Depths of Depravation (6 page)

‘Are you?’

‘Yes, of course. I want to be with you, Tony.’

‘Prove it,’ he said. ‘Prove that you want to be with me.’

‘How?’

‘Shave for me.’

‘What?’

‘Your pussy, Desiree. Prove that you want to be with me by shaving your pussy for me.’

‘Tony, no…’

‘OK, let’s forget the whole thing.’

‘But…Why do you want me to shave?’

‘Because I like it that way. It pleases me. If you’re not willing to please me, then…’

‘But it’s not normal to shave.’

‘It’s what I want, Desiree. If you’re not willing to please me, if you won’t do the smallest thing for me…’

‘All right,’ she finally agreed. ‘All right, I’ll do it.’

‘Go home now and do it. Then, come back and show me. Come back and prove that you want to be with me.’

‘Yes, yes, I will.’

Desiree left his house, made her way home and closed the front door quietly. Thanking God that her mother was out, she climbed the stairs to the bathroom and slipped her skirt and panties off. She didn’t want to shave off her pubic hair: it wasn’t right, it wasn’t normal. She didn’t understand why Tony wanted her to shave down there but, if that’s what it took to keep him, then she’d do it. She’d do anything, she decided, grabbing her father’s shaving foam and razor from the shelf. No matter what, she’d do anything to keep him.

Sitting on the side of the bath, she massaged the foam into the fleshy swell of her outer lips, the gentle rise of her mons. Dragging the razor over her most private place, the blade leaving smooth skin in its wake, she again wondered why Tony wanted her to do this. A thong, she reflected, recalling his words. He’d licked her bottom hole, asked her to wear a thong and now wanted her to shave off her pubic hair.

Her mother was right, Desiree mused, dragging the razor over the swell of her vaginal lips. She knew nothing about men. Perhaps this
was
normal? Perhaps Tony’s adult spanking and bottom-licking game was perfectly normal? But, to shave off her pubic hair? She finished the job of depilation, wiping away the foam and black curls with a flannel, and gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror.

‘God,’ she said, eyeing the smooth, hairless flesh of her outer lips, her unveiled sex crack. She dried herself with a towel, pulled her panties on and slipped into her short skirt. The feel of her panties against her hairless skin wasn’t unpleasant, she thought, as she cleared away the evidence of her illicit shaving. But she didn’t feel right. How could it be normal to shave? Had her mother shaved to please her father? She doubted that very much.

‘Desiree?’ her mother called from downstairs. ‘Desiree, are you up there?’

‘Yes,’ she replied, leaving the bathroom and descending the stairs. ‘I was just…I was just washing.’

‘You’re not going out again, are you?’

‘No, no,’ she murmured, trying to avoid another confrontation with her mother. ‘I’m going to get on with my work.’

‘Oh, right. Well, I’m pleased to hear it. I’ve just seen Tony leaving his house.’

‘He’s gone out?’

‘Yes, he has. Your uncle’s coming over later. You will be here to see him, won’t you?’

‘How much later?’

‘He didn’t say exactly. Why don’t you get on with your work for a couple of hours? I’ll let you know when he arrives.’

‘Yes, all right,’ Desiree said softly.

Desiree climbed the stairs to her room and sat at her desk, staring at the blank computer screen. Why had Tony gone out? she wondered. Where had he gone? And why did her uncle have to arrange to call round today of all days? She decided to catch up with her work and switched the computer on. After her uncle had been, she’d make up some excuse or other to her mother and then sneak round to Tony’s house. She’d prove that she wanted to please him. She’d show him her shaved pussy, and prove that she wanted him.

‘Does your mother know that you’re here?’ Tony asked, leading Desiree into the lounge.

‘I said that I had a headache and was going out for a walk to the park,’ she replied. ‘She’s talking to my uncle. He’s been there for over two hours.’

‘Did you shave?’

‘Yes, yes, I did. Where did you go earlier?’

‘I haven’t been anywhere.’

‘My mum said…’

‘Said what?’

‘Nothing.’

Tony seemed annoyed, angry. He was quick and sharp with her, but Desiree didn’t know why. Although she’d never had a boyfriend, she knew that a relationship shouldn’t be like this. Something was wrong, but what? Her mother hadn’t helped things, she reflected. But, neither had Tony. Asking her to shave to prove that she wanted him didn’t seem right. Talking about thongs and licking her bottom hole. Something was wrong. Wondering whether she was imagining things as he smiled at her, she did her best to relax.

‘What did your mother say?’ he asked her again.

‘She didn’t say anything. It’s just that I thought I saw you go out earlier.’

‘I’ve been in all afternoon, Desiree. All afternoon waiting for you to turn up.’

‘I’m sorry, but I couldn’t get away. I had to see my uncle. Anyway, I’m here now.’

‘Right. Well, you’d better show me what you’ve done. Show me before your mother comes looking for you.’

‘I’m rather embarrassed,’ she murmured, brushing a tendril of hair away from her flushing face.

‘You’ll get over it,’ he said unsympathetically. ‘Come on, pull your panties down and show me what you’ve done.’

Lifting her short skirt and lowering the front of her white cotton panties, Desiree revealed the swollen cushions of her hairless vaginal lips, her tightly closed sex slit. Tony gasped, his eyes widening as he knelt before her and gazed longingly at the most intimate part of her teenage body. Praising her, he kissed her naked mons before moving down and pressing his lips against her vulval valley. Desiree quivered and breathed heavily as she felt his tongue running up and down her sex crack. The sensations were heavenly, but she began to wonder whether he was interested in her as a person, or only for what she had between her shapely legs.

Recalling her mother’s words as Tony ran his tongue up and down her sex slit, she imagined Tony running after women purely for sex. Any woman, all women. He’d asked her to wear a thong, to play his adult games and shave her pubic hair, he’d talked about spanking. Was he interested in her as a person? she again wondered. He’d taken no real interest in her college work, he hadn’t asked her anything about herself. All he seemed to want was her young body.

‘So, you like me shaved?’ she finally asked.

‘God, yes,’ he replied. ‘You look so young and fresh and…and you taste delicious. You have a beautiful body, Desiree.’

‘Yes, but do you like me as a person?’

‘Of course I do,’ he said, rising to his feet. ‘What are you getting at?’

‘Nothing. I was just thinking that it would be nice to go out somewhere or…’

‘I’d love to go out for a drink with you, but you’re too young to go to the pub.’

‘I could have a soft drink.’

‘You could but, apart from your age, we have to keep our relationship under wraps. What with your mother watching you like a hawk, we have to be careful.’

‘I suppose so.’

‘Can you imagine your mother’s reaction if she heard that you’d been to a pub with me? She’d go crazy. Anyway, let’s not talk about your mother. I have an idea. How about a few photographs?’

‘Photographs?’

‘Of your beautiful young body,’ he said eagerly, taking a camera from the mantlepiece.

‘But…What for?’

‘What for? Because you look absolutely gorgeous with your shaved pussy. Slip your blouse and bra off and I’ll –’

‘No, Tony,’ she stated firmly.

‘No?’ he echoed, frowning at her. ‘Why ever not?’

‘I might be naive and inexperienced, but I’m not stupid.’

‘I know you’re not stupid. What are you talking about?’

‘I thought you wanted a proper relationship with me. Taking photographs of my shaved…It’s not normal.’

‘Not normal to want photographs of the girl I love? Desiree, you talk about a proper relationship, and yet you’ve made no attempt to come anywhere near me.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘You’ve not touched me. You’ve not made one move towards me, have you?’

‘Well…No, not yet. You want photos because you love me?’

‘Why else would I want photos? I don’t think you realise just how much I love you. I think about you constantly. I’m always looking out of the window for you. I think of nothing other than you. To have a few photographs of you naked would be great. I could look at them when you’re not around. I’ll put one in a frame and stand it on my bedside table. No one will see it, other than me.’

‘Well, in that case…’

‘I don’t want to force you. And I certainly don’t think you’re stupid. If you’d rather I didn’t have photos of you, then…’

‘No, no, it’s all right. I want you to have photos.’

Desiree unbuttoned her blouse, tossed it onto the sofa and unhooked her bra. Although she’d agreed to the photos, his words hadn’t reassured her, hadn’t made her feel any better about the situation. What were his thoughts? she mused, her small breasts exposed to his wide eyes. She dropped her bra onto the sofa, and slipped her skirt and panties off. Standing naked before Tony didn’t feel right. His eyes focused on the ripe teats of her teenage breasts and he licked his lips. This didn’t feel like love, whatever love felt like.

Watching as he knelt before her and took several shots of her hairless pussy, she didn’t feel embarrassed or self-conscious. But she did feel very unsure about Tony’s motives when he asked her whether she still had her school uniform. He said how nice she’d look in a gymslip and blouse and white knee-length socks. He asked her whether she’d mind putting her hair into pigtails as he took more photographs of her naked body and suggested that she pose with one foot on the sofa and her legs wide apart.

‘Part your pussy lips for me,’ he instructed as she stood with one foot on the sofa.

‘I thought you wanted normal photographs,’ she said. ‘Photographs of me, not of my…’

‘That’s right. Photographs of every little bit of your beautiful young body. Do you have a gymslip?’

‘No, I don’t. Mum got rid of it when I left school and started college.’

‘Shame. I suppose we could always get you one. And a white blouse and navy-blue knickers. OK, part your little pussy lips as wide as you can.’

Following his instructions, Desiree parted the fleshy lips of her vulva as he knelt on the floor and focused the camera. Although she again felt that this was very wrong, she didn’t want to ruin any chance of enjoying a loving relationship with Tony. Sure that once he’d taken his photographs he’d show his love for her, she did as he asked and stretched open the wet entrance to her young vagina.

‘I’m feeling cold,’ she said finally, hoping that he’d allow her to dress. ‘It’s quite chilly in here.’

‘Gazing at your pretty little tits makes me feel hot,’ he quipped. ‘So, are you going to touch me or is our relationship going to be one sided?’

Desiree stared open mouthed as he kicked his shoes aside and tugged his trousers down. He was massive, she observed, his penis catapulting to attention as he slipped his boxer shorts off. Were all penises this big? she wondered. Never having seen a naked man, she had no idea about sizes. Focusing on the opening of his foreskin, she could just see the purple surface of his glans. Would he order her to pull his foreskin back and expose his knob? His penis waved from side to side above his heaving balls and she knew that she was going to have to touch it as he ordered her to sit on the sofa. Standing before her as she complied, his manhood only inches from her flushed face, he told her to have a good look at her first cock.

‘Touch it and get to know it,’ Tony said. ‘This is your first cock, Desiree. What do you think of it?’

‘It’s big,’ she answered, reaching out and running her fingertip up and down the veined shaft. ‘You haven’t kissed me today.’ She sighed. ‘You’ve not held me in your arms or…’

‘There’s plenty of time for that. Hold my cock and move your hand up and down. Hold it close to the top and wank me.’

Wrapping her fingers around his fleshy rod, Desiree pondered on his crude word.
Wank
. She didn’t like words like that. They were the words her friend, Kathy, had used when talking about boys. Desiree saw no connection between crude words and love. Moving her hand up and down his warm shaft, rolling his foreskin back and forth over the solid bulb of his glans, she wondered how long it would take before his sperm shot out. She’d heard about wanking cocks from Kathy. She knew about wanking and bringing out sperm. But this didn’t feel like love.

‘That’s good,’ Tony said, watching her small hand wanking his rock-hard cock. ‘Do it faster, Desiree. Do it faster and I’ll spunk all over your beautiful little tits.’

Saying nothing, Desiree moved her hand faster up and down the length of his hard penis. His purple globe repeatedly appeared and disappeared. She didn’t like the idea of his sperm splattering her young breasts.
Wank
,
spunk
,
tits
…What did Tony want from her? she wondered. When they’d first met, he’d said that it would be nice if she called round sometimes. Called round for what? Sex? Unable to push her mother’s words out of her mind as she watched Tony’s heavy balls bouncing, she imagined him chasing after women purely for sex. How many girls had done this to him? she wondered. How many girls had allowed him to lick their bottom holes? How many girls had shaved for him? Had he dozens of photographs of naked girls?

‘Suck it,’ he said, his body trembling uncontrollably. ‘I’m coming. Suck…suck it…’

Watching his sperm pumping from his knob, running over her hand, splattering her young breasts, Desiree couldn’t imagine taking him into her mouth and tasting his male cream. The very notion revolted her. Had other girls sucked his penis and swallowed his sperm? she pondered, as he gasped and again ordered her to take his knob into her mouth. He’d want to drive his penis deep into her tight vagina before long, she knew, as his sperm flow began to stem. Feeling very uneasy about the relationship, she finally released his penis and gazed at the white liquid hanging in long threads from her slender fingers.

‘Why didn’t you suck it?’ he asked her.

‘I…I didn’t want to,’ she replied, watching his sticky penis deflate.

‘You’ll soon learn. So, what did you think of your first cock-wanking?’

‘I don’t know. It was all right, I suppose.’

‘All right? What with your dad away, I’ll bet your mum would love to get her hands on a hard cock.’

‘Tony, please. Don’t talk like that about my mum.’

‘I was only joking. Are you all right, Desiree? You seem…Oh, I don’t know. You don’t seem to be in a very good mood.’

‘I’m cold. I think I’ll get dressed.’

‘Get dressed? But we haven’t finished our games, yet. I thought a little spanking might warm you up?’

Desiree felt sickened by Tony’s so-called joke. Her parents were a loyal, loving couple. There was no way her mother would want to get her hands on a hard cock. Initially, Tony had seemed so warm and friendly. Was this some darker side of his character emerging? she wondered, as she cupped her sperm-splattered breasts in her small bra. In her confusion, she was pleased that she’d held a man’s penis, brought out his sperm. She couldn’t have remained totally innocent and inexperienced forever. But she’d never dreamed that the experience would leave her feeling cold and unsure.

Watching Tony pull the armchair into the centre of the room, she didn’t want to play his spanking games or endure his bottom licking.
We haven’t finished our
games, yet
. Games? she ruminated. This was supposed to be love, not a game. She noticed that his penis was stiffening as he turned and grinned at her. He asked her to lean over the back of the chair and again said that a little spanking would warm her up and do her the world of good.

‘Only in fun,’ he added with a chuckle. ‘You have such a beautiful little bum, Desiree. I could really get into spanking games with you.’

‘Tony, I…I don’t want to be spanked,’ she said, grabbing her panties and standing.

‘What’s the matter?’ he asked her. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I don’t know.’ She sighed, pulling her panties up her long legs. ‘I suppose this isn’t what I expected.’

‘What isn’t?’

‘The situation, the relationship, us…I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.’

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ he said. He placed his arms around her and kissed her full lips. ‘What you did to me just now was wonderful, Desiree,’ he said, the solid shaft of his penis pressing against her naked stomach. ‘I’ll be honest with you. You’re the first girl…No one’s ever done that to me.’

‘Really?’ She gasped, her dark eyes locked to his. ‘You mean…’

‘I mean, no one’s ever done that. I know you’ll find this difficult to believe seeing as I’m twenty-seven, but…I’m a virgin.’

‘What? You’ve never…You’ve never had a girlfriend?’

‘I’ve been out with a few girls, but nothing ever came of it. From the moment I set eyes on you, I knew that you were the one for me. I know that I’m going too fast for you, rushing you into things. The reason is that I’ve had no experience at all and I’m desperate to learn. I feel stupid now I’ve admitted I’m a virgin.’

‘No, you mustn’t feel stupid. I’m really pleased.’

‘I’ve seen the odd dirty video and looked at men’s magazines so I’m not completely naive. I’ve read about spanking and…I just wanted to try things with you, Desiree. Try things and learn about sex, with you.’

‘Tony, you’ve made me so happy,’ she trilled. ‘I thought…I don’t know what I thought.’

‘I suppose I was trying to come across as experienced. Talking about splattering your tits with spunk and…I didn’t want you to think that I knew nothing about sex.’

‘I’m so happy,’ Desiree again trilled. ‘We can learn together, try things and learn about sex together.’