Depravicus (6 page)

Groping
between the not-so-innocent nun's parted thighs, he ran his
fingertip up and down the crack of her most fuckable pussy. Her
juices lubricating his finger, he thrust into the hot sheath of her
vagina and massaged the creamy walls. She was hot and wet enough
for a damned good rogering, he decided, slipping his wet finger out
of her contracting love tube. Standing and raising his cassock, he
slipped the purple bulb of his erect cock between the pouting lips
of her pussy and thrust his veined staff deep into her quivering
body.

"No," she
gasped, the swollen cushions of her fleshy vaginal lips
encompassing the root of his organ. "No, please..."

"Yes," Will
breathed. "This is your punishment for attempting to entrap an
innocent man of the cloth."

"Innocent?"

"As pure as
driven lust."

"Please, I'm a
virgin."

"You were a
virgin," he chuckled. "And it came to pass that I came in your
pussy."

"You're an
evil, despicable man," she hissed, trying to escape the lewd
coupling as he grabbed her hips.

"Forgive her,
Lord, for she knows not what she is saying."

"I know very
well what I'm saying," she returned. "You're an evil man."

"Forgive me,
Satan," Will chuckled. "For I know damn well what I am doing."

Withdrawing
his wet cock, he rammed his knob-end deep into her tight pussy as
she gasped and squirmed over the laundry basket. His lower belly
slapping the glowing orbs of her spanked buttocks, his swinging
balls pummelling the fleshy rise of her mons, he took her with
gusto. She was tight, hot and very wet; taking Will back to the
good old days. It had been one thing leaving the priesthood, but
another setting up home with Josie and remaining faithful to her.
Well, almost faithful. To allow girls' pussies to go unfucked was a
crime, he reflected. To allow the tight sheaths of their bottoms to
remain virginal was sacrilege, tantamount to criminal negligence.
But the good old days were here again, and he wasn't going to let
them slip through his pussy-wet fingers.

The squelching of the quivering girl's vaginal juices mingling
with her cries of protest and ecstasy, she clung to the laundry
basket for dear life as her naked body rocked with the fucking.
Again and again, Will rammed his length deep into the tight duct of
her rhythmically contracting pussy to the accompaniment of her
whimpers of imminent orgasm. There was nothing he liked more than a
gush of female orgasmic fluid flooding his swinging balls, spurting
from a teenage girl's spasming fanny hole and splattering his inner
thighs.
For what I am receiving, may the
Lord make me truly come
.

"Oh, oh," the
girl whimpered, her vaginal muscles gripping the defrocked priest's
penis as the birth of her orgasm welled within her. "Coming,
coming, coming, coming..." she gasped with every impalement of her
pussy. Will could feel her erect clitoris rubbing against his
veined shaft as he repeatedly thrust into her. Parting her buttocks
he pressed his thumb into her, massaging the sensitive walls of her
rectum.

"Let there be
sperm," he gasped, his orgasmic liquid pumping from his throbbing
knob, bathing her. The girl crying out as her pleasure erupted
within the pulsating crown of her clitoris, Will repeatedly rammed
his cockhead deep into her tight cunt, filling her with his male
seed until she overflowed. Her cries growing louder as her orgasm
peaked, Will pressed his thumb deeper into her anal canal,
sustaining her pleasure as his balls drained. Finally slowing his
fucking rhythm, he stilled his cock deep within her spasming cunt.
Her taut love lips gripping the root of his deflating organ, his
knob absorbing the inner heat of her body, he panted for breath as
his pleasure waned.

"Who's in
there?" came a familiar voice, accompanied by urgent and frenzied
hammering on the locked door. "Sister Uterinus, are you in there?"
Sliding his wet cock out of the trembling girl's vaginal sheath,
Will lowered his cassock and look about the room for means of
escape. The girl hauling herself upright and reeling on her sagging
legs, she grabbed her habit and clutched the garment to her breast
as the Reverend Mother again hammered on the door.

"I'm here,"
the girl replied, slipping her habit over her head.

"Why is the
door locked? Who's in there with you?"

"No one,
Reverend Mother," she said, opening the door as Will dived into the
laundry basket and covered himself with soiled knickers.

"What is going
on?" the hag-bag asked, flouncing into the room. "Where's
Entercock?"

"He... he
didn't turn up," the girl stammered. "I brought my laundry in here
and the door got stuck. I couldn't get out."

"He didn't
turn up?" the woman frowned.

"I waited in
the chapel, as planned, but he didn't arrive."

"I've a
feeling he's in the building," the hag-bag murmured suspiciously.
"There's a police officer waiting in my study. I shall lock all the
doors and have him search every square inch of the convent. Right,
follow me."

"But, Reverend
Mother..."

"I shall start
by locking this door from the outside."

Fuck, Will
thought, wondering how he was going to escape as the door slammed
shut and the key clicked in the lock. A police officer? He should
have known the Reverend Slutter would pull a stroke like this. But
he hadn't done anything illegal, had he? Illegal or not, if he was
caught in the laundry room with a girl's fanny juice dripping from
his knob...

Entercock
stood on his soapbox in the village square. "Incest!" he yelled.
"Incest was rife. Jacobite begat Mellors, Mellors begat Chatterley,
Chatterley begat Kathy, Kathy begat Heathcliffe... Descendants from
Adam and Eve, they were all brothers and sisters. Brothers and
sister fornicating with each other. Fertilizing each other and
producing rugrats. Inbreeding, incest, sins of the flesh with their
own flesh and blood. Incest!"

"Someone ought
to put a stop to this," Father Kosher muttered, scratching his bald
head through his skullcap. "It's blasphemy, that's what it is."

"I couldn't
agree more," the Mother Superior snapped, watching the crowd
gathering at Entercock's feet. "This is exactly the way he behaved
when he was Priest of Cumsdale Church. By the way, he had the
audacity to visit the convent the other day."

"Really? What
was he doing there?"

"He was after
the nuns again. I'd set a trap, lured him to the convent yesterday,
but he somehow got away. His insatiable thirst for wild sex is
repugnant in the extreme."

"An insatiable
thirst for wild sex? Surely the people of Cumsdale Village know of
his behaviour? I've only been here for a month, but I've already
heard several rumours concerning Entercock's escapades. To be
honest, I didn't realize the full extent of his lecherous
ways."

"You don't
know the half of it, Father Kosher. Look at him wearing that
cassock. He is not a priest. We should join forces, Father. Join
forces against the evil forces that evil man is calling upon."

"Satan?"

"No, you and
me. We should take up arms against Entercock."

"Take up arms?
You mean, fight him?"

"Not
physically. But we should conspire against him. I'd go as far as to
say that we should form a sectarian faction."

"Surely that's
obscene?"

"Of course
it's not. A sectarian faction is a bunch of people against
Entercock."

"Ah, yes. I
agree, Reverend Mother. What shall we do?"

"Lay another
trap for him. I want you to invite him to your church, Father."
Pursing her lips, she was obviously deep in thought as Entercock
rambled on about incest. "Do you know any very attractive, very
promiscuous teenage girls?" she finally asked.

"Goodness me,
Reverend Mother. Certainly not."

"Are you sure
you can't lay your hand on one?"

"Lay my
hands... Of course I'm sure. The very suggestion offends me."

"In that case,
my plan will be a non-starter."

"Oh. Well... I
suppose I do know one girl. Or two or three. Say, half a dozen at a
push."

"Good, good.
Have one of them in your church this afternoon."

"Have one in
my church?" he echoed, aghast.

"Preferably
two."

"Two at once?
Reverend Mother," he whispered, looking about him, "do you realize
what it is you're asking me to do?"

"Of course,
Father Kosher. What's the matter? Can't you manage it?"

"I... I
suppose I could try. It's been such a long time since I..."

"This is the
plan," she broke in eagerly. "Have the girls against the wall by
the flower stand. Entercock will arrive and..."

"I can't agree
to that, Reverend Mother. I mean, someone might come in and see me.
God might be watching. Couldn't I have them over my office
desk?"

"Over your
office desk? Entercock would think that rather odd. It's not normal
to come across two girls over a desk. They'd rouse his suspicion.
You'll have them up against the wall."

"We're
supposed to be catching him in the act, not me. I'll have them over
the desk, if it's all the same to you. I'll have them from
behind."

"Father
Kosher! I have not devised this dastardly plan to satisfy your
lusts."

"But... I
meant..."

"The idea is
that Entercock arrives and the girls happen to be milling around by
the flowers. He'll get chatting to them and, knowing him, one thing
will lead to another. The police will be in hiding."

"I don't quite
follow, Reverend Mother. How does my having sex against the wall
with the girls help trap Entercock?"

"What's the
matter with you, man? Is that all you think about? Sex?"

"Yes. I mean,
no. I thought you meant..."

"Two
o'clock."

"Is it? I
thought it was almost twelve."

"Have the
girls in the church at two o'clock. I'll get word to Entercock that
there are two very voluptuous beauties..."

"Bending over
my office desk?"

"How old are
you, Father Kosher?"

"Sixty-two...
I think."

"The male
menopause, that's what it is. Please, stop thinking about having
sex with girls bending over your desk and pay attention. The girls
will me milling around, admiring the flowers. The police will be in
hiding and when Entercock strikes they'll leap out and arrest him
for gross indecency. Right, I have to make plans. Go and get your
end sorted out and I'll..."

"There's
nothing wrong with my end, Reverend Mother. I'll have you know I
have a fine end."

"The church
and the girls, man. Prepare the church and the girls."

"Oh, I see.
Two o'clock?"

"Two
o'clock."

Leaving his
soapbox, Will headed for the local pub and ordered a pint of
bitter. The villagers of Cumsdale now knew that he was back in
business, and he reckoned that they'd be flocking to his church,
and his new bar, in their droves. Slurping his pint, he thought
himself lucky to have managed to slip out of the laundry room
window and slide down the drainpipe before the hag-bag and the
police discovered him. Making off with twenty or so pairs of
knickers stuffed up his cassock, he'd thought himself more than
lucky.

"How's it
going?" Jack asked.

"Ah,
landlord," Will grinned. "The bar is amazing. Those blokes did a
damned good job."

"They're
fucking good lads, as long as you don't upset them. So, the bar's
for your private fucking use?"

"Yes, that's
right. It was Josie's idea."

"Liar."

"OK, so it
would have been her idea had she thought of it. I'm hoping to open
the bar for business... For my private use, this evening. Would you
happen to have a couple of spare barrels?"

"How much do
you intend to fucking drink?"

"Er... Quite a
lot. One lager and one bitter would be fine. Oh, and some gas."

"Fucking
gas?"

"If that's
OK?"

"Cash?"

"But, of
course."

"OK, I'll sort
it. I'll have the lads do a drop later."

"Thanks, Jack.
You're a mate."

"I'm a fucking
idiot."

As the man
wandered off to serve a customer, Will rubbed his hands together
gleefully. This was only day two and, apart from the Reverend
Slapper causing trouble, things were going very well. He'd spunked
one nun's mouth, and fucked another nun's tight pussy. And he'd not
even started on young Marianne. Finishing his pint, he left the pub
and walked home. There was work to be done. The lounge converted
into a church, the greenhouse cleared in readiness for the cannabis
plants... There was no peace for the wicked, he chuckled inwardly,
closing the front door and wandering into the bar.

He was hardly
ready to open for business, but that didn't matter. Once the beer
was flowing, the punters wouldn't give a damn about the seating
arrangements or the decor. Leaning on the bar, he recalled his many
trips to France. He'd have to resume his duty-free runs, he mused.
Stocking up on booze was of paramount importance. But he'd also
need a music system, a till, ice buckets, ashtrays, a fruit
machine... Now there was a money spinner. There was a lot to do,
but nothing was impossible. His only concern was Josie. She'd not
phoned yet, which was just as well as he didn't like lying to her.
Although he lied freely and frequently. She'd understand why he'd
converted the dining room into a bar, wouldn't she? He'd make
money, and lots of it. She'd not only understand but give her
complete and utter support. And pigs might fly. The phone ringing,
he wandered into the kitchen and lifted the receiver.

"Mr
Entercock?" a female asked.