel. She seemed concerned.’
‘Concerned? About what?’
‘She said that you’ve been spending a lot of time with the man next door.’
‘Oh, our new neighbour?’ Belinda said shakily, wondering what on earth Desiree had been saying. ‘I wouldn’t say that I’ve spent a lot of time
…’
‘You’ve had a drink with him?’
‘A glass of wine, yes. I’ve been helping him to choose curtains, that sort of thing. What did Desiree say, exactly?’
‘It wasn’t so much what she said but the impression I got.’
‘Which was?’
‘Are you sure that everything’s all right? I mean, spending time with this man and…’
‘Everything’s fine, Brian. Tony, that’s our new neighbour, is a very nice young man. I’ve been advising him about curtains and Desiree has been helping him to plan his garden.’
‘You’re well in with him, then?’
‘I wouldn’t say that. The truth of the matter is that Desiree has fallen for him. I’ve been trying to steer her away from him and encourage her to get back to her studies. He’s twenty-seven and…’
‘I got the impression that you were the one who needed to be steered away from him, Belinda.’
‘Me!’ she exclaimed, her hands trembling. ‘Why would I need to be steered away from him?’
‘You must get very lonely.’
‘Brian, what the hell are you suggesting?’
‘A single man moves in next door, you’re on your own for six weeks…’
‘Yes, I do get very lonely. But not so lonely that I’d have an affair with the man next door. Or any man, for that matter. What on earth do you think I am?’
‘I didn’t mean it that way.’
‘What did you mean, then? Look, I’ve been going next door with Desiree to make sure that she isn’t alone with him too often. You’ve got the wrong end of the stick, Brian.’
‘Yes, well…I’m sorry. It’s just that Desiree seemed concerned.’
‘If she’s concerned about anything then it’s because I’m always around when she wants to be alone with Tony. I’m just trying to protect her, Brian.’
‘Yes, I can see that. OK, I’d better be going. I’ll ring tomorrow, if I can.’
‘All right. And don’t worry.’
‘I won’t, love. I’m sorry.’
‘There’s nothing to be sorry about. Just don’t go getting any silly ideas.’
‘I’d hate to think that you’re going with another man.’
‘Don’t be so silly,’ she said, forcing a giggle. ‘Another man, indeed.’
‘When we first met, you said that you were a virgin.’
‘Yes, I…I remember.’
‘To think of you with another man…Sorry, now I am being silly.’
‘I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Brian.’
‘OK, bye for now.’
Belinda replaced the receiver and held her hand to her head as guilt swamped her. Desiree had gone too far, she thought angrily. Her heart banged hard against her chest as she pondered on lying to her husband, betraying her husband. She recalled Tony’s cock shafting her tight bottom hole. Adultery. The word battering her tormented mind, she knew that it was too late to change things now. You said that you were a virgin. She’d lied to Brian from day one, she mused. But, had she told him that she’d been with dozens of boys, allowed two boys to spunk in her mouth simultaneously…And now, she was still lying to him.
Desiree was obviously trying to cause trouble, Belinda reflected. But why? Did she really believe that her mother wanted her out of the way so that she could have an affair with Tony? If she did believe that, then she was right, Belinda thought anxiously. Desiree’s suspicions were bad enough without Brian adding to the horror by asking awkward questions. This was a nightmare situation, and it was getting worse.
Making her way up to the bathroom and slipping out of her clothes, Belinda decided not to say anything to Desiree. Having quelled Brian’s suspicions, it was best to leave it at that. But, if Desiree started blabbing again Belinda knew that there was nothing she could do, other than be very careful. Her visits to Tony’s house would have to be planned in advance. Then again, if Desiree was going to come home from college in the middle of the day…This needn’t be a nightmare, Belinda decided. With careful planning, things would be fine.
Stepping into the shower, she pondered on Tony’s request, his demand. You’ll shave, and that’s the end of the matter. Massaging shampoo into her long black hair, she wondered how long it would take for her pubic hair to grow. Two weeks? Four weeks? By the time her husband had returned from Tokyo, she was sure that her pussy would once again sport a good covering of dark curls. If Tony didn’t cane her bottom, if her curls grew back…Brian would be none the wiser.
She took the shaving foam from the shelf, turned the shower off and massaged the cream into her vulval mound. She knew that Desiree would be horrified if she discovered that her mother had shaved her pussy for another man. But the girl would never discover her secret, she mused, as she took the razor from the shelf. To shave just this once would be all right, she decided. Desiree must never discover the shocking truth about her mother’s filthy whoredom.
Dragging the razor over the gentle rise of her mons, Belinda again recalled her early teenage years. When she’d first explored the intimate folds nestling within her crack and discovered her ripening clitoris, her tight vaginal sheath, she’d woken her inner desires. From that fateful day forwards, she’d looked at boys in a new light. She’d wondered about their cocks, their balls, and had wasted no time in getting her hands inside a lad’s trousers. The hardness of his young cock, the feel of his silky-smooth knob, the taste of his creamy spunk…From that day of sexual discovery, she was hooked on sex. And then marriage came.
Working the razor over the fleshy swell of her vulval lips, she finished the job of depilation and washed away the foam and curls with the shower. Her clitoris swelling as she dried her naked body with a towel, she became acutely aware of her nude pussy. Feeling the soft flesh of her swelling pussy lips, the smoothness of her sensitive vulval flesh, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror and grinned. Far from horrified by the sight that met her wide eyes, she felt a quiver of excitement run through her womb.
Finally leaving the bathroom, she slipped into her summer dress and went downstairs. Her silk panties caressed her hairless vulval lips as she made a cup of coffee and she wondered when to show Tony her denuded pussy. He’d be delighted, she mused. He’d bury his face between her thighs, lick deep inside her cream-flooded vagina and suck hard on her swollen clitoris. Her juices of arousal oozing between the pink petals of her inner lips, her clitoris yearning for attention, she again pondered on her husband’s reaction. He’d never understand, so there was little point in hoping to keep her vulva free of hair.
‘Where did you get to this morning?’ Desiree asked accusingly as she closed the front door and walked into the kitchen. ‘I came home and you weren’t here.’
‘I went for a walk in the park,’ Belinda lied. ‘Why did you come home?’
‘We had a free period so I thought I’d come home for an hour. I’ve finished early because I have some work to do on my computer.’
‘Desiree…When we talked earlier…’
‘Yes?’
‘I’m not a slut. I’ve never been a slut. Admittedly, I had several boyfriends. But I’ve never been a slut.’
‘How can you say that when you can’t even remember how many boys you went with? Anyway, I don’t care whether you’re a slut or not.’
‘What do you mean by that?’
‘It doesn’t affect me, does it? If you want to fuck around, that’s your business.’
‘Desiree, I am not…I’m not going with anyone. Look, we have to settle this once and for all. We used to get on so well together. Now we’re distant. I feel that we don’t know each other at all.’
‘You’re right there. I thought I knew you but, obviously, I was very wrong. I now realise why you didn’t like Kathy.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Kathy’s a slut. I suppose you saw yourself in her and didn’t like it.’
Pondering on her daughter’s uncanny knack of hitting the nail on the head, Belinda didn’t know what to say. Wh
at could she say? she wondered. There were no words that would change Desiree’s mind. Deciding to say no more on the subject, she refilled the kettle and took another cup from the shelf. It was best to let the girl simmer down, she thought, spooning coffee into the cup. Hopefully, now that Tony had his obedient sex slave, he wouldn’t stir up trouble with his lewd remarks. Was it possible to get back to some kind of normality? she reflected. Would Desiree enjoy gardening and shopping with her mother once again? Or would she go blabbing to her father?
‘Do you fancy going out for a meal this evening?’ Belinda asked.
‘I’m going round to a friend’s house,’ Desiree replied coldly. ‘I might stay overnight.’
‘Oh, right. Your father rang earlier.’
‘Oh? What did he say?’
‘Nothing much. He just asked how we were.’
‘He didn’t mention me then?’
‘He asked how college is going. Oh, and he wanted to know how we’re doing with the garden.’
‘So, he didn’t mention Tony?’
‘No, why should he?’
‘No reason.’
‘As you’re going to work on your computer, I think I’ll sit in the garden for a while.’
‘I’m just going to see whether Tony went to work,’ Desiree said, stepping out of the back door.
‘Oh, er…I thought you were going to study? And, what about your coffee?’
‘I’ll be back in a minute. I just want a quick word with him, that’s all.’
Biting her lip as Desiree walked across the lawn to the bushes, Belinda wished that the girl hadn’t come home early. There seemed to be no privacy, she mused, sipping her coffee. There seemed to be no time to…spend with Tony? Again acutely aware of her silk panties brushing against the hairless lips of her pussy, she was horrified as she realised that she was jealous of Desiree. The girl was next door with Tony, talking to him and…Why the hell had she come home early?
