Depravicus (16 page)

"Shall we have
oral sex?" Levan asked, kicking the quilt off the bed and running
her fingers up and down the wet valley between her hairless vaginal
lips.

"I can't have
sex with my son," Will returned. "Oh, I mean... Yes, let's fuck
rotten. God only knows, I need it!"

"Come and lay
by my side, mother. Your son will look after your feminine
needs."

Frowning, Will
shook his head. "But you're my son, mother," he sighed, collapsing
over the girl's naked body as he passed out.

Finally coming round, Will found himself naked in bed. There
was a note from Levan on the bedside table. Picking it up and
reading her scrawled words, he smiled.
Gone
to spread some disinformation. Love your bar - and your cock. Back
soon. Love and lust, Levan
. Wondering what
she was up to, he leaped out of the bed and pulled his cassock over
his head. She was an OK bird, he reflected, noticing her shredded
clothes on the floor and wondering what she was wearing.

Making his way downstairs, he hoped that Josie wouldn't make
an untimely appearance. Imagining her coming face to face with
Levan, he cringed. All hell would be let loose, he knew as he
grabbed a can of lager from the fridge and gazed out of the window
at the garden. Marriage? He recalled Josie's comments before she'd
left for Moscow.
Until death do us
part
. Marriage was all very well, but the
restrictions and confines left men hoping for sex before too long
or having to imagine naked girls and resort to wanking.

He'd cross
that bridge when we came to it, he thought, frowning as he noticed
movement in the bushes at the end of the garden. A rabbit? He
pretended to fill the kettle and kept his eye on the bushes. The
branches moving to one side, he knew that he was being watched. The
Reverend Mother wouldn't lurk in the bushes, would she? Perhaps the
Bishop... This was ridiculous, he reflected. There were bloody
spies everywhere. The front doorbell ringing, he walked through the
hall half expecting to find Josie on the step.

"Oh, Lana," he
smiled, eyeing the girl's short skirt, her partially open
blouse.

"I thought I'd
get the bar ready for this evening," she said, walking past him
into the hall.

"Er, yes. Good idea." Following her, he recalled the Bishop's
words.
Entercock will never guess that
we've recruited her as a spy
. "So, what
have you been up to?" he asked as she cleared the empty glasses
from the bar.

"Nothing
really," she replied. Offering him a slight smile, she averted her
wide eyes. "I was talking to a man in the lane earlier," she began
shakily. "He was telling me about a party. It's being held in the
church down the lane."

"Oh?" Will
breathed, keeping an eye on the swaying bushes at the end of the
garden. "Which church is that?"

"Father
Kosher's church, I believe."

"Who was this
man? Do you know him?"

"No, he said
that the church will be full of girls. It's this evening at eight
o'clock. I don't know why he told me about the party. Perhaps
they're short of guests or something. Anyway, I'll be working here.
You might as well go."

"I won't be
able to go," Will said. "I've been invited to a little soiree at
the convent. Just a few drinks and some fun with several young
nuns. It starts at nine."

"Young nuns?"
she frowned. "And you're getting there at nine o'clock?"

"That's right.
The Reverend Mother knows nothing of our regular gatherings. We
meet in the basement below the chapel and usually party all
night."

"May I use
your phone?" she asked. "I've just remembered that I have to call
someone."

"Of course,"
Will replied. "Use the one in the kitchen."

So far so
good, he thought, swigging from his can of lager. Moving to the
door, he listened to the girl informing the Reverend Mother of the
party in the basement that evening. At least he was discovering who
was in which camp, he pondered. But he was going to have to be very
careful. Spreading disinformation was all very well, but he had to
remember the lies he'd told.

Turning his
thoughts to Lolita, he wondered what her next move would be. She'd
obviously told the Reverend Mother of her plight. No doubt some
plan or other was being hatched, he reflected, eyeing the backs of
Lana's legs as she returned to the bar. Wondering whether she'd
enjoy a rampant mouth-fuck he focused on her tight miniskirt
following the contours of her pert bottom.

"You seemed to
enjoy yourself with Lolita," he said, again looking through the
window at the bushes. "Will you be seeing her again?"

"I... I don't
think so," she replied hesitantly.

"Oh, that's a
shame. I would have thought you'd have got together again. Seeing
as you both got on so well, I'd have thought..."

"I don't know
anything about her."

"Ships in the
night," Will chuckled. "Right, this won't do. I have to get on. Oh,
by the way. What did the Reverend Mother say?"

"She said
she'd plan... I mean..."

"Plan what?
Plan to capture me in the basement screwing a nun?"

"No, no... I
didn't say anything about the basement."

"Clothes off,
Lana."

"What?"

"Take your
clothes off, please."

"But..."

"You're to be
severely punished for your wicked sins."

"Wicked sins?
I... I don't know what you're talking about," she said, forcing a
laugh. "I have to prepare the bar for this evening."

"You can't
escape," he murmured, closing and locking the door. "You won't
leave this house until you've received your gruelling and most
severe punishment."

"Look, this is
silly. I spoke to the Reverend Mother the other day. But I don't
see what that has to do with anything."

"You rang her
just now."

"Yes, just to
say that..."

"That I'd be
at the convent this evening."

"No, of course
not. I want to become a nun. That's why I rang her."

"You want to
become a nun, my arse," Will returned. "The sooner you remove your
clothes, the sooner you'll be free to leave."

"You can't
force me to..."

"Try me."

Her trembling
fingers unbuttoning her blouse, she slipped the garment over her
shoulders and lay it over the bar. Unhooking her lace bra, she
obviously realized that there was no escaping the infamous Will
Entercock. She'd have to do exactly as she was told to keep him
happy. If she didn't... But Will was far from happy. To think that
the little beauty had double-crossed him was terrible. What with
Lolita Crotchly on the Reverend Slagger's side, and Esra well in
with the Bishop, it seemed that every teenage girl in the village
was against him. And who the hell was lurking down the garden? But
Will had faith, and wasn't going to be beaten.

Watching Lana
peel the cups of her bra away from her firm breasts, Will felt his
penis stiffen and twitch in anticipation. He'd already arse-fucked
the girl, he reflected, his heavy balls rolling. Now it was time to
sample the delights of her pretty little mouth, her tight vaginal
sheath. Pulling her skirt down her long legs, the swell of her red
panties coming into view, she kicked the garment aside along with
her shoes and looked at Will. He grinned and nodded, indicating for
her to slip her panties down. Her thumbs between the tight elastic
of her panties and her hips, she tentatively tugged the garment
down her shapely thighs.

"Open your
pussy," Will said unashamedly as she stepped out of her
panties.

"Please,
I..."

"Show me your
pussy."

"Look, what we
did yesterday with Lolita was fun. But I came here to work, not to
be your sex-slave or be punished whenever it takes your fancy."

"You're right,
it was fun. And you came here to work. But you also came here to
spy on me, to tell the Reverend Mother and the Bishop about me. I'm
sorry, Lana, but you got yourself involved and now you'll be
punished. It's not my choice, believe me."

"Then, whose
choice is it?"

"It's the will
of God. I am nothing more than a servant, carrying out my
instructions. Now, open your pussy."

Taking the
outer lips of her vagina between her fingers and thumbs, she peeled
her pussy open wide, exposing the intricate inner folds of her most
secret place. Focusing on the cone of glistening pink flesh
surrounding the wet entrance to her vaginal sheath, he licked his
lips. She'd be a tasty morsel, he knew as she pulled her love lips
further apart, exposing the rubicund nub of her erect clitoris.
There was nothing he liked more than sucking a girl's pussy,
swallowing the nectar of sex. Instructing her to place one foot on
the arm of a chair, he knelt before her and gazed longingly at the
yawning crack of her teenage pussy. The black curls of her pubic
hairs were well trimmed, sparsely covering the swell of her fleshy
vaginal lips. Her pubes would have to go, Will decided, moving his
open mouth closer to the girl's intimacy.

Licking her
vaginal inlet, lapping up the flowing liquid of female lust, he
pushed his tongue deep into her tight cunny hole. Her juices of
desire streaming, running over his face as he tongued her, she
began to quiver in her rising arousal. This was all very well, Will
thought, sucking her female nectar, but this was no punishment for
her wicked trickery. A spanking was in order, he decided. But not
until she'd flooded his mouth with her juices of female orgasm. Her
arousal soaring, she stretched the fleshy lips of her love crack
even further apart, exposing the reddening flesh of her cunny,
opening to his snaking tongue.

Will was sure
someone was still lurking in the garden, watching. But he wasn't
bothered. Moving behind the girl he parted her pert buttocks and
exposed the small inlet to her rectum. Licking her there, tasting
the forbidden fruits of her anal rosebud, he pushed his tongue into
her hot duct. Savouring the bittersweet taste of her rectal canal,
he locked his lips to her ring and sucked hard. Trembling, gasping
in the grip of her debauched pleasure, she reached back and yanked
her bottom cheeks wide apart. Her secret hole stretching wide open,
allowing Will better access to her inner core, she offered him the
very centre of her body.

"Yes," she
breathed, bending over and projecting her firm bum cheeks as he
deftly tongued the damp walls of her rectum. With one foot still on
the arm of the chair she leaned over the table, her anal estuary
gaping as Will managed to force his tongue deeper into her channel
of forbidden pleasure. Recalling his huge cock embedded in her
arse, his swollen knob throbbing, pumping sperm, he felt his balls
roll and heave.

Wondering
whether he'd ever have the pleasure of Mrs Baxter's so-called
daughter, Marianne, he imagined tongue-fucking the girl's tight
arse. There was something about tonguing, fingering and fucking
girls' arses; the bittersweet taste, the hugging tightness of the
rectal sheath, the loving grip of the anus. Perhaps it was the
illicitness of the act that dragged men's attention to the female
rear passage. There again, perhaps it was nothing more than sheer
decadence on Will's part.

Lana must have
been some kind of contortionist, Will thought as she projected her
naked buttocks even further. With one foot on the arm of the chair,
the other on the floor several feet away, the clammy gully of her
bottom and the drenched valley of her pussy were yawning like huge
crevasses. Her juices of girl-sex gushing from her hot vaginal
sheath, the duct of her rectum expanding to an incredible size, he
managed to push his wet tongue even deeper into the fiery core of
her trembling body. She was in for another good anal fucking, that
was for sure. There was no way a teenage sex-contortionist was
going to get away without a damned good arse-fuck and bowel
sperming.

"Do you want
me to open wider?" she breathed.

"Wider?" Will
frowned, slipping his tongue out of her rhythmically contracting
rectum. "What do you mean?"

"A girlfriend
taught me the trick. I'll show you."

Watching with
bated breath, Will couldn't believe his eyes as the girl somehow
worked her anal sphincter muscles, her anus enlarging to a diameter
of at least two inches. Peering into her gaping anal tube, focusing
on the slimed, muscular walls of her rectum, Will moved forward and
pushed his tongue deep into her massive hole. Her brown ring
enveloping his lips as he pushed his mouth into her cavernous
rectum, he imagined driving not only his huge cock into her hot
core, but forcing his balls into her cavernous duct. She really was
incredible, he reflected. She was a girl who knew how to derive
pleasure from her beautiful body. She was also a double-crossing
spy who deserved a buttock thrashing. But there was plenty of time
for that later.

His lips and
tongue leaving her rectum with a loud sucking sound, he managed to
push four fingers into her anal passage. Fisting was something he'd
tried many times, but he'd never managed to accomplish the feat.
Most girls didn't like the idea of a fist rammed up their arse,
much to his disappointment. But Lana was different. Her anal ring
expanding, slipping over his knuckles, he finally managed to drive
his entire fist into her core. With her anus tightly gripping his
wrist she gasped and writhed in forbidden ecstasy.

"And my
pussy," she breathed shakily. "Fist my pussy." That was a request
Will couldn't decline. Sliding his fingers into her vagina, he
managed to slip his fist into her. With both fists embedded within
her depths he began the double pistoning, taking the shuddering
girl to incredible heights of sexual euphoria. Her inner lips
stretched tautly around his left wrist, her tight anal ring hugging
his right, he watched in awe.