Depravicus (13 page)

"Jeez, you're
hot," Will gasped, his swollen glans absorbing the inner heat of
Lana's pelvic core. The Reverend Mother and the Bishop would soon
return, he knew as he watched the girl's anal ring gliding along
the sticky surface of his rock-hard cock. Once they'd searched the
convent for Lolita, they'd be hammering on his front door. Shit, he
thought, realizing that the door was open, the bar humming with
customers. He was going to have to empty his balls before the
inevitable invasion. But he didn't want to rush what promised to be
a damned good orgasm. It would be akin to gulping down a nice meal,
he mused, slowing his anal fucking rhythm

His sperm pump
stirring, his knob throbbing, he stilled his twitching cock and
waited for the sensation of imminent orgasm to recede. Resuming his
anal pistoning, his bulbous glans gliding back and forth along the
hugging tube of the girl's rectum, he again watched the brown ring
of her anus dragging along his penile shaft. His glistening knob
appearing and disappearing as he slowly arse-fucked her, his heavy
balls brushing Lolita's pretty face, he grinned as both girls
reached their climaxes. Writhing, crying out in the grip of their
lesbian-induced orgasms, they mouthed and sucked on each other's
pulsating clitorises as Will finally increased his thrusting
rhythm.

"Yes," he
breathed, his sperm coursing along the tube of his veined shaft and
jetting from his knob-slit. Filling the writhing girl's hot bowels
with his spunk, lubricating the illicit fucking, he grabbed her
hips and repeatedly rammed his cockhead deep into her pelvic core.
Sperm oozing from her inflamed anal eye and dripping onto Lolita's
face, he finally withdrew his orgasming knob and drove it between
Lana's vaginal lips and Lolita's gasping mouth. The sensations
driving him wild, his knob gliding back and forth between one
girl's hot mouth and the other's drenched vaginal flesh, he
continued his double girl fucking until his swinging balls had
drained. Dizzy in his debauched coming, he shuddered as Lolita
licked and mouthed on his sex-wet knob, sucking out the remnants of
his male cream as her orgasm receded.

"I know you're
in there," the Reverend Mother called, hammering on the door.

"Fuck me,"
Will breathed, clambering off the bed and grabbing his cassock.

"Who is it?"
Lana whispered, lifting her head from between Lolita's pussy folds,
her sex-wet face looking up at him.

"Someone you
really wouldn't like to meet," he replied as the door handle
rattled. "Gag our prisoner and get dressed."

"Entercock, I
know you have one of my nuns in there," the Reverend Mother
screamed, hammering on the door again. "Open the door this
instant."

Slipping into
his cassock, Will opened the window. "Stay here," he said,
clambering through the window. "I may be some time."

Climbing down
a drainpipe and falling the last few feet to the ground, he brushed
the grass and leaves off his cassock and slipped into the house
through the front door. Locking the dining room door, he brushed
his dark hair back with his fingers and waited for the Reverend
Mother to descend the stairs. Unless PC Bridlington was with the
old bag, there was no way she'd discover Lolita's naked body
tethered to the bed. The woman finally stomping down the stairs,
Will took a deep breath and donned a radiant smile of innocence.
Thanking God that she was alone, he wondered where the Bishop had
got to as she stood before him with her clenched fists resting on
her ample hips. Probably arse-licking choirboys, he mused,
wondering whether the Reverend Mother had ever had her arse-licked.
God forbid!

"Where is
she?" the woman scowled, her huge breasts wobbling beneath her
habit.

"Whom?" Will
frowned. "To whom does one refer?"

"I'm talking
about Sister Crotchly. She's not at the convent and I know for a
fact that she came here."

"I hope she
cleaned up the mess," Will sniggered. "I can't have nuns coming all
over the floor, it's not decent."

"You disgust
me, Entercock," she spat.

"I used to
disgust my mother by wanking in the bathroom and spunking all over
the toilet seat. God, the times she came out of the bathroom with
cold spunk running down the backs of her thighs."

"I don't know
why she didn't disown you."

"She did. I'm
now in a state of complete and utter motherly disownment."

"Motherly
disownment? I want you to unlock the bedroom door. I know that
Sister Crotchly is in there and..."

"I can't do
that, I'm afraid."

"Oh? And why
not?"

"I'm having a
fire drill in two minutes."

"A fire drill?
People don't have fire drills in their own houses. I'm not taking
any of your nonsense, Entercock. I shall go and get the
Bishop."

"He's only
just left."

"What? He
can't have done. He's at the convent."

"He left five
minutes ago. We had a chat over a glass of scotch, and then he went
into the village to see whether his dress was ready."

"His
dress?"

"It's rather a
long story," Will smiled. "You see, his sister is coming over from
Canada. She's a lesbian, but she enjoys an incestuous relationship
with her brother. He dresses up as a woman to..."

"I've never
heard such rubbish."

"It's true,
sad but true. He came here to borrow my red silk panties and my
frilly suspender belt."

"I'm not
listening to another word of your lies."

"There was one
thing I found odd."

"The only
thing odd around here is you."

"He rang the
convent from here and told Sister Crotchly to go to the laundry
room and get more stock."

"More
stock?"

"I would
imagine that they have some sort of business venture going. I
wasn't in the room when he made the call. But I overheard him
saying something about fresh supplies of stock now that a new term
had started at the convent. He also said something about the old
cow being out of the way for a while."

"What's all
that laughter?" she asked, looking at the dining room door.

"I have an
illegal bar in there. Half the villagers are in the bar getting
wrecked on stolen booze."

"Rubbish," she
hissed, walking to the front door. "There's no way you'd open a bar
in your own house. That's something you'd never get away with. I'm
going back to the convent to find the Bishop."

"Give him my
unkind regards," Will said as she walked down the path. "And tell
him not to soil my undies."

That was
close, Will reflected as the phone rang. Wandering into the
kitchen, he was about to grab the receiver but hesitated. If it was
Josie... She'd not ring again yet, he was sure. What with her
assignment, she'd be kept pretty busy. There again, she might have
decided to check up on Will. Perhaps it was best not to answer it,
he mused, a cocktail of sperm and girl-juice running down his naked
thighs. Scratching his crotch through his cassock, he finally
lifted the receiver. There was no point in putting off the
inevitable.

"Is that
Entercock?" a rough male voice asked.

"This is Sir
William Entercock speaking."

"My wife's
pregnant."

"Really?
Congratulations."

"Congratulations? Is that all you have to say?"

"I take it
that the pregnancy wasn't planned."

"No, I did not
plan for you to fuck my wife."

"Me?" Will
gasped. "Who is this? With whom am I conversing?"

"Bill
Whithers."

"Ah, yes. Mr
Whithers. Now, what's all this nonsense about?"

"My wife told
me you seduced her while I was doing shift work at the flowerpot
factory several months ago."

"But it was
your daughter... I mean, I really have no idea what you're talking
about."

"My daughter's
pregnant, too. I'm coming round to see you."

"What,
now?"

"Yes, I need a
blood sample for the DNA test."

"You can't
take my blood."

"Can't I?
We'll see about that."

As the man
hung up Will recalled the night in question. He'd called at the
Whithers' house to borrow a cup of sugar. At least, that had been
his excuse. Knowing old man Whithers was working the nightshift
he'd decided to try his luck with the delectable daughter of the
family. The horny little slag had readily dropped her knickers and
allowed him to fuck her shaved pussy. The problem was that the
girl's mother had discovered the pair and demanded her share of
Will's cock. Fuck, he thought as the phone rang again.

"Will, it's
Josie," the girl said as he pressed the receiver to his ear.

"Ah, Josie.
How are things in Moscow?"

"What I want
to know is, how are things in Cumsdale?"

"Er...
Fine."

"I hear you've
bought a lot of drink."

"Drink? Me,
buy a lot of drink?"

"According
to... No, I'm not going to tell you who I phoned. I'm coming back,
Will."

"When?"

"I'll get the
next flight."

"There's no
need to do that, sweetness."

"There's every
need. What's happened to my dining room?"

"It's still
there, as far as I know. Unless it's been stolen, which I very much
doubt."

"I'll get the
next flight."

"Er... Hello,
hello."

Replacing the
receiver, Will grabbed a can of lager from the fridge. This was all
he needed, he reflected. The dining room gone, the antiques gone up
in smoke, Lana working in the bar, Lolita tethered to the bed, a
mother and daughter pregnant, DNA tests, the Reverend Mother, the
Bishop... There was only one thing for it, he concluded, swigging
from the can. Get blind drunk, fuck Lolita and Lana, get wrecked on
vodka, fuck Lolita and Lana, get totally pissed, fuck...

Waking at
seven the following morning in the spare bedroom, Will recalled the
events of the previous evening. The bar had cleared by midnight.
Lana had gone home but Lolita was still tethered to the bed. Will
would have released her, but she'd threatened to go running to the
Mother Slutter with her tales of drunkenness and seduction.
Expecting Josie to come marching through the front door at any
time, Will didn't know what to do. To make matters worse, he was
also expecting Bill Whithers to come for his blood.

"Best to start
the day right," he murmured, leaping out of bed and looking down at
his rampant erection. Walking into the main bedroom he eyed
Lolita's naked body, the lips of her hairless pussy. Sleeping
soundly, she didn't stir as he perched his buttocks on the edge of
the bed. He leaned over and planted a kiss on the warm hillock of
her smooth mons. She was beautiful. But she was also very
dangerous. He couldn't keep her prisoner forever, he knew as he
tentatively licked the moist valley of her pussy. With the prospect
of Josie coming home it was best to release the girl and take the
consequences.

Just a quick
fuck, he mused, climbing onto the bed with his erect penis waving
from side to side. Gently stabbing at her vaginal divide, he pushed
his swollen knob between the wings of her inner lips. His glans
slipping into her duct of desire, absorbing her inner heat, he
tentatively drove his shaft deep into her hot pussy. She stirred as
he withdrew and drove into her again. Moaning softly, her head
lolling to one side, she raised her hips as he fucked her slowly
and gently. The soft squelching sounds of vaginal juice filling his
ears, he stifled his gasps every time he propelled his bulbous
glans along the tightening tube of her vagina. Praying for her to
sleep throughout the gentle fucking he quickened his pistoning.

"God," he
breathed, his naked body shuddering as his sperm jetted from his
throbbing knob and flooded her contracting vagina. The squelching
sounds of sex growing louder, his swinging balls battering her pert
buttocks, he fucked her until his flow of sperm ceased and he
shuddered his last orgasmic shudder. That really was the best way
to start the day, he reflected, slipping his penis out of her.
Leaving the bed, he glided across the room to the door and was
about to go downstairs to make tea when the girl spoke.

"Fucking
hell," she breathed, raising her head and staring at Will.

"Most people
prefer to say good morning, but not to worry," he grinned.

"You'd better
fucking let me go or..."

"Or what? It
seems to me that you're in no position to make threats, young
lady."

"You can't
keep me here forever."

"I wouldn't
want to keep you here forever."

"Let me go,
you... you fucking..."

"Bastard?"

"You fucking
cunt."

"I've just
fucked your cunt, so you must be the fucking cunt. Or, the fucked
cunt. OK, I'll give you your freedom."

Moving to the
bed he released the handcuffs and helped the girl to her feet.
Swaying on her sagging legs, she grabbed her habit and pulled the
garment over her head. Will chuckled as she scratched her shaved
pussy through the black material. His cock glistening with sperm
and cunny juice, he waited until she'd donned her wimple before
leading her downstairs. She remained silent as he opened the front
door, which he found rather strange. Perhaps she was planning her
revenge, he reflected, watching her strut down the front path to
the lane.

In the kitchen
he filled the kettle and made a cup of strong tea. Wondering what
the day would bring, he opened the back door and stepped out into
the garden. The sun shining, the birds singing, the day was going
to be hot, if nothing else. A few lies were in order, he decided,
gazing at the burned out fire in the middle of what once was a
beautiful lawn. Burglars raided the house and stripped the dining
room. He'd never met Mrs Whithers and her daughter, let alone
fucked them both senseless. The bar... The bar was to bring in some
money. Seeing as the dining room was empty, he thought it a good
idea to put it to good use.