Depravicus (20 page)

Having slept
in the office, Will had woken at seven o'clock and taken a shower.
Ignoring the phone as it rang for the umpteenth time, he finally
left the bathroom and stood outside the bedroom door. Lolita would
be sleeping, he mused, inching the door open. His cock stiffening,
his balls in need of a damned good nibbling, he gazed at the pretty
girl, her breasts peeping over the top of the quilt. Creeping into
the room, he carefully pulled the quilt back and gazed longingly at
the lips of her pussy, the wet crack of her vagina. Her firm
breasts, her nipples rising invitingly, she was a picture of
feminine sexuality.

Her mouth
partially open, Will wondered how many cocks she'd sucked, how many
purple knobs had slipped between her pouting lips and bathed her
tongue with spunk. Her long black hair fanning out across the
pillow, her legs parted, she was in need of a damned good rogering.
Grabbing the base of his erect cock, Will retracted his foreskin in
readiness to fuck her. The purple globe of his knob glistening in
the light, he was about to climb onto the bed and impale the girl
on it when she stirred and opened her eyes.

"What are you
doing?" she asked dreamily, stretching her naked limbs as sleep
left her.

"Want this up
your arse?" he chuckled crudely, standing beside the bed and
wanking.

"Certainly
not," she returned. "I don't take cocks up my fucking arse."

"You do now,"
he grinned, rolling her over. "You have a nice bum," he said,
leaping onto the bed between her splayed legs and parting her firm
buttocks as she struggled to break free.

"Get off me,"
she protested as he yanked her naked buttocks further apart and
licked the sensitive tissue of her brown anal eye. "I am not going
to have your fucking cock up my fucking arse."

"But you are,
my horny little nymph. You're going to have my beautiful cock
shoved right up your fucking arse."

"Talk about a
rude cunting awakening," she murmured, his wet tongue teasing the
delicate brown tissue surrounding her tightly closed
bottom-hole.

Obviously
enjoying the anal licking, she relaxed and breathed deeply as Will
salivated her rectal inlet, lubricating her small hole in
preparation for the insertion of his massive cock. Her face buried
in the pillow, she parted her legs wider as he tongued her tight
anal hole, teasing the secret nerve endings there. Pressing his
thumbs into her anal crease he parted her buttocks, opening the
entrance to her inner core and lapping fervently at the walls of
her rectum. As he sucked her bottom-hole he thought about her
curvaceous body. Only an inch below nestled the opening of her sex
sheath. He'd soon have his tongue there, lapping her vaginal cream,
his cock there, fucking her.

"That's nice,"
she breathed dreamily, her naked body trembling as he tongue-fucked
her pert bottom. "Open my arse wider." Complying with her crude
request, Will stretched the tight hole of her bottom further open,
his tongue driving deeper into the heat of her anal canal as she
squirmed and writhed in her illicit ecstasy. Guilt consuming him as
thoughts of Josie loomed in his mind, images of the girl walking
into the bedroom and discovering his adulterous act, he decided to
be firm with her. She'd been complaining about her dining room
when, after all, it was Will's house. It wasn't as though they were
married, he reflected, sucking hard on Lolita's anal inlet. Josie
was good in bed, good company, a brilliant cook... But she needed a
firm hand, and a firm cock up her arsehole.

The phone
ringing again, Will ignored it as he tongued Lolita's anal canal,
lubricating her tight rectum with saliva in readiness for the
inevitable penile penetration of her sweet bottom-hole. The phone
ringing incessantly, he knew it would be Josie. What was he doing?
What was happened to her dining room? How many girls had he fucked?
How many times had he wanked? Hoping she was still in Moscow, he
wondered whether she really did plan to come home. She had her
assignment to complete, and he doubted that she'd leave at the drop
of a hat. Or the drop of a girl's panties.

Wishing he'd
contacted the KGB and told them that she was a spy, he wondered
whether to call the police and inform them that she was going to
bring drugs into the country. She'd be nabbed at the airport and...
and she wouldn't be carrying drugs. It would cost too much to have
a guerrilla hijack the plane and force it to land somewhere in
South America. But the idea was worth bearing in mind. Fuck, he
thought, wondering what the hell to do as he slipped a finger deep
into Lolita's bottom.

The girl
writhed and gasped as he massaged her inner rectal flesh, the
exquisitely alluring tissue of her anus stretched tautly around his
pistoning finger. He was enjoying himself, looking forward to
driving his massive organ deep into the girl's tiny arse, but he
knew that he couldn't trust her. She'd already tricked him, tried
to have his wicked ways discovered by the Reverend Slagger.
Slipping a second finger into her inflamed bottom-hole, he decided
to keep her prisoner in the garden shed. It was a pretty naff plan,
he knew, but he had to take her out of the game to be sure that she
wasn't on the side of the enemy. Besides, there was nothing like
having fresh pussy in store.

"More
fingers," she breathed, parting her thighs further. Will focused on
the swell of her naked vaginal lips ballooning between her firm
thighs, her gaping valley of desire as he thrust a third finger
into her hot anal canal. Her cunt-milk oozing between her inner
lips, he knew she was almost ready to have his cock embedded deep
within her bottom. Ordering her to get on all fours and push her
bum out, he gazed longingly at her. The lips of her pussy swelling
as she jutted her spankable buttocks out further, she parted her
knees as wide as she could, blatantly displaying herself to his
wide eyes.

She really was
a horny little beauty, he thought, watching the juices of her pussy
running down her sex valley. She wasn't a nun, he was sure as he
finger-fucked her pert bottom-hole. If she wasn't a nun and
Marianne was Mrs Baxter's daughter, then who the hell were these
angels of carnal lust? Where had they come from, and what was their
game? Lana the barmaid had said that she'd only been in the village
for a week. There were too many ravishing little tarts
materializing in the village for Will's liking. A terrible thought
striking him as he fingered Lolita's hot rectum, he wondered
whether Josie had set him up. She might have paid the girls to
seduce him, to test his fidelity. Josie would do that, would
she?

The phone
ringing again, he slipped his sticky fingers out of the girl's
bottom and grabbed his erect penis by the base. Stabbing at her
partially-open hole of illicit pleasure, he managed to push his
knob into her tight tube, his massive girth forcing her open.
Protesting wildly, Lolita tried to escape the enforced anal fucking
but Will grabbed her slender hips and drove the entire length of
his granite-hard cock deep into the contracting duct of her tight
arse. Withdrawing, he thrust into her writhing body again, his
balls battering the swell of her juice-dripping vaginal lips as he
watched her ring dragging along his penis.

"Fucking well
take it out," she hissed as he repeatedly propelled his swollen
knob into the fiery heat of her bowels.

"I will, when
I've spunked you," he chuckled, his lower belly slapping the
unblemished spheres of her naked buttocks.

"I don't want
my fucking bowels fucking spunked."

"You're going
to have your fucking bowels fucking fucked and fucking
spunked."

"What the fuck
do you think I am, an analholic?"

"But of
course."

"I'm a fucking
anal virgin, you cunt-prick. At least, I fucking was."

The phone
silent at last, Will increased his rectal shagging rhythm,
repeatedly ramming his bulbous knob deep into her pelvic core as
she spat expletives and threatened to rip his bollocks off and
shove them up his arse. She had such a wonderful way with words, he
thought, wondering where she'd be educated. The sewer? His sperm
finally surging along the tube of his swelling shaft and jetting
from his throbbing knob, he breathed heavily in his forbidden
coming as his orgasm rocked his naked body. Filling the slut's
bowels, his spunk overflowing and spraying from her stretched anal
ring, he fucked her with a cruel vengeance. Again and again he
thrust his orgasming glans into the hot depths of her body, his
sperm lubricating the enforced union as his swinging balls
drained.

She wasn't an
anal virgin, he knew as he made his last thrusts into her
contracting rectal duct. Rocking her naked body, meeting his anal
thrusts, he reckoned she'd been well and truly arse-fucked many a
time. She wasn't a virgin of any description. Finally withdrawing
his sperm-dripping penis, he eyed the swollen lips of her pussy,
the sex-cream oozing from her vaginal entrance. She'd probably had
two cocks fucking her sex hole, he mused, lying on his back and
positioning his face beneath her cunt. Knowing the slut-shag that
she was, he reckoned she might even have had two up her arse and
two up her tight pussy.

"That's nice,"
she murmured as he licked her sex-wet valley. Concentrating on her
clitoris he licked and sucked, sweeping his tongue over the
sensitive tip of her bud of female pleasure as she whimpered in her
soaring arousal. The arse-slut was going to come, he knew as her
creamy liquid gushed from her teenage cunt. Her vaginal fluid
seeping from her neglected pussy, coating his face, she began to
shake uncontrollably as the birth of her orgasm stirred deep
within. Again and again Will licked her clitoris, sucking the small
protrusion as she buried her face in the pillow and wailed.

"Yes," she
finally sang, her body shaking violently, her juices pouring as her
clitoris swelled and pulsated. Thrusting his fingers into her tight
pussy he massaged her G-spot, sustaining her pleasure as she wailed
and squirmed on the bed. Will had never known a girl come so much.
Her lubricious juices streaming over his hand, he continued to suck
and lick her clitoris, finger-fuck her pussy until she rolled onto
her side. His fingers slipping out of her sex he watched her
panting for breath, her eyes rolling as she slowly drifted down
from her sexual heaven.

"Was that OK?"
he asked, clambering off the bed.

"OK?" she
gasped, her curvaceous body contorting. "Fucking hell... I..."

"You'd better
stay there for a while," he said as the doorbell rang. "Recover
from your Entercock-induced orgasm and I'll be back in a
minute."

Grabbing his
spare cassock from the wardrobe, he hurried down the stairs.
Slipping the garment over his head he hesitated, wondering whether
Josie had returned. She'd not taken her keys with her, he
reflected, praying she'd not come back to make burgers out of his
bollocks. With Lolita recovering on the bed, Josie would go mental.
She wouldn't understand why Will had deceived her, cheated on her,
betrayed her. There again, she wouldn't give a toss why he'd done
it. She'd just tear his balls off and chuck them in the food
processor. Taking a deep breath, he finally plucked up the courage
to open the door.

"Oh," he
smiled, gazing at Marianne. "You're up bright and early."

"You stole my
photographs," she hissed, pushing past him and walking into the
hall.

"Stole your
what?" he frowned, closing the door.

"You came to
my house and stole my photographs, and my dirty panties."

"Photographs?
Dirty panties? I really have no idea what you mean. I don't want
your dirty underwear."

"Yes, you do.
I've seen your website advertising soiled panties."

"Website?" he
echoed, donning a look of angelic innocence. "What's that?"

"You know very
well what it is. Entercockenterprises dot cum. Freshly worn panties
for sale. My mother told me you'd been up to my room."

"Mrs Baxter
told you?"

"No, my mother
told me."

"Come through
to the kitchen, Marianne," he smiled, placing his hand on her
shoulder. "I'll make some coffee and we'll have a chat."

Filling the
kettle as the girl sat at the table, Will decided to feed her some
disinformation. She also needed feeding with spunk, he thought, his
cock twitching in anticipation of a hot, wet, tight pussy. Making
the coffee, his cassock tenting, he thought about checking his
website. He hadn't checked his e-mails of late, and he wondered how
many orders for knickers were piling up.

"Father Kosher
has only just left," he said, stirring the coffee.

"So?" she
snapped.

"You were
talking about photographs, which is rather a coincidence. He was
saying there's a girl who goes to his church and, well, I won't go
into the sordid details."

"What does she
do?" she asked anxiously, twisting her hair around her fingers.

"You name it,
she does it. She's a right little slut, according to old man
Kosher."

"Who... who is
she?" she stammered, her blue eyes wide.

"I don't know,
but he has photographs of her. He's bringing them round to show me
later this morning. I might order a few copies and distribute them
in the village."

"He
can't
have
photographs."

"Why can't he
have photographs? He has a very expensive camera."

"He... Oh, I
don't know."

"Apparently he
has a camera hidden beneath the altar. When he's got the girl naked
over the altar he takes photographs of her. Now what's all this
about Mrs Baxter saying I went to your room?"

"Oh,
nothing."

"I think she's
muddled herself up. She was saying Father Kosher had been to see
her and that he'd gone up to your bedroom. She reckoned he left in
a hurry, just before I arrived."