Depravicus (7 page)

"Speaking."

"I'm not going
to reveal my identity."

"Aren't
you?"

"No."

"Have you lost
your memory? Do you know who you are?"

"Of course
I... All I'll say is that I'm an extremely worried villager."

"Oh?"

"I'm calling
because I'm exceedingly concerned about a couple of girls. They
hang around Father Kosher's church."

"Hang around?
Who are they?"

"They're not
from Cumsdale so I doubt that you'd know them. They're unsavoury
girls, Mr Entercock. I believe that they're up to no good."

"I see. And,
you think I can help?"

"I was hoping
that you might try to save them from the wickedness of their wicked
sins. They're usually at the church around two o'clock. I don't
know what they get up to, exactly. But I do know they participate
in highly questionable sexual practices. They only go to the church
when Father Kosher isn't around. I was wondering whether you'd go
along and..."

"Of course,"
Will agreed eagerly. A chance to meet two unsavoury girls who
participated in highly questionable sexual practices? "I'll be
there at two."

"That's very
good of you."

"It'll be very
good of the girls. Er... It's very good of you to tip me off about
the horny little... About the girls' wicked ways."

"I'm sorry
that I can't reveal my identity. It's just that..."

"I understand,
Mrs Smythe-Cummings. Leave it to me. I shall guide the girls back
onto the path of righteousness." And guide his cock up their
pussies.

"Thank you, Mr
Entercock. You've put my mind at rest."

This was a
turn up for the books, Will mused, rubbing his crotch. With Father
git-face Kosher out of the way, he'd have the church to himself.
And the delectable girls. It wasn't that he didn't like old man
Kosher. But he had been rather bigheaded since he'd arrived in the
village a month previously. Building up his congregation and
spreading the word that Cumsdale now had a decent church, a proper
church... Entercock's church had been the best in the land, bulging
at the seams every Sunday morning. People just couldn't keep away.
Maybe it was because the basement bar opened at midday. But it was
bums on pews that counted, and cash in the collection plates. And
Will was an expert at both.

After a
shower, he donned his cassock and slipped his shoes and socks on.
Splashing aftershave over his face he brushed his dark hair back
and admired his reflection in the hall mirror. His cock twitching
expectantly, he left the house and walked down the lane with more
than a spring in his step - and his balls. Father Kosher's church
was almost a mile away, but Will was sure that the trek was going
to be well worth it.

Passing the
convent, he recalled climbing down the drainpipe the previous day.
The old hag would have been seething with anger when she'd searched
every square inch of the building and found no sign of him. And no
doubt she'd looked a complete and utter fool in front of the police
officer.

The birds
singing, the sun shining, Will breathed in the country air,
whistling to himself as he neared the church. This was just like
the old days, he reflected. Naked beneath his cassock, the prospect
of screwing a couple of horny girls... Two unsavoury girls who
participated in highly questionable sexual practices? Deliberating
on the questionable practices he'd participated in over the ears,
he wondered what they were in to.

Finally
entering the church, he checked his watch. He was half an hour
early, but he could wait. Wandering down the aisle, he recalled his
own church. The cold air of the stone building, the musk of time
filling his nostrils, the altar... He'd had a few women over the
altar in his time. Church candles, fingers, vibrators, his tongue,
his cock... There had been dozens of insertions. His lounge was no
substitute, but it was going to have to suffice for the time
being.

Hearing voices
outside, he slipped behind a pillar and peered out of the shadows.
His lips furling into a wicked grin, he eyed the two girls as they
looked about. Wearing miniskirts, they really were tasty. Their
nipples pressing through their tight T-shirts, their long hair
flowing over their shoulders, they were definitely ripe for a
damned good shagging.

"He'll be half
an hour, yet," the blonde sighed, plonking herself on a pew. "I
don't know why we have to be here this early."

"Father Kosher
told us to be here early," the dark-haired girl returned, joining
her friend on the pew.

"We don't even
know Entercock. Who is he?"

"A priest,
apparently."

"Why do we
have to be really friendly with him when we don't even know
him?"

"I don't know
any more than you. All we can do is wait and see what happens."

Frowning, Will
crept into the office and opened the window. The Reverend Mother
was a devious cow, he reflected, clambering through the window and
falling to the ground. And as for Father Kosher, he mused, standing
up and brushing grass off his cassock. The man was a snide bastard.
Slipping into the undergrowth, he kept his eye on the main doors of
the church. Guessing the girls were supposed to be overly friendly
towards him so he'd be caught in a compromising situation, he
checked his watch again. Fifteen minutes to go, he thought,
wondering why he'd been such a fool. An anonymous phone call
concerning two unsavoury girls? He shook his head. He'd been
stupid.

Watching the
girls wander out of the church, he had no idea what was going on.
Checking their watches, they mumbled something to each other.
Eyeing their naked thighs emerging from beneath their short skirts,
he decided to take the bait. But not anywhere near the church.
Coming up with an idea, he brushed his dark hair back and chuckled
wickedly. They were bait, and he was going to eat the bait.
Grinning, he emerged from the undergrowth and walked towards the
delectable females.

"Good
afternoon," he said. "And what delightful afternoon God has given
us."

"Oh," the
blonde gasped, turning and facing him. "You made me jump."

"Sorry."

"Is your name
Entercock?" the dark-haired girl asked.

"Entercock?"
he frowned. "Good God, no. You're not expecting that despicable
man, are you?"

"Yes, we are.
He's supposed to be here at two o'clock. Do you know him?"

"Know him?
Good grief. I wouldn't hang around if I were you. The last man you
want to meet is Entercock."

"Why's
that?"

"He's... We
can't talk here. He's the last person I want to bump in to. Follow
me, and I'll explain."

"But, we're
supposed to wait in the church," the blonde said. "He's a priest
and... Hang on. You're a priest."

"I am indeed.
I'm Father..." Father Shagnasty? "Er... Father Testiculus."

"That's an
unusual name."

"I'm an
unusual man, my child."

"We'd better
wait in the church for Entercock."

"It's up to
you," Will sighed, walking towards the trees. "You want to stay
here and meet Entercock, then on your heads be it."

"Well, I
suppose..."

As the girls
followed Will along a path into the woods, he could almost smell
their fresh cunny juice oozing from their little pink sex cracks.
Lambs to the slaughter, he thought in his rising wickedness. They'd
be tight, hot, wet... Calling him, the girls turned off the main
path and headed into the undergrowth. Turning back, wondering where
they were going, he followed them until they were a good
two-hundred yards away from the church.

"This is far
enough away from the church," the dark girl said. Watching the
girls sit cross-legged on the soft grass, he sat between them and
adjusted his tenting cassock as his penis stood to attention.
Wondering which beauty to fuck first, he eyed the white material of
their damp panties straining to contain their pussy lips. Once he'd
ripped their panties off he'd sniff the crotches, breathe in the
aphrodisiacal scent of girl-juice.

"Tell us about
Entercock," the dark girl said, tugging her skirt over her thighs
in an effort to conceal her panties.

"Where to
begin?" Will chortled. "Before I start, what did father Kosher say
to you? What were you supposed to do when Entercock arrived?"

"Be overly
friendly towards him. I think it was some sort of trap."

"You've had a
lucky escape, my child. Entercock is a sad and depraved sexual
beast."

"Really?" the
blonde grinned eagerly.

"He's a
terrible man," Will continued, trying to drag his eyes away from
the two pairs of tight panties. "He does terrible things."

"Go on," the
blonde breathed, leaning forward. "What does he do, exactly?"

"Strips girls
naked, runs his hands all over their beautiful bodies, strokes and
caresses between their legs..."

"Sounds
interesting," the dark girl murmured huskily. "I think we should go
back and wait for him."

"You haven't
heard the half of it," Will chuckled. "Two extremely pretty girls
such as you... He'd eat you for breakfast."

"Eat us?" the
blonde giggled.

"Every little
bit of you. From your pretty heads, all the way down to your firm,
ripe... From your chests, all the way down to your hot, wet,
tight... Every little bit of you."

"Sounds
interesting."

"He does
terrible things to girls with his... his penis."

"Such as?" the
blonde beamed.

"Sounds very
interesting."

"I couldn't
tell you," Will said. "No, I can't say any more."

"Oh, please
tell us," the dark girl whined.

"You might be
shocked."

"We like being
shocked."

"All right,"
Will conceded, his penis twitching beneath his cassock. "Entercock
likes girls to suck his penis."

"Really?" they
gasped in unison.

"I'm afraid
so. He also... I'd have to show you."

"Show us
what?" the blonde asked, cocking her head to one side.

"Show you what
he does to their naked bodies. You'd have to strip off," he said,
sure they would never do such a thing.

"Take all our
clothes off?"

"Of course. I
can't show you the things Entercock does unless you take all your
clothes off."

"I suppose
it'll be all right," the blonde said, facing her friend.

"I will if you
will," the girl said softly.

"All right,
we'll do it."

"Good, good.
You've made a most un... A most wise decision, my children."

Standing, the girls didn't hesitate to pull their T-shirts
over their heads and slip their short skirts down their shapely
legs. This was rather easy, Will mused, gazing up at the beauties
as they unhooked their straining bras. It was almost as if this was
a trap. But, no. They were well away from the church and the
Reverend Slagger. The posse would be lying in wait in or near the
church, so he was safe enough in the woods.
And let there be great doubt
, he
reflected.
And there was great
doubt
.

He wouldn't
have put anything past the Reverend Spunker. She, or one of her
conspirators, could have followed him into the woods. They might be
spying, lurking with a camera to take incriminating photographs. If
only. He was going to have to play this very carefully, he knew as
the girls peeled their bra cups away from their firm breasts.
Watching as they slipped their thumbs between the tight elastic of
their panties and their shapely hips, Will waited with bated
breath.

"I don't think
we should be doing this," the blonde murmured.

"Neither do
I," her friend said.

"But...
but..." Will stammered. So near and yet so far. "Girls, girls," he
smiled.

"We shouldn't
be taking our clothes off," the blonde said firmly. "It's not right
to take our clothes off in the woods in front of a strange
man."

That was true.
"But I'm a man of the cloth," Will returned. "I'm a priest. Surely
you know that priests are..."

"I know what
they're like," the dark-haired girl broke in. "I've read about
priests in the Sunday papers."

"Ah, yes..."
Will breathed uneasily. "Don't always believe what the papers
say."

"Priests spank
choirboys' bottoms."

"I know they
do. I mean... Goodness me, I've never spanked a choirboy's bottom."
He'd thrashed many a girl's naked buttocks. "I thought you wanted
me to show you what Entercock does to little girls?"

"All right,"
the blonde sighed. "As you're a priest, I suppose it'll be OK." It
would be a dream come true.

As they pulled
their panties down, revealing the tops of their tightly closed sex
slits, Will gasped. He'd not been expecting the beautiful sight
that met his wide eyes. Both girls had shaved their vulval flesh.
Focusing on their vaginal cracks framed within the V formed by the
tops of their thighs, he reckoned he was in for an hour or so of
rampant sex. But this was all too good to be true, he thought,
wondering when the hag-bag would pounce. Girls didn't just strip
off in front of priests, did they?

"I see you've
shaved," he said, his eyes darting between the smooth flesh of the
pretty girls' swollen love lips. "You both have beautiful
bodies."

"Show us what
Entercock does to girls," the blonde said, standing before him as
he fidgeted uneasily on the grass.

"Well, he..."
Gazing at their pussies only inches from his face, he leaned
forward. "He kisses girls, like this," he said, pressing his lips
against the soft, warm flesh of the blonde's vaginal lips.

"Ooh," she
squealed. "I like that."

"Show me how
he does it," the dark girl said, thrusting her hips forward and
offering him her creamy crack.