Depravicus (28 page)

"My God... You
evil, despicable, vulgar..."

"Bastard?"

"Perhaps your
sanitary towel needs changing. God, I wish I hadn't said that. I
feel sick."

Laughing as
the woman stormed out of the office, Will shuddered in the
aftermath of his massive orgasm. Licking her lips, Teresa clambered
out from beneath the desk as Will walked to the door to make sure
that the slagger had left the building. There was something wrong
with the Mother Inferior, he mused as Teresa slipped her hand up
her habit and massaged her erect clitoris. Why she'd embarked on
some insane quest to destroy him, he didn't know. Jealousy, more
than likely, he reflected. She'd have been better off getting a
life of her own rather than waste time trying to destroy his life.
It was sad, really. Feeling a little sorry for her, he realized
that her madness wasn't her fault. She'd not chosen insanity as a
way of life. Had she?

"I'd better be
going," Teresa smiled, licking her cunny-wet fingers and kissing
Will's cheek. "Judging by the mood she's in, I think it would be
best if I was at the convent."

"OK. Perhaps
we could get together this evening?" Will said, taking her hand and
sucking her fingers. "Mmm, that takes me back. God, how we used to
fuck."

"I need you
now," she breathed huskily. "I need your huge cock fucking my
little cunny, sperming up me and... But I really must bet back to
the convent."

"I have a bar
in the house now. Come over this evening for a few drinks."

"Right, I'll
do that. And I'll come over your face. I'll see you later."

"You bet."

Things really
were turning out well, he thought as the sexpot left the church.
"Angel of the Lord," he chuckled. "Daughter of the Devil, more
like." Deciding to nip home and see how Lana was getting on, he
closed the office door and left the church. One urgent job was to
have a new lock fitted to the main doors, he decided. The last
thing he wanted was people nicking his booze once the office was
well-stocked. Closing the doors and walking down the path, he
stopped and frowned at the church noticeboard.

"This church
will remain closed," he breathed, reading the scrawled notice.
"Parishioners will attend services at given by Father Kosher at
Hallworth Church." Old man Kosher was a snide git, Will thought,
ripping the notice down and making his way home. Bob used to be
vicar of Hallworth C of E church. And now that arsehole with his
fucking scull cap and weird ideas had turned it into some sort
of... knocking shop? He couldn't blame him for that. But Kosher
wouldn't present a problem. People weren't going to traipse a mile
down the lane to go to church. Not when there was one on their
doorstep run by the infamous Will Entercock.

"Ah, Father,"
Mrs Baxter called, running towards him. "Oh, sorry. I keep
forgetting you're not a priest."

"I am now,"
Will beamed. "I, Sir William Entercock, am Priest of Cumsdale
Village Church."

"Oh, yes. I
was forgetting. I'm always forgetting what it was that I'd
forgotten. Ah, that was it. I wanted to ask you about
Marianne."

"Oh?"

"She's having
problems with her face."

"With her
face? What do you mean?"

"Whenever
she's been playing with the boys in the woods, she comes home
with... It's like starch. It's all over her cheeks, her chin, her
lips... It looks like she's foaming at the mouth."

"I'm not
surprised. What I meant... What a surprise. It's probably the hot
weather we've been having, Mrs Baxter. I would worry too much."

"But, very
often, it's all down the front of her dress. I've asked her about
it but she goes into a sulk and then refuses to have her nappy
changed."

"I see." Where
was the nearest lunatic asylum? "I don't know what to suggest,
really."

"Will you
change her nappy, Father?"

"If you think
it'll help."

"I know it
will help. Please, go to the cottage now and change her nappy.
She's sulking in the lounge. I have some shopping to do so..."

"You're not
coming with me?"

"No, no. She's
not speaking to me so there's no point."

Crossing the
lane as the woman walked away, Will made his way to the cottage.
This was going to be interesting, he thought, wondering what to say
to Marianne about changing her nappy. Finding the front door on the
latch, he knocked and walked into the hall. All seemed quiet, and
he wondered whether the girl had gone to the woods for sex or to
old man Kosher's church to earn herself some money by sucking the
spunk out of his cock. Peering into the lounge, his eyes widened.
Lying on her back on the floor, the girl was naked apart from a
nappy. This was incredible, he thought, wondering whether Mrs
Baxter was the head case or Marianne.

"Are you all
tight?" he asked, walking into the room.

"She won't
change my nappy," Marianne sighed, sucking on a dummy.

"Oh, right,"
Will smiled, wondering what to do as he gazed longingly at the firm
teenage breasts, her suckable nipples.

"I've wet
myself and I need changing."

"OK," he said,
eyeing a clean nappy beside the girl along with a jar of Vaseline
and some baby wipes. "Um... I've never done this before but I'm
sure I'll manage."

Ripping the
tabs off the disposable nappy, Will pulled it back and gazed
longingly at the girl's pussy. It was all in a day's work for a
priest, he mused, pulling the nappy out from beneath her buttocks.
Cumsdale was no ordinary English village, he reflected as he took a
baby wipe and cleansed the girl's vagina. Most villages consisted
of retired folk who enjoyed gardening and entering the biggest
pumpkin competition. A couple of local shops, a friendly village
postman, maybe a small school.

Most country
villages were tranquil with birds singing and the sound of a
tractor rumbling in the distance. Cumsdale was rife with horny
teenage birds who wanted nothing other than sex with anyone and
everyone, including each other. The only distant sounds were the
cries of female orgasm emanating from the woods. But Will wasn't
complaining.

Peeling
Marianne's pussy lips apart and wiping the pink flesh surrounding
her erect clitoris with the cooling cloth, Will reckoned that
Cumsdale was the best village in the land. Fuck pumpkin
competitions and pleasant little English shops and tractors
rumbling, he thought, stuffing the baby wipe up Marianne's vagina.
The only pumpkins he was interested in were those protruding from
girls' chests. Cucumbers often came in handy, as well as carrots
and parsnips and bananas and hemp...

"What about my
bottom?" Marianne asked, slurping on her dummy.

"I'm just
coming to that," Will chuckled. "Or I should say, I'll be coming up
that in a minute."

"There's
Vaseline for my bum and talcum powder for my pussy crack."

"Yes, and
there's my fucking great cock for your wet cunt."

"You're rude,
you are. My mum says that I'm to keep away from men like you."

"That just
goes to show that girls never listen to their mothers. The day you
keep away from men..."

"I like girls,
too."

"That doesn't
surprise me in the least."

Taking another
baby wipe Will parted the girl's legs and massaged the sensitive
area around her tight anus. She needed a good arse-fucking, he was
sure as she began to writhe and breathe heavily. But a damned good
spanking was what she needed before anything else. Rolling her
over, he eyed the firm orbs of her naked buttocks, the swollen lips
of her hairless pussy nestling between her shapely thighs.

Spreading her
legs, he dipped his fingers into the jar of Vaseline and smeared it
within her anal crease. She murmured something, trembled
uncontrollably and gasped as she parted her thighs further.
Concentrating on the brown eye of her anus, greasing her private
hole, Will was rather pleased that he'd offered his services to Mrs
Baxter. He'd have to do this again, he reflected, wondering whether
the woman really did breastfeed her daughter.

Slipping two
fingers into the fiery heat of the girl's tight duct, he massaged
her dank inner flesh, grinning as she shook and gasped in her
illicit pleasure. This was all too much for Will to handle. His
cock painfully swollen, he could wait no longer for the welcoming
warmth of the slut's tight anal shaft. Slipping his greasy fingers
out of her channel of forbidden pleasure, he lifted his cassock and
grabbed his erect cock by the base.

"Here it
comes," he laughed, driving his purple knob past her sphincter
muscles, his veined shaft sinking deep into the writhing tart's
rectum.

"Fuck me,
you're big," she breathed, reaching beneath her naked body and
massaging the solid nub of her ripe clitoris.

"They don't
call me Will Enter Big Cock for nothing, baby," he chortled.
"Actually, they don't call me that."

"Fuck me, they
bloody well should," she gasped as he withdrew his slimed shaft and
rammed his massive glans deep into her hot bowels.

"So, what's
all this with the nappies?"

"I do it to
please my mother."

"Mrs
Baxter?"

"No."

"Fair
enough."

Rogering the
girl's arse, his cock slithering in and out of her contracting anal
tube, Will could hardly wait to take confession again in the
church. He'd picked up most of his dirty little sexual conquests in
the confessional. Girls telling how they masturbated in their beds
at night, horny housewives who fucked rotten behind their husbands'
backs, sex-starved single women who got through candles as if there
was a permanent power cut... But Josie would be back before
long.

Ramming his
knob-end into the hot core of Marianne's trembling body as she
fervently massaged her pulsating clitoris, Will knew that he was
going to have to make some plans. He couldn't lead a life of
rampant and depraved debauchery with Josie around. As it was she
knew nothing about his web site advertising used panties. She knew
nothing about the bar or Lana or the charred remains of her
treasured furniture or Will's reinstatement as priest... Fuck, he
thought, his sperm pump stirring, she was going to go mental.

"Harder,"
Marianne gasped, her clitoris nearing the inevitable explosion of
orgasm. "Fuck my arse harder." Marianne was a girl who understood
the base desires of males, Will reflected. She understood what men
wanted, where they wanted to shove their cocks and why. She was
also a girl who knew her body intimately, how to use it to give and
receive pleasures of the flesh. A girl such as Marianne shouldn't
be allowed to slip away. There again, Will had thought the same of
Lana who loved a good double fisting, and Bob's slut who was some
kind of contortionist.

"I'm coming,"
Will grunted, his sperm surging along the veined shaft of his solid
organ and spurting in torrents from his throbbing knob. Filling the
girl's hot bowels with his pleasure cream, he repeatedly rammed his
cock into the tightening sheath of her well-lubricated arse.
Reaching her own masturbation-induced climax, she sang out in her
sexual euphoria, her rocking body shaking violently as Will's
swinging balls pummelled the juice-dripping lips of her gaping
cunny.

The squelching
sounds of an anal-spunked arse-fucking resounding around the room,
Will made his last thrusts into the rectal-whore's bottom-hole
before stilling his huge organ deep within the fiery core of her
pelvis. The girl's own climax beginning to recede as she massaged
the last ripples of sex from her pulsating clitoris, she whimpered
and writhed beneath Will as she recovered from her multiple
orgasm.

"Oh, there you
are," Mrs Baxter grinned as she entered the room. "Are you all
right, Father?"

"Er... Yes,"
Will replied, lifting his body up, his cock leaving the girl's
well-spunked bottom-hole with a loud sucking sound. "I was just
changing her nappy," he said, adjusting his cassock to conceal his
anal-slimed cock-shaft.

"Marianne, you
are a naughty girl," the woman scowled. "How can Father Entercock
change your nappy with you lying on your front?"

"He was
just... just cleaning my bottom," she gasped as a jet of spunk shot
like a geyser from the outlet of her inflamed bottom-hole and
splattered her pert buttocks.

"Now look at
the mess you've made," the woman breathed. "I'm sorry about her
terrible behaviour, Father. She gets it from her mother."

"Er... That's
all right," Will frowned, leaping to his feet and making for the
door. "I'll be going, then."

"Yes, of
course. Thank you for coming."

"Er... The
pleasure was all mine, I can assure you."

"You must come
again."

"Indeed, I
will."

"Feel free to
come at any time."

"I usually do.
Goodbye."

Leaving the
cottage, Will wondered what the relationship really was between the
two lunatic females as he walked down the lane. Mother and
daughter? He doubted it very much. Lesbians? More than likely.
Bisexual dirty little fucking whores who loved a length of cock as
well as a tight wet pussy and... Noticing PC Bridlington hovering
outside the presbytery, Will stopped dead in his tracks. Now what?
he thought, deciding to face the music, whatever the tune was.

"Mr William
Entercock," the man began as Will approached. "I arrest you
for..."

"
Father
Entercock, if you don't mind."

"Father?
But..."

"What's the
problem, Constable?"

"I have to
arrest you for breaking and entering, trespass, and the wilful
damage of..."

"Cumsdale
Church. I thought as much. OK, who's your grass?"

"I beg your
pardon?"

"Who's the
snout, the informer, the... Who reported this?"