by Ray Gordon
Belinda slipped her panties off and walked out into the garden. The sun warming her back, the breeze cooling her naked pussy, she felt a quiver run through her womb as she thought about Tony’s cock. She shouldn’t have taken her panties off, she knew. But she wanted to be ready for Tony, naked beneath her dress and ready for his beautiful cock. Unable to think of anything else as her clitoris again called for attention, she decided to do some more work in the garden to take her mind off sex. Walking across the lawn and staring down at the flowers lining the border, she knew that she couldn’t concentrate. Sex was beginning to rule her life.
She was going to have to quell her libido, but how? Masturbation. The word playing on her mind, she again realised that she had no privacy. Desiree would be back any minute; there was nowhere to go, nowhere to masturbate and appease her yearning clitoris. Finally she walked down the garden and crept into the bushes. She slipped her hand up her dress and ran her fingertip up and down her sex-wet crack. Breathing heavily as her clitoris responded, she again recalled her times in the woods with boys after school. They’d loved to pull her knickers down and examine her sex slit: finger her there; kiss and lick her there. She’d not realised how lucky she’d been at the time. Sex every day with as many boys as she’d liked…Why had she met Brian? Why had she married? She’d thought that she’d found love, she reflected, easing two fingers into her hot vagina. Was Desiree thinking that she’d found love?
* * *
‘My mum hasn’t been here, then?’ Desiree asked Tony as he pulled her T-shirt up and lifted her bra clear of her breasts. ‘Tony, has she been here or not?’
‘No, she hasn’t,’ he replied abstractly, gazing at the ripe teats of her nipples. ‘How many times do I have to tell you?’
‘She said that she went for a walk in the park, but I don’t believe her.’
‘You have wonderful tits, Desiree. Small and hard with nice puffy nipples.’
‘That’s nice,’ she murmured as he sucked her sensitive nipple into his hot mouth. ‘God, you really do turn me on.’
‘Enough to slip out of your clothes and allow me to make love to you?’
‘Why don’t we go up to your bedroom?’
‘No, in here,’ he said, pulling her T-shirt over her head. ‘I want you in here, on the sofa.’
Desiree had known that this moment would come. She unhooked her bra and dropped her skirt. She was ready for sex now, she mused dreamily as Tony slipped his trousers and shirt off. Stepping out of her panties, she stood naked before the man she loved and looked down at his erect penis. She spied his purple knob through the small opening in his fleshy foreskin and watched his huge balls heave and roll. Then she sat on the sofa with her thighs wide apart.
No words passed their lips as Tony knelt between her feet and kissed her hairless mons. Breathing deeply, heavily, Desiree watched as he licked her sex crack, wetting her there in readiness to penetrate her and strip her of her virginity. Her clitoris swelling, her juices of lust flowing freely from the opening entrance to her vagina, she let out a rush of breath as he tweaked her erect nipples and drove his tongue deep into her hot pussy. Gasping, shuddering, she gripped the sofa cushion and arched her back as he sucked out her sex-milk.
‘That’s nice,’ she whispered, parting her thighs wider to allow him deeper access to her vaginal duct. ‘I’ve waited for this moment.’
‘So have I,’ he said through a mouthful of vaginal flesh.
‘Our first time, Tony. Your first time, my first time…’
‘You’re my first and last girl,’ he said, straightening his body and smiling at her. ‘Are you ready?’
‘Yes, yes, I’m ready.’
Gazing at the purple crown of his solid penis as he fully retracted his foreskin, she moved forwards on the sofa. Parting the fleshy lips of her hairless vulva, he pressed his swollen glans hard against the virgin hole of her teenage pussy. His knob slipped into her hot duct, entering her vaginal tube, and she closed her eyes and held her breath. She could feel his glans entering her, opening her virgin sex duct as he pushed his cock slowly into her young body. Trembling, gasping, she dug her fingernails into the sofa cushion as he impaled her fully on his rock-hard penis.
‘Yes,’ she said, her virginity finally stripped. ‘God, that feels nice.’
‘Our first time, Desiree.’
‘Yes, yes.’
‘The first of many times.’
‘Oh, yes. The first of many, many times.’
‘I’m twenty-seven, and you’re my first girl. I’ve waited for this for years.’
‘You’ll never have to wait again. I’ll always be here for you.’
Withdrawing his rock-hard cock until her engorged inner lips hugged his pussy-wet knob, he slid gently into her pussy again. Her lower stomach rising and falling as he found his pistoning rhythm, she arched her back and opened her eyes. Watching the wet shaft of his solid penis repeatedly emerging from her bloated vagina and driving into her young body again, she swivelled her hips and pressed her erect clitoris against his sex-creamed shaft. Hoping that they’d come together, she wasn’t sure how long she could hold back as the birth of her orgasm stirred deep within her contracting womb. To feel his sperm flooding her tight vagina as she reached her orgasm would be heavenly, she knew, as her head lolled from side to side and her eyes rolled. Lost in her ecstasy, quivering uncontrollably in her sexual delirium, she knew that she’d found true love.
Sure that she’d been mistaken about her mother chasing after Tony, she decided to make things up with her. She’d been unfair, unreasonable. It was now obvious to her that Tony had no interest in her mother. Making love, losing their virginity together, there was no way Tony wanted anyone else – least of all her mother. Listening to the squelching of her pussy-milk as Tony quickened his thrusting motions, she threw her head back as she teetered on the brink of her first penis-induced orgasm.
‘Here it comes,’ Tony said, repeatedly ramming his rock-hard cock deep into her tight pussy.
Her orgasm erupted within the solid nub of her pulsating clitoris as her young vagina swallowed its first deluge of fresh sperm and Desiree cried out in the grip of her pioneering climax. She’d done it, she mused dreamily, her young body rocking with the penile thrusting. Her virginity stripped, she’d not only found love, but womanhood. Nothing would ever come between Tony and her, she swore, as her orgasm peaked. They’d make love every day, announce to the world that they were a couple…And she’d tell her mother.
‘God, you’re a tight-cunted little bitch,’ Tony murmured, making his last penile thrusts into her spasming vaginal duct. ‘Hot, tight, wet…You’re the best fuck ever.’
Her orgasm receding as his crude words careered around the confusion littering her mind, Desiree felt empty inside. A tight-cunted little bitch. You’re the best fuck ever. Shuddering as the last ripples of sex emanated from her swollen clitoris and transmitted deep into her young womb, she hoped that Tony had breathed his harsh words in the heat of the moment. Cold words, crude words…Loveless.
‘God, that was brilliant,’ Tony murmured, slowing his pistoning. ‘You’re great, Desiree. You’re amazing. Not only that, but you’re no longer a virgin.’
‘Neither are you,’ she said softly, focusing on her inner lips encompassing the root of his deflating penis. ‘You do love me, don’t you?’
‘Of course.’ He chuckled, finally withdrawing his cock from her sperm-bubbling sex sheath. ‘You’ve got a beautiful little pussy. Hot, and bloody tight.’
‘I’d better be going.’ Desiree sighed.
‘Already?’
‘I told my mum that I wouldn’t be long.’
‘You’ll come back later? We can fuck again, Desiree. Again and again.’
‘Yes, I…I will.’
Grabbing her clothes and dressing, Desiree knew that she should feel awash with happiness. She’d made love, given her virginity to the man she loved…Wondering why she wasn’t elated, she tossed her long black hair ov
er her shoulder and moved to the door. Tony tugged his trousers on and buttoned his shirt as she hovered by the doorway. That was it, she reflected. Her first time. Frowning as Tony quipped about her tight pussy and said that they’d fuck every day, she wondered where the love was. Surely they should have hugged, kissed, their bodies entwined in passion after having sex?
‘My mum reckons that you’ve had loads of women,’ she finally said.
‘How would she know?’ he returned.
‘Instinct, I suppose. Tony, I am the first, aren’t I?’
‘Of course you are. Do you think I’ve lied to you?’
‘No, no…It’s just that…’
‘I could ask you the same question, Desiree. Was it your first time? Or have you screwed around?’
‘You know very well that it was my first time.’
‘Do I? You’re young and attractive. You must come into contact with hundreds of boys at the college. Perhaps you told them all that it was your first time?’
‘Tony, that’s a terrible thing to say. I was a virgin.’
‘And so was I, Desiree. I don’t know why you bother to listen to your bloody mother. All she does is try to cause trouble between us. I’ll see you later, OK?’
‘OK.’ She sighed, leaving the room.
Making her way to the bushes, Desiree felt more confused than ever. Tony had seemed cold after they’d made love. Cold and loveless. Hovering in the bushes, she recalled lifting her skirt and allowing Tony to lick her sex crack. This was their special meeting place, she reflected dolefully as she felt his sperm streaming from her inflamed vagina and soaking into her tight panties. She’d bought a thong, sucked the sperm from his knob, allowed him to make love to her…Why did this feel so very wrong?
‘You were a long time,’ Belinda said as Desiree stepped into the kitchen. ‘Are you all right?’
‘Yes, I’m fine,’ Desiree said softly, averting her gaze.
‘What’s happened, Desiree? Something’s wrong, I know it.’
‘Nothing’s wrong, Mum,’ she returned agitatedly.
‘It’s Tony, isn’t it? What’s he said to you now?’
‘He hasn’t said anything. I’m fine, OK?’
‘I don’t like you going round to see him.’
‘You’ve made that crystal clear. Every day, you make it crystal clear. I don’t know why you don’t mind your own bloody business.’
‘You are my business, Desiree. You’re sixteen and, while you’re living under my roof…’
‘God, not another lecture?’
‘We need to talk, Desiree.’
‘What about?’
‘About you, Tony, your college work, the situation…Since Tony moved in next door, you’ve neglected your work, you’ve called me a slut and –’
‘I don’t want to talk about it, Mum.’
‘I know you don’t, but I do. We can’t go on like this. Before Tony arrived on the scene, you were happy. You helped me with the garden and…No, I helped you with the garden. We went for walks and went shopping together. We enjoyed cooking, watching TV and…’
‘I know, I know.’ Desiree sighed. ‘I’m sorry I called you a slut. I don’t know what’s happened to me. I feel…I don’t know how I feel. When you met your first ever boyfriend, how did you feel? After you’d had sex for the first time, I mean.’
‘My first time?’ Belinda said, wondering whether Tony had got his hands on her virgin daughter. ‘Well, it was nice, warm and loving…I felt very close to him after that. It didn’t last, of course. First boyfriends never seem to last. I told you that I had several boyfriends. I was looking for something. Looking for something in someone. I now realise that I didn’t know what I was looking for.’
‘I suppose that’s how I feel,’ Desiree confessed. ‘I’m looking for something, but I don’t know what it is.’
‘Has Tony…I mean…’
‘No, Mum. Tony is a friend and nothing more.’
‘Do you want more?’
‘Yes, I do. But, all the time he has a girlfriend, I don’t stand a chance.’
‘Why not look around for someone of your own age? There are lots of boys at the college. Surely there must be one that you like?’
‘Yes, I like several of them. But I wouldn’t want to go out with them. Boys of my age are inherently stupid and childish. Tony is…He’s understanding, caring, and good company.’
‘And he has a girlfriend. Someone will come along, Desiree. You’ll just have to be patient. Of course, all the time you’re wanting Tony, you’ll not find anyone else.’
‘Do you really think that he’s been with a lot of women?’
‘You say that he has a girlfriend, so there’s one for starters. Look at it this way. For a good-looking man of twenty-seven to still be a virgin…There must be something very wrong with him.’
‘Not all men have sex.’
‘No, they don’t. But Tony has his own house, a good job, he travels around the world…You can’t believe that he’s a virgin, Desiree.’
‘I’d better get on with some work. I’ll see you later.’
‘OK. I’ll be in the garden.’
* * *
Stepping out onto the patio as Desiree went up to her room, Belinda felt relieved to think that she’d at last been able to talk to her daughter. The notion that Tony was a virgin was ridiculous, and she hoped that Desiree could now see that. But, what had caused the girl to talk about first-time sex? she wondered. Why had she talked about first-time sex the minute she’d returned from Tony’s house? Feeling that she was at last winning her daughter over, she wondered whether she could cut her ties with Tony. Although she’d enjoyed hard sex with him, she knew that it couldn’t last. If Desiree lost interest in him, then his threats would be empty.
Belinda grabbed a fork and started digging over the flower border. After her self-induced orgasm in the bushes, she felt relaxed and calm, and was able to think of things other than sex with Tony. Perhaps that was the answer, she mused: resort to masturbation every time her libido hit the roof. Desiree would never discover that her mother masturbated, and Brian would be none the wiser. Hoping that the nightmare was coming to an end, she looked up and smiled as Tony walked across his lawn to the fence.
‘Nice day,’ she said, forking around the flowers.
‘It was particularly nice this morning.’ He chortled. ‘Hot, tight…’
‘Isn’t it about time you started on your garden?’ Belinda interrupted him. ‘This weather won’t last forever.’
‘All in good time,’ he said. ‘Have you shaved your pussy yet?’
‘No, Tony,’ she returned. ‘And I’m not going to. I’m a happily married woman. I don’t want you, I don’t need you, and neither does Desiree.’
‘Really? In that case, why has she been begging me for sex?’
‘Don’t delude yourself, Tony.’
‘Not more than fifteen minutes ago, she begged me to have sex with her. Seeing as I have you to fuck, I sent her packing.’
‘You live in a fantasy world, don’t you? Trying to play one off against the other when the truth of the matter is that neither of us wants you. I reckon that Desiree took a mild interest in you at first, but she soon discovered that –’
‘A mild interest?’ he echoed mockingly. ‘Would you call dropping her panties taking a mild interest in me?’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. Desiree would never do such a thing.’
‘Wouldn’t she? Perhaps I’ll invite her round this evening and –’
‘She’s going out this evening. In fact, she’s staying at a friend’s house overnight.’
‘I have influence over Desiree. I have power over her.’
‘Of course you do.’ Belinda chuckled.
‘I’ll prove to you how I have her under my thumb. I’ll invite her to my place this evening, and she’ll cancel whatever arrangements she’s made.’
‘You do that, Tony. You go and play your games and I’ll get on with the garden.’<
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Stabbing at the ground with the fork as Tony went back into his house, Belinda was fuming. Again, Tony was riling her, trying to cause trouble. After all they’d talked about, after their agreement, he was still harping on about Desiree, making lewd comments about the girl. Belinda reckoned that the only way forwards was to keep working on Desiree, keep drumming into her head the fact that Tony has had hundreds of women and is only interested in yet another sexual conquest.
Doing her best to forget about Tony and carry on with the garden, Belinda again became acutely aware of her knickerless pussy, her hairless vaginal lips. Recalling Tony’s solid cock shafting her tight rectum, she felt a quiver run through her womb. This was ridiculous, she thought agitatedly. Sex was continually playing on her mind, beginning to rule her. Wishing that she’d not shaved her vulval flesh, she gave up with the garden and went back into the house.
‘Tony just rang,’ Desiree said, joining her mother in the kitchen.
‘Oh?’
‘He’s invited me out this evening.’
‘That figures.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I was talking to him in the garden just now. He was saying that some girl or other has let him down. He invited me round for a drink, but I declined.’
‘He invited you round?’
‘Yes, but I don’t really want to become too friendly with him. He’s all right as a neighbour, but that’s about as far as it goes.’
‘You don’t like him, do you?’
‘It’s funny to hear you say that. Particularly after you accused me of chasing after him. To be honest, no, I don’t like him. He’s not truthful, he leches after women…’
‘How do you know that?’
‘He has no idea how to treat a lady, Desiree. From certain things he’s said, I reckon that he has no respect for women. He uses them, it’s as simple as that. Anyway, I thought you were staying at a friend’s house tonight?’
‘Yes, I…I am. I haven’t accepted Tony’s invitation.’
