Depravicus (18 page)

"No, she's
gone to post a letter to her mother's sister's brother's husband
and then she's going to Father Kosher's church."

"I was
wondering whether I might have a look at her bedroom. You
see..."

"Of course,"
she smiled. "You go and have a look at her room and I'll put the
kettle on for tea. It's the first on the right at the top of the
stairs."

Leaving the
room, Will grinned as he went up the stairs. The tape recorder was
bound to be there, he thought, slipping into the girl's room and
switching the light on. "God, what a mess," he breathed, looking at
the panties and bras strewn everywhere. He gathered up at least a
dozen pairs and stuffed them up his cassock. Soiled knickers;
always a nice little earner, he thought, rummaging through the
dressing table drawers. A vibrator, nipple clamps, butt-plugs,
shaving foam, a length of rubber hose... Finding nothing out of the
ordinary, he moved to the bedside cabinet.

"Alleluia," he
breathed, taking the small tape recorder from the drawer. Removing
the tape and stuffing the evidence of his decadent ways into his
pocket, he was about to close the drawer when he noticed several
photographs jutting out of an envelope. Always the inquisitive, he
pulled them out and began looking through them. His dark eyes
widening as he focused on a close-up shot of Marianne kneeling on a
patch of grass in the woods, he gasped. There was nothing wrong
with a girl kneeling on the grass, even though she was naked. And
there was nothing wrong with the Bishop standing before her. It
might have been perfectly innocent, had it not been for that fact
that Marianne was sucking the Bishop's erect cock, the man's sperm
streaming down onto her pert breasts.

Another shot
showed the Bishop with his cock embedded in Marianne's bottom. This
was exactly the sort of evidence he needed to defrock the
pimple-nosed old git, Will thought as he slipped the photographs
into his pocket. Reckoning that the Bishop and the Reverend Mother
were running some sort of dodgy business from the convent, he
decided to snoop around the woman's study later that evening.
Trying to incite Will as the perpetrator of sexual wrongdoings was
probably designed to take the spotlight away from the Reverend
Slagger and the Bishop. Wondering who had taken the photographs, he
went downstairs and found Mrs Baxter in the lounge.

"I'm sorry
about the mess," the woman sighed. "Marianne will throw her dirty
nappies all over the floor."

"That's all
right," Will said, sitting in an armchair as she passed him a cup
of tea. "Most girls' bedrooms are the same."

"How do you
know?" she asked accusingly.

"I've seen
dozens of... I'm just guessing," he smiled. "I would imagine most
girls' rooms are a mess."

"Chloe's room
was always tidy. I think Marianne must get her slovenliness from
her mother."

"Yes, more
than likely," Will frowned, sipping his tea.

"She was a
terrible woman. Sex mad, you know."

"Really?"

"Oh yes. She
couldn't keep her hands to herself."

"Where is she
now?"

"Gone to
Father Kosher's church."

"Not Marianne.
Where's her mother?"

"Mrs
Baxter?"

"No, you're
Mrs Baxter."

"Exactly."

"Er... Yes, of
course."

"Do you fancy
me, Father?"

"Well, I...
You asked me that about six months ago, and look what
happened."

"I didn't ask
you anything of the kind."

"Yes you
did."

"You're just
trying to get off with me," she giggled. "I did no such thing after
I forced you to make love to me."

"I think I'll
be going. I have several things to do." Finishing his tea he stood
up. "I'll see myself out. Thanks for the tea."

"It was
coffee."

"Oh,
right."

"I thought you
wanted to ravish my naked body?"

"Not now, Mrs
Baxter. Another time, perhaps."

Leaving the
cottage, Will rubbed his hands together as he stole down the lane.
Soiled panties, the tape, photographs of the Bishop with his cock
in Marianne's various orifices... The visit to Mrs Baxter's had
been well worthwhile, he reflected. Ravish her naked body? Argh!
Hiding his spoils beneath a bush in his front garden, he made his
way to the convent. He was going to be careful, he knew as he
rounded the corner in the lane. PC Bridlington was after him, and
the man was well known for lurking, hiding in bushes and spying on
his suspects.

Creeping
through the convent grounds, Will breathed in the girl-scented air.
Hundreds of wet slits, he mused, looking up at the rows of windows.
If he could gather some incriminating evidence from the Reverend
Slagger's study, he'd be well on his way to bringing down not only
the Bishop but the hypercritical slag-bag. And he'd then be free to
roam the convent and fuck as much as he liked.

Sneaking
through the grounds, he made his way to the side door and slipped
into the building. He knew his way round the place well, and went
straight to the slagger's study. Wondering how many orgasms he'd
had in the Victorian building as he hovered outside the door, he
listened for a moment to make sure no one was in the room. Easy as
pie, he thought, finally inching the door open and slipping inside.
Heading for the desk, he began rummaging through the drawers. There
was bound to be something of interest stashed away, he was sure,
sifting through a pile of exam papers.

"What's this?"
he murmured, opening a file marked Entercock. A detailed plan drawn
of his house, times and dates noting his movements, photographs
showing him entering the convent by the side door... Slipping the
file beneath his cassock, he was about to make his getaway when he
heard voices outside the door. Fuck, he thought, looking around the
room for somewhere to hide. Slipping behind the heavy velvet
curtains drawn across the window, he held his breath as the door
opened. If the Reverend Mother caught him lurking in her
study...

"She won't be
back for ages," a girl giggled.

"I hope you're
right," another said. "If she catches us in here we'll be fucking
expelled."

"You worry too
much, Melissa. OK, where shall we start?"

"I'll look in
the filing cabinet."

"With a copy
of the exam paper, we'll be laughing. Just imagine, we'll be the
only two girls in the place with one hundred percent. We could even
sell copies of the paper to the other girls."

"We'd need to
steal a photocopier," the girl whispered, going through the
files.

"No
problem."

"Well, there's
nothing in the filing cabinet. Sarah, what are you doing?"

"Wiping pussy
juice over the cow's phone."

Will gazed
through the crack in the curtains as the girl tried to push the
receiver into her gaping pussy. Her skirt up over her stomach, her
panties around her knees, she rubbed the phone up and down her
crack, smearing her copious sex juices over the mouthpiece. Finally
managing to push the thing into her vaginal caver, she gasped. Will
couldn't believe that a girl so innocent-looking was such a
tart.

"Oh, it's all
over the phone," her friend giggled, gazing at the juice-glistening
receiver.

"That's the
idea," her friend replied, slipping the receiver out of her sex
sheath with a loud sucking sound. "Why don't you juice the old
bag's glass?"

"What, this
one?" she asked, taking a whisky tumbler from the desk.

"She drinks
her scotch from that. Rub your fanny all over it."

Will was
unable to believe his eyes as the girl lifted her short skirt and
ran the edge of the glass up and down her knickerless pussy slit.
Both girls were extremely attractive, he observed. His cock solid
beneath his cassock, he knew he was going to have to drain his
balls before long. All over the study floor at this rate, he
reflected as the girl wiped her vaginal cream around the rim of the
glass. As the other girl replaced the receiver and grabbed a pen
from the desk, she laughed and joked about the Reverend Mother
having been slimed.

"We'll slime
everything," she giggled, pushing the pen between her pussy lips
and driving it deep into her vagina. "We'll cunt-slime
everything."

"I have a
better idea," the other girl whispered, placing the glass on the
corner of the desk. "Watch this."

Bending her
knees and parting her thighs, she aligned the glass with her pussy.
Waiting for a gush of vaginal cream to spew into the glass, Will
massaged his erect cock. He really was in desperate need of a
damned good orgasm, but this was neither the time nor the place.
The girl's face grimacing, she parted the pouting lips of her
cunny, exposing the wet entrance to her sex as her friend watched.
Almost laughing out loud, Will held his hand to his mouth as a
golden stream left the girl and cascaded into the glass. Both girls
shrieking with laughter as the glass filled and overflowed, the
golden liquid running over the edge of the desk and splattering on
the carpet, Will almost fell through the curtains.

"Hello," he
grinned as the girls stared in horror at him. "What's going on here
then?"

"Nothing,
sir," the one filling the glass replied sheepishly, pulling her
short skirt down and concealing her dripping slit. "We were
just..."

"Just looking
for the exam papers?" he asked, pretending not to notice the
overflowing glass.

"No, no," the
other girl murmured. "We were looking for... for new exercise
books."

Sitting at the
desk, Will opened the draw and took out two exam papers. "I thought
you might be after these," he smiled.

"Er... Not
really."

"Now, let me
see," he murmured pensively, scrutinizing the papers. "The exam
is..."

"Tomorrow
morning, sir."

"Yes, yes of
course. I'd better put these somewhere safe. If you're sure you
don't want a couple of copies, that is."

"You'd let us
take them?" the piss-slut asked, her blue eyes frowning as she
tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Not take
them, exactly."

"What, then?"
the brunette asked.

"We might come
to an arrangement. Obviously, the better you do in the exam, the
better your chances of getting a decent job later on."

"Yes, that's
what we thought," the piss-slut beamed eagerly. "So, what's the
arrangement?"

"Show me your
naked bottom, and you can have a copy of the paper."

"Really?" she
trilled, walking around the desk and bending over. "Is this all?"
she asked, lifting her skirt and yanking the back of her tight
panties down.

"There's a
little more to it," Will smiled, eyeing the deep ravine of her anal
cleavage, the firm, rounded cheeks of her teenage bottom.

"He wants us
to suck him off," the other girl rejoined. "That's right, isn't
it?"

"Well,
I..."

"All priests
like girls sucking their cocks off. It's a well-known fact."

"Is it?"

"Of course it
is. We sucked a priest off the other day."

"You sucked
a... Who was this priest?" Will frowned, dragging his eyes away
from the other girl's spankable bottom.

"I don't know.
Father Kosh or something. We went to his church and he paid us ten
quid to suck his cock."

"You've made
my day," Will beamed. "I've been hoping to... All right then," he
said, slapping the piss-slut's naked buttocks and lifting his
cassock, "if you want the exam papers, kneel either side of the
chair and give me the blowjob of all blowjobs."

This was easy,
he thought, reclining in the chair with his rampant erection rising
tower-like from his heaving balls. Father Kosher paying girls for a
blowjob? Talk about corruption within the church! The girls
settling either side of the chair, they both grabbed his rigid
shaft and moved their heads forward. Shuddering as they locked
their lips in a passionate kiss with his purple glans sandwiched
between, he focused on their hands, their slender fingers clasping
the root of his organ. They were right little tarts, he thought,
watching their tongues running up his veined shaft, snaking over
the glistening bulb. There again, weren't all females?

The piss-slut
licking his hairy balls as the other girl sucked his swollen glans
deep into her mouth, Will knew he was about to shoot his spunk.
Gasping, raising his hips and ramming his knob deeper, he trembled
uncontrollably as his spunk coursed along his shaft and jetted from
his throbbing cockhead. He'd wanted to hold back and enjoy the
double licking, but had no choice other than to release his spunk.
Two wet tongues, two pretty mouths... He should have wanked first,
he reflected, watching the girls fervently mouthing and
sucking.

Swallowing
hard, drinking the creamy product of his orgasm, the dark-haired
girl licked and sucked on his throbbing glans as her friend parted
her lips wide and sucked his heaving balls into her hot mouth.
Spunk running in rivers down his cock shaft and streaming over the
piss-slut's face, Will watched the girls licking and nibbling,
sustaining his incredible orgasm, draining his full balls. After
eyeing Marianne's pink pussy slit and double fisting Lana's naked
body, he'd needed a damned good bollock draining. The blonde
pushing her friend aside and engulfing his knob in her thirsty
mouth, she swallowed his gushing sperm, her blue eyes rolling as
she moaned softly through her nose.

They pressed
their mouths together, his orgasming knob throbbing between their
spermed lips as they kissed. Spunk running down their chins,
streaming down the twitching shaft of his erect organ and flooding
his balls, he shuddered his last shudder as his flow of semen
finally stemmed. Their wet tongues working over his spunked balls,
lapping up the male cream from his deflating cock-shaft, they
licked their lips and sat back on their heels.