Free Depths of Depravation by Ray Gordon

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    ‘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