Depravicus (25 page)

"Yes, I do. I
do my best to... to teach right from wrong. Well, I have work to be
getting on with."

"I'm sure you
do. Preparing for another visit from Marianne, are you?"

"Marianne?" he
echoed, his beady eyes darting this way and that. "Er... Who's
Marianne?"

"The girl you
entertained here yesterday."

"Entertained?"

"I happened to
pop in as I was passing and I saw you with Marianne. She was on the
altar, if you recall?"

"Oh,
er..."

"You must
remember Marianne?"

"Yes, of
course I do. I was helping her."

"Helping her
in a most intimate way, from what I saw. Did she need a
doctor?"

"Er... No,
no."

"Then, why the
internal examination?"

"I wasn't here
yesterday. I've just remembered that I had to go to London. Another
priest was here, relieving me."

"It looked as
though Marianne was relieving you," Will chuckled. "So, this other
priest is your brother?"

"My brother?
No, no."

"He looked
remarkably like you. Identical, in fact."

"I didn't
actually meet him."

"Oh well, I'd
better be going. I'll see you at the meeting this evening."

"Meeting?"

"The meeting
at the convent about... Oh, I think I've put my foot in it. Er...
Forget I said anything."

"What's the
meeting about?"

"I really must
be going. Bye for now."

Leaving the
church as Kosher called after him, Will hurried down the lane. A
little more trouble caused, he reflected, noticing a girl slip into
the bushes some hundred yards ahead. Interesting, he thought, his
penis twitching as he ran along the lane to the gap in the bushes
where the girl had disappeared. Knowing the way females behaved,
Will reckoned she'd slipped into the woods for a quick frig. She'd
probably felt really horny, her clitty in dire need of massaging to
orgasm.

Following a
small path, tentatively creeping through the woods, he heard voices
and stopped. Something was afoot, he knew. Perhaps the girl was a
lesbian and she was meeting another girl in the woods for a good
licking and fingering and sucking and... Looking about, Will
determined the direction of the voices and gingerly crept towards a
large clump of bushes.

Blimey, he
thought, carefully moving a branch aside. The girl was standing in
a small clearing, completely naked, which didn't surprise him as
most village girls seemed to spend a lot of time naked in the
woods. But he was surprised to see his old mate Bob, the ex-vicar
of Kosher's church, standing before her and slipping his shirt and
trousers off. Lucky bastard, Will thought as the girl knelt on the
grass and sucked the man's cock deep into her mouth. Again Will
wondered why he'd been singled out when just about everyone else
was sucking and fucking. No one had tried to drop Bob in the shit,
or the Bishop or Kosher. Life wasn't fair, he reflected
dolefully.

Focusing on
the girl's naked body, her firm breasts, Will felt his balls spasm.
She was a fuckable beauty, he thought, gazing at her long blonde
hair cascading over her naked shoulders as she sucked the man's
bulbous glans. She was yet another dirty little tart that Will had
never seen before. Girls seemed to be invading the village, he
thought, watching the girl knead Bob's balls as she took his glans
to the back of her throat.

"Is your
friend going to turn up?" Bob asked as the girl moved her head back
and licked his globe.

"I hope so,"
she replied, standing and looking about her. "He said he'd be
here."

He? Why was
Bob prepared to share the cock-sucking slut with another man.

"I know how
much you love two cocks shagging you," Bob chuckled. "While we're
waiting, do your pussy licking thing."

Gazing at her
vaginal crack, her pouting outer lips sparsely covered with her
golden pubes, Will couldn't believe his eyes as she sat on the
grass and somehow managed to hook her legs behind her head. Her
hands by her naked buttocks, she yanked her pussy lips open,
exposing the inner folds of her cunny, her erect clitoris. Her
juices pouring from her pussy, running down over the portal to her
rectum, she lowered her head and began lapping her lubricious sex
cream.

Pushing two
fingers into her bottom, the tissue gripping her knuckles as she
pistoned her tight rectal duct, she moaned. Will had never seen
anything like it. Sucking her vaginal cream, finger-fucking her
tight anus, sucking her clitoris... Now that was female
masturbation at its best!

Her tongue
leaving the drenched sheath of her pussy, she licked her juiced
lips and rolled onto her back. Her anal eye gaping, the pink flesh
surrounding her vaginal entrance glistening in the sunlight, she
held her firm buttocks wide apart as Bob knelt on the grass.
Running his cock up and down her drenched ravine, lubricating it,
he pushed it against her anus.

This really
was amazing, watching the girl lick the veined shaft of Bob's cock
as he pushed his swollen knob deeper into her bottom. It would be
worth getting to know the horny contortionist, he mused as Bob
pushed his cock fully home, impaling the whimpering girl as she
tongued her juice-drenched cunny.

Hearing twigs
cracking, bushes rustling, Will knew it would be the girl's friend
approaching. That was that, he thought dolefully, massaging his
penis head through his cassock. His cock was going to be sadly
neglected, his knob unsucked, his balls left full. There again, all
might not be lost. If the person approaching happened to die a
horrible death before he reached the clearing... Leaving his hide,
he followed the path until he came face to face with a good looking
young man.

"Sorry," Will
smiled. "The woods are out of bounds."

"Out of
bounds?" the man frowned.

"Yes, their
bounds are out."

"Why's
that?"

"An unexploded
atom bomb. First world war, they reckon."

"They didn't
have atom bombs..."

"A secret
weapon. Probably dropped from an F16."

"They only had
biplanes and..."

"The army are
dealing with it."

"I'll go and
take a look. I've never seen an atom bomb."

"Er...
Radiation," Will broke in. "Unless you want your bollocks
irradiated, you'd better get well away from here."

"Oh, right,"
he sighed, obviously disappointed because he'd have to resort to
wanking. "Will it be long?"

About nine inches
. "At least three
hours."

"Oh well, not
to worry."

Rubbing his
hands together as the young man walked away, Will returned to his
hide. The time had come to emerge from the bushes and offer the
girl his erect penis, he knew as his sperm-laden balls heaved and
rolled within their hairy sac. Bob had slipped his cock out of the
girl's bottom-hole and was watching her suckle on his swollen knob.
She really was a horny little tart-slut, Will thought, wondering
whether to slip his cassock off and emerge naked from the
bushes.

"Hi," he
smiled, leaving the bushes and yanking his cassock off. "I just
happened to be passing, as one does."

"Oh, Will,"
Bob breathed. "What are you doing here?"

"Who's he?"
the girl asked, Bob's purple knob slipping from her mouth.

"This is a
very good friend of mine," Bob said. "Will Entercock, the infamous
ex-priest of Cumsdale Village. It's good to see you, Will. How are
things?"

"Not bad.
Could always be better, of course. I see you're doing all right,"
he smiled, gazing at the teenage contortionist. "More than all
right."

"I like to
keep my hand in."

"And your
cock, by the look of it."

"Who's he?"
the girl again asked.

"I've told
you," Bob sighed. "He's a friend. You do want two cocks fucking
you, don't you?"

"Oh, yes," she
grinned eagerly, eyeing Will's huge organ rising like a tower from
his heaving balls. "I want two cocks fucking my holes, all
right."

"Shut up,
then. She loves a double cocking, as she puts it," Bob
chuckled.

"I'm sure we
can oblige her," Will breathed, gazing at the girl's legs behind
her head and wishing he could do the same. I could suck my own
cock.

"I'm sure you
can oblige me," the girl murmured, her eyes transfixed on the solid
shaft of Will's twitching penis.

Following
Bob's instructions as the girl rolled onto her side with her legs
wrapped around the back of her head, Will lay on the grass behind
her and pushed the glistening knob of his granite-hard cock past
her brown anal ring and sank his broad shaft deep into her tight
rectal sheath. Bob lay on the grass in front of the girl-slut,
slipping his huge cock deep into the hot shaft of her gaping cunny
as she gasped and writhed in her illicit pleasure. As the double
cocking commenced, Will sliding his penis in and out of the girl's
trembling body in time with his friend's pistoning organ, he
thought how lucky he was. The summer sun shining, his penis deep in
a girl's anal canal... What more could a man ask for?

"I've not seen
you in months, Bob," Will said, his purple crown absorbing the
inner heat of the girl's rear passage.

"I've been in
hiding, mate," Bob gasped. "After the incident with the girl guides
in the tent I thought it best to keep my head down for a
while."

"I can't say I
blame you. Have you met old man Kosher?"

"No, not yet.
That was my church and... Oh, well. There's no point
reminiscing."

"So, where did
you pick up this little whore?"

"Hey, I'm not
a whore," she complained bitterly.

"Yes you are,"
Bob returned.

"Spank me,"
the girl murmured, rocking with the double shafting. "Spank my
bottom really hard."

Spanking her
firm buttocks with the palm of his hand, Will repeatedly rammed his
knob deep into the fiery heat of her. She was hot and tight, he
mused. So tight that her sphincter muscles gripped his pistoning
shaft like a vice as his orgasm stirred within his loins. She was
the sort of tart he'd like to have ensconced in the garden shed.
Permanently naked she'd make an ideal prisoner. But she was Bob's
whore, and it wouldn't be fair to take her. There again, all's fair
in love and lust.

His sperm
finally pumping along his twitching shaft and gushing from his
knob-slit, Will gasped as he repeatedly rammed his swollen cock
into her tight arse, filling her with his orgasmic cream. Bob's
cock pumping spunk into her contracting cunt, lubricating the
fucking, the girl flopped back and forth like a rag doll as her own
orgasm erupted and tore through her. Her cries of satisfaction
resounding around the trees as she held her legs behind her head,
her juices mingling with the men's sperm, she shook violently.

"Fucking
hell," Will gasped, her anal tract gripping his pistoning shaft.
"Where the hell did you find her?"

"Picked her up
at a car boot sale."

"You bought
her from a..."

"No, she was
wandering around so I took her under my wing. And my quilt."

Their balls
finally empty, they slowed their fucking rhythm, bringing the
whimpering girl gently down from her sexual heaven. Slipping their
spent cocks from her they lay on their backs relaxing beneath the
trees as the girl writhed like a snake. She really was a little
raver, Will again thought, watching her straighten her legs.
Wondering whether Bob would allow him to borrow her for a few
hours, he wondered what she was doing as she snapped a branch off a
nearby bush and lay on her back with her legs behind her head
again.

Fucking hell,
he thought as she thrashed the rounded cheeks of her naked
buttocks, reddening her taut flesh as spunk issued from her gaping
sex holes. Again and again she lashed her weal-lined bottom,
gasping and quivering as the pain permeated her anal orbs. Will had
thought Lana to be a contortionist, but she was nothing in
comparison to this anal slut-tart. Finally discarding the branch,
she pressed her full lips over the brown ring of her bottom-hole
and sucked out the hot spunk. Yanking her crimsoned buttocks wide
apart, she sucked hard, draining her bowels before locking her
mouth to her vaginal entrance and drinking from her cunt. His cock
stiffening as he watched the sex-crazed tart suck out the heady
blend of her cunt-cream and Bob's sperm, Will reckoned that he
should give the whore-bitch another good rogering.

"She won't let
you," Bob said as Will grabbed his solid cock and moved towards the
girl-slag. "Not until she's finished cleansing herself,
anyway."

"She's
incredible," Will grinned, settling on the grass.

"You haven't
seen the half of it."

"Any chance of
borrowing her for a few hours?"

"I do hire her
out sometimes. You know, just to bring in some beer money."

"Talking of
beer, I've set up a bar in the house. You'll have to come along
this evening. And bring the girl-slag, of course."

"OK, I'll look
forward to it. I'll tell you what. You can hire the tart for an
hour in exchange for six pints of lager."

"Deal," Will
grinned, watching the girl plunge half her fist into her anal
canal. "I'm setting up a brothel in the shed. At least, I'm trying
to."

"Trying
to?"

"I don't know
any prostitutes. All the birds I know fuck for free, which is no
good when it comes to lining my pockets with gold. In fact, most of
the tarts I know are willing to pay men for sex."

"We should
have got in touch earlier," Bob smiled. "I know dozens of
prostitutes."

"Really? Where
are you living now?"

"Funkton On
The Hard. By the way, I saw Josie yesterday. I was going to call
out but..."

"Josie's in
Moscow," Will broke in. "She went several days ago."