Depravicus (5 page)

"Yes, I
agree," the Bishop broke in, scratching his balding head. "But what
can we do? He's done nothing illegal."

"Yet."

"I have no
authority over him, Reverend Mother. He's no longer answerable to
me or the church."

"So, we're
going to stand back and do nothing? Another digestive biscuit?"

"Don't mind of
I do. You said that Sister Crotchly went to his house?"

"She was...
They were committing a vile act of sexual degradation, Bishop."

"Sister
Crotchly was having sex with Entercock?" he gasped, dropping crumbs
down his cassock.

"Yes. Sex of
the most vulgar kind."

"The lucky...
I mean, that's despicable."

"Exactly. And
you want to sit back and do nothing?"

"I don't want
to do nothing. I just don't see what we can do. If one of your nuns
is having sex, then it's down to you to deal with her. Say she'd
been having sex with a man from the village. There'd be nothing you
could do. You could hardly tell the man to leave the girl alone.
And it's the same with Entercock. He's free to screw... He's free
to have sexual relationships with whom he likes."

"We'll have to
resort to devious means, Bishop," she said mysteriously, her beady
eyes locked to his as she took another digestive biscuit from the
plate.

"Devious
means?"

"We've done it
before and we'll do it again. I suggest we trick Entercock. I'll
invite him here and have one of the nuns accuse him of doing the
most disgusting things to her."

"Goodness me,
Reverend Mother. I really don't think..."

"You don't
have to think, Bishop. You just leave it to me. A novice nun
arrived yesterday. She's extremely attractive and completely
stupid. Ideal for my plan, wouldn't you say?"

"Well, yes.
But to have a girl..."

"Once
Entercock sets eyes on her he'll do his utmost to... Well, you
know. He'll crave her and succumb to his disgusting male desires.
You don't have disgusting male desires do you, Bishop?"

"Er... no," he
stammered, mopping his brow with his handkerchief.

"I'm pleased
to hear it. I'll ring Entercock now."

"Now? Isn't it
rather late?"

"There's no
time like the present, Bishop. Particularly when it comes to
nailing the ex-Reverend William Entercock. Give me half an hour and
then go to the police station and bring PC Bridlington here."

"Is that wise,
Reverend Mother? I mean, he arrested you for..."

"Point taken,"
she murmured, scratching her ample breasts. "OK, give me half an
hour and then bring another police officer here. I'll have
Entercock caught in a compromising position with the new nun. We
can't fail, Bishop. We can't fail."

"I hope not.
The problem is, Entercock has dark and evil forces on his
side."

"So do we,
Bishop," she giggled wickedly. "So do we."

"Really?"

"Indeed we do.
We have me on our side."

Walking along
the lane to the convent, Will couldn't believe that a nun had
phoned him and invited him to a private party in her room. Sister
Uterinus? He'd never heard of her. There again, there must have
been several new nuns who'd taken up residence at the convent in
the six months since his grossly unfair defrocking. This was some
kind of trick, he was sure. Young nuns don't ring priests out of
the blue and invite them to their rooms for private parties. Well,
some do. Reckoning that the Reverend Mother was behind a wicked and
evil scam, he decided to ere on the side of caution. Invited to a
private party shortly after the hag-bag's threats? There was
coincidence, and a setup. At least the bar was being erected in his
dining room by two burly fuckers.

Creeping
through the grounds of the convent, he slipped into the building
through the side door. The nun had asked him to meet her in the
chapel, and would take him to her room from there. Apparently,
she'd heard of his Casanova-like reputation and was dying to meet
him. That was fair enough. He wasn't at all surprised that a
teenage girl was desperate for his magnificent cock. But she'd
never met him. And where did she get his phone number from?

Things were
too quiet in the convent for Will's liking. During his visits in
the good old days, the place had been bustling with nuns and
heaving with fresh pussy. In fact, the air had been heavy with the
aphrodisiacal perfume of panties. It was a rat he was smelling now,
not fresh cunny juice. Where were the shrieks of female laughter?
Where were the distant cries of rampant masturbation and orgasm?
Where was the soft buzzing of vibrators? Wandering into the chapel,
half expecting to be confronted by the mother of all hag-bags, he
walked down the aisle to the altar.

"Over here," a
girl whispered, emerging from the shadows.

"Sister
Uterinus, I presume," Will smiled, eyeing her pretty face.

"That's right.
I'm glad you came."

"And I'm sure
I will be," he grinned, focusing on the hugging material of her
habit rising over her breasts. "So, what's all this about?"

"I'm having a
party. A private party, just you and me."

"Alice went to
a private party and almost got laid by a dormouse."

"Did she?"

"So rumour has
it."

"That must
have been nice for her. I'll take you to my room."

"Before you do
that, would you mind showing me the laundry room?" Will asked, a
wicked and most deviously cunning plan coming to mind.

"The laundry
room?" she echoed, her eyelids fluttering alluringly. "Why do you
want to go to the laundry room?"

"My mother
worked there in the mid-eighteen hundreds," he enlightened the
pretty cumslut. "She's gone now, God rest her. Passed away last
month beneath a cloud of accusations of indecent behaviour in the
public toilets."

"Oh, I am
sorry."

"So was the
judge. I'd like to see where she worked, where she toiled
relentlessly to feed her sixteen illegitimate children."

"Yes, of
course. Follow me."

So far so
good, Will mused, following the girl out of the chapel and up a
winding staircase. He knew his way around the convent well, and
this was a short cut avoiding the main stairs. If this was a setup,
the Reverend Mother would be hovering close to the girl's room,
which was on the far side of the building. He'd be safe enough
here, he knew as he crossed a corridor and followed the girl into
the laundry room.

The all too
familiar aroma of stained knickers filling his nostrils, he almost
creamed his cassock. Closing the door and sliding the bolt across,
he eyed the pretty girl's succulent lips. Wondering whether she was
a virgin, he imagined slipping his knob between her pretty lips and
fucking her wet mouth.

"Well, this is
it," she said.

"Indeed, it
is," Will smiled, his penis stiffening, his balls spasming in
anticipation.

"So, your poor
mother worked in this very room around one-hundred and fifty years
ago?"

"Sadly, this
is the very place where she toiled and toiled to feed her bastard
fledglings."

"It must have
been hard."

"Undoubtedly."

"Shall we go
to my room now?"

"No, not yet,"
he replied, taking a pair of convent knickers from a laundry basket
and sniffing the crotch. "I'm wondering whether or not you're
bait."

"Bait?" she
frowned.

"Mmm," he
breathed. "Bait for a trap, a trap set by the Reverend Mother."

"I... I don't
know what you mean," she returned shakily.

"Take your
habit off."

"No," she
gasped, her eyes widening as she stared at him in apparent
amazement.

"I suggest you
do as you're told, my child."

"We... we have
to go to my room."

"The door's
locked, so we're safe enough here. Take your habit off."

"But..."

"Or would you
rather I took it off?"

Removing her
wimple, her long auburn hair tumbling over her shoulders, she
tugged her habit over her head. She was slender, the violin curves
of her body beautifully formed. Will eyed the small indent of her
navel adorning the gentle rise of her stomach.

Will wondered
why she hardly protested when he'd ordered her to remove her habit.
He knew from experience that girls didn't immediately strip off at
the request of a pervy priest. Not without a little coaxing,
anyway. Or blackmail. He reckoned it was as if she'd been expecting
him to ask her to strip. Part of a plan? He eyed her pink panties
hugging the contours of her love lips. What was the Pope's
involvement in this? Sure that the Reverend Fucker was hovering
close to the girl's room, Will reckoned the plan was for the girl
to scream accusations.

Standing
before Entercock in her bra and tight panties, her dark eyes
mirroring fear, her hands trembling, she waited for his next
inevitable instruction. But she knew damned well what his next
inevitable instruction was. Didn't she?

"Take your bra
off," he inevitably ordered her.

"We must go to
my room," she sighed.

"And get
caught by the Reverend Mother?"

"She told me
to..."

"She told you
to what?" Will grinned.

"Er...
Nothing."

"Did you
receive your orders directly from the Pope, or from the top? From
the CIA?"

"Orders?" she
murmured. "I..."

"I'm afraid
that I'm going to have to punish you most severely, my child. God
has given me the authority to punish girls who act as bait to hook
priests."

"But I'm not
bait."

"I'm sorry,
but I have no choice in the matter. God has spoken, and ordered me
to give you a damned good spanking. I suggest you remove your bra
and panties before you further rouse the wrath of God."

"But..."

"And
Satan."

"Oh!"

Unhooking her
bra, the girl peeled the silk cups away from her breasts. Her
nipples standing proud she slipped her thumbs between the tight
elastic of her panties and her shapely hips. Will watched with
bated breath, his cock rock-hard, his full balls heaving. The pink
material slipping down over the mound of her mons, she hesitated.
Was her hesitancy part of the act? A perfunctory move to add
credence to her feigned plight?

Eager to focus
on her pussy, Will eyed the black fleece of her pubes, licking his
lips as he imagined tonguing her there. Further she pulled her
panties down, exposing the creamy slit of her vulva, the pink wings
of her suckable lips protruding invitingly from her valley of
desire.

"Go on," he
urged, his penis twitching beneath his cassock. Lowering her
panties, she allowed them to fall down her thighs and tumble around
her ankles. Her pubic hair doing little to veil her pussy, she
slipped her shoes and panties off her feet and clasped her hands to
veil the most intimate part of her curvaceous body. Ordering her to
stand with her feet wide apart and bend over the laundry basket,
Will could hardly believe his luck. Josie had only left that
morning, and already he'd been sucked to orgasm by a sexy beauty
and now had another standing naked before him. If this was a taste
of what the next two months held, then he wasn't going to
complain.

Eyeing the
rounded globes of her naked buttocks as she turned, he watched her
bend over the laundry basket. The cushions of her fleshy pussy lips
bulging between her parted thighs, her pubic curls dripping with
the milky fluid of lust, she jumped as Will ran his fingertips over
the firm moons of her bottom. Wondering whether she finger-fucked
her rectum as she massaged her ripe clitoris to orgasm, he cast his
eyes over the deep ravine of her anal valley. He'd have liked to
have changed her nappy, he mused, imagining her wetting herself.
He'd have liked to have sprinkled talcum powder over her genitals,
licked her bottom clean and taken her out in a pram. Memories, he
thought, recalling the time he'd been arrested for changing a
girl's nappy in the park. It was a fair cop, he chuckled inwardly.
She was eighteen.

"You have a
nice body," he praised her.

"What are you
going to do to me?" she asked softly.

"Spank
you."

"Please, not
too hard," she whimpered.

"I have no
choice," Will said solemnly, raising his arm and bringing the palm
of his hand down across the taut flesh of her bottom.

"Oh!
Please..." she cried, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the
sides of the laundry basket.

Ignoring her
pleas for mercy, Will spanked the toned cheeks until her pale flesh
crimsoned. She shook as he again swept his hand down across the
burning flesh of her pert bottom, continuing the beautifully
gruelling spanking. Once she was warmed up he'd part the eatable
cheeks of her bum and examine the entrance to her anal sheath. For
her sins, he might even have to ease the globe of his cock deep
into her tight rear passage.

"Please, no
more," she sobbed as he repeatedly smacked the burning spheres of
her tensed buttocks. "You can't do this to me."

"You set me
up," he returned, dropping to his knees and parting the glowing
moons.

"No! I don't
want you to look at my bottom."

"I intend to
do far more than just look at your bottom," he chuckled, running
his tongue over her small rear hole.

"Please, no
one's ever seen my bottom. I don't want you licking me there."

"Have you ever
fingered your anus?" he asked, slurping at her private hole.

"No, I... I'm
a virgin."

"And I'm the
Pope's knob."

Protesting
wildly, she shuddered as he pushed the tip of his tongue into her
anal aperture and licked the dank walls of her rectal sheath. The
bittersweet taste sending delightful palpitations through his
rolling balls, he pushed his tongue deeper into the heat of her
anal canal. She squirmed and writhed, gasping in her enforced
pleasure as Will tongue-fucked her tight bottom. The Reverend
Mother's plan had gone pitifully wrong, he mused, pressing his lips
against the girl's ring and sucking. As would all her plans to
spoil his fun.