Depravicus (30 page)

"I'm going to
enlarge your clitty," he enlightened the girl, switching on the
battery-operated pump. "Three times, four times the size," he
chuckled.

Watching her
clitoris swell as the vacuum built, Will turned the control up. The
pump running flat out, a loud sucking noise coming from the plastic
cup, he chuckled in his wickedness as the girl let out a whimper
and her naked body shook violently. The pain and pleasure mingling,
she tossed her head from side to side as her preorgasmic juices
spewed in torrents from the gaping entrance to her cuntal sheath
and streamed over the speculum. She was going to come, Will knew as
her swollen clitoris visibly pulsated. Groping beneath the
speculum, he located the small brown hole to her rectal sheath and
drove a finger deep into the fiery heat of her inner core.

"Fucking
hell!" she screamed as her orgasm exploded within her pulsating
clitoris. Her juices flooding from her dilated vaginal entrance,
splattering her inner thighs as she rode the crest of her climax,
she screamed out as her clitoris swelled to an incredible size.
Pistoning her anal cylinder as he held the plastic cup over the
girl's inflated clitoris, Will slipped a second finger deep into
the hot duct of her arse, heightening her debased pleasure. Never
had he seen a girl experience an orgasm of such strength and
duration, and he wondered how Lana would react to the clitoral
vacuum pump. She'd probably enjoy having her nipples vacuum pumped,
he mused. Two-inch, wedge-shaped nipples? Suckable, eatable...

"Yes!" Lolita
screamed as her pleasure peaked, rocking her tethered body.

"My God!" PC
Bridlington gasped, standing in the doorway.

"Ah," Will
grinned, slipping his sticky fingers out of Lolita's arse. "Er... I
was just..."

"Seducing
her?" the man asked accusingly.

"No, no, no...
She was seducing me. Thank God you came along and saved me."

"In the nick
of time, I'd say."

"I didn't
seduce you, you fucking prat," Lolita cried with her usual
refinement. "Jesus, I've never come so much in all my fucking life.
Take the hose off my clitty before the fucking thing bursts."

"Language,
young lady," the Constable muttered disapprovingly.

"What about
it?" she asked as Will turned the pump off, the plastic cup falling
away from her inflamed clitoris.

"It's
unladylike to swear."

"Un-fucking-ladylike?"

"Was there
anything in particular you wanted, Constable?" Will grinned
sheepishly as Lolita's sex juices issued from her dilated vaginal
cavern and splattered over the carpet.

"I came to ask
whether you'd been up to the convent this evening."

"No, I
haven't. In fact, I've been nowhere near the convent for fifty-odd
years."

"Are you sure?
Only, there's been a man wearing a cassock seen roaming the
grounds."

"Ah, that'll
be the same man who's been hanging around the church down the lane.
Cassock, skull cap..."

"I went to the
church down the lane and Father Kosher assured me that..."

"You reckon
he's the culprit, don't you?"

"No, I
don't."

"Well you
should. Look at the facts," Will whispered, taking the man's arm.
"The mystery man wears a cassock, right?"

"Right."

"He wears a
skull cap, right?"

"Wrong."

"No, no, no.
You see, Constable, the reason he doesn't wear a skull cap is
because he does wear one."

"What? He
doesn't wear one because he does wear one?"

"That's right. Normally he wears a skull cap. But on
his
missions
he
doesn't wear it. The common denominator? I'll tell you what the
common denominator is. It's Father Kosher."

"Never," the
man gasped.

"Oh, yes. He
has a criminal record, you know."

"Really?"

"He was found
guilty of abusing his penis."

"Abusing
his..."

"He tied
string round it, placed his balls in a plastic bag and made them
sweat, held his foreskin back with sticky tape, shaved his pubic
hairs off... The list of penile and scrotal abuse is endless. It
doesn't end, either."

"I see."

"Are you
fucking well going to let me fucking go?" Lolita hissed, pulling on
her bonds.

"All in good
fucking time," Will returned. "So, Constable, if I were fucking
you... I mean... If I were you I'd take Father Kosher in for
questioning."

"Right, I'll
do that forthwith."

As the man
hurried out of the room, Will turned to Lolita and grinned. He'd
not yet got the truth out of her vaginal canal, or emptied his
balls. Slipping his cassock over his head, he approached the girl
with his erect penis waving from side to side, his fully-laden
balls swinging. Kneeling between her splayed legs he slipped his
knob into the speculum, easing his shaft into the girl's drenched
pussy. This was different, he mused, withdrawing his cock and then
driving into her again. A steel-lined pussy? Why not?

"Ah, sheer
bliss," he breathed, his rigid shaft gliding back and forth,
massaged by the cunny-wet steel paddles. As Lolita gasped and
writhed he quickened his fucking motion, rocking her tethered body
to the accompaniment of the squelching sounds of sex. In dire need
of a bloody good orgasm, he watching his girl-wet shaft emerge from
the mouth of the speculum and drive into her shuddering body again.
He watched her lower stomach rise and fall with every thrust of his
glans. The girl was going to come again, he was sure as her eyes
closed and her nostrils flared.

"Yes," he
breathed, his spunk shooting from his knob-eye and bathing the
girl's cervix. His sperm and her juices mingling, lubricating the
steel-lined shaft of her pussy, he repeatedly rocked his hips,
fucking the little tart for all he was worth. The speculum holding
her engorged outer lips wide apart, her inflamed clitoris visibly
swelling, she cried out as the birth of her orgasm stirred deep
within her contracting womb. His balls battering the speculum
levers as he drove into her cunny with force, he suddenly
yelped.

"Argh!" he
gasped, the levers on the speculum suddenly releasing themselves,
the steel paddles painfully gripping his huge organ. Withdrawing,
he leaped to his feet and staggered back. Gazing in horror at his
trapped cock, the sperm dribbling from his ballooning glans, he
didn't know what to do. Swearing, he tried to release the device.
But pulling on the levers only made matters worse. His orgasm
stifled, he lurched across the room and leaned against the bar.
Grappling with the steel device, the spring-loaded paddles crushing
his veined shaft, he finally managed to release his squashed
penis.

"Fuck me," he
gasped, clutching his aching organ as the sex-dripping speculum
fell to the floor.

"I thought
you
were fucking
me
," Lolita sighed. "You're fucking useless. I was just about to
fucking come when..."

"When my
equipment was snared by a bloody gin trap."

"It's your own
fault. If you're going to stick steel traps up girls' cunts, then
you're going to get your cock caught. Shame you didn't get it
ripped off. I could have kept it in my pussy and fucked myself
whenever..."

"You think
it's funny, don't you?" he hissed.

"Yes, I do.
Oh, well, I'll just have to masturbate seeing as you're no fucking
use at all."

"Right, that's
it," Will murmured, grabbing a leather strap from the box of free
samples.

Lashing the
girl's vulval flesh with the strap, Will chuckled as she cried out.
She loved it really, he knew as her vaginal cream issued from her
pre-stretched cunt hole. All girls enjoy a damned good whipping;
it's a well-known fact among kinky priests. And there was no priest
more perverted than Will Entercock. Again and again, the leather
strap flailed the fleshy lips of her teenage pussy, thrashed the
crimsoning mound of her mons as she writhed on the table.

Rather
enjoying himself as his penis recovered from the speculum crushing,
his veined shaft fully stiffening, Will pondered girls. They were
obviously sent by God to test man's ability to control his cock.
There were plenty of wondrous sights to tempt, he reflected. Girls
cycling, their skirts rising with every crank of the pedals, the
triangular patches of their panties exposed. Netball was a game
obviously sent down to Earth from heaven by the angels of carnal
lust. Tight navy-blue knickers atop shapely thighs, the cheeks of
firm bottoms escaping from beneath the knicker-elastic. Le Crosse
was a game designed purely for the furtive onlooker. Hockey,
tennis, squash, volleyball; they were all games designed to show
off female panties.

Park benches,
Will thought as he continued to thrash Lolita. They'd obviously
been strategically placed to afford the discerning gent a good view
of tight panties. The more he thought about it, the more he
realized that the world had been designed around cunts. Bicycles,
stepladders, fairground rides, bar stools, gymnasium equipment,
winding staircases, ballet, aerobics, cheerleaders, gusts of
wind... Just about everything was designed to give man a good view
of female panties.

Yes, the world
was designed around females. There wasn't one thing God had
forgotten. He hadn't even neglected the sexual wants and needs of
women. Cucumbers, carrots, fingers, tongues, fists, cocks, lumps of
wood, church candles. What had God given man to satisfy the needs
of his cock? Apart from a fanny, a bum and a mouth, there was
nowhere to stick the bloody thing. Toilet roll tubes, pumpkins with
holes gouged in them, rolled up knickers, slightly heated liver in
breadcrumbs... Maybe there were a few places to shove it, but in
comparison with the natural and not-so-natural phalluses designed
for women...

"Jesus fucking
Christ," Lolita gasped as her thrashing-induced orgasm erupted and
rocked the very core of her eminently fuckable, lickable, eatable
and spunkable body. "Oh, I'm fucking there!" Again and again Will
lashed the girl's most intimate place, watching gleefully as her
cunt-milk gushed from her vagina and wet the carpet.

Dropping the
leather strap to the floor he climbed onto the table with his knees
either side of Lolita's head, his balls brushing against her lips.
This would be real torture, he knew as he lowered his naked body,
forcing his ball-bag against her pursed lips.

"Suck my
bollocks," he said in his usual decadent way.

"Suck your own
bollocks," she replied through a mouthful of scrotum.

"I would if I
could reach."

"Go and shove
them in the microwave."

"I'll shove my
bollocks up your arse in a minute," he returned, forcing his sac
and its contents into her gasping mouth.

His shaft
rising above her pretty face as she sucked his rolling balls, he
decided to shoot his spunk all over her black hair. Wanking as she
licked and nibbled his balls, his purple helmet appearing and
disappearing as he moved his foreskin back and forth, he began
gasping in his rising lechery. His knob swelling, he let out a long
low moan of pleasure as his sperm shot from his slit and rained
over the girl's flushed face. The white liquid shooting from his
penile crown in long thin strands, splattering her hair, he wanked
his swollen cock faster.

"Ah, bliss,"
he breathed, his draining balls sucked deep into Lolita's mouth as
his sperm continued to rain over her pretty face.

"I'm home," a
voice called from the hall.

"Fuck me,"
Will breathed, ripping his bollocks out of Lolita's gobbling mouth
and leaping off the table. "Josie's back."

"I was
enjoying that," Lolita sighed, rivers of spunk coursing over her
temples.

"Jesus," Will
whispered. "How am I going to explain...?" Hearing footsteps on the
stairs he reckoned he had a couple of minutes to release the girl
and throw her into the shed before Josie came down.

"It's probably
Lana," the tethered girl said as Will tried to release the
handcuffs.

"It sounded
like Josie," Will returned. "Fuck me, I can't get the fucking
things off. Some fucking free samples these are. Once they're on
they won't fucking come off."

"I'd like to
come off again," she grinned.

"This is
serious, Lolita. If Josie comes in here and finds you... Fuck me;
I'll have to find a hacksaw."

Dashing
through the French doors into the garden, Will made for the pile of
tools he'd slung out of the shed and began groping around in the
dark. The air blue with his expletives as he stubbed his toe, his
spunk-dripping cock swinging from side to side, he realized he'd
better slip his cassock on before Josie made her untimely entrance.
This was a bloody nightmare, he thought, wondering what the hell to
say to Josie. Thinking that he might pretend to have just come home
from a church meeting, he rubbed his chin. That was it, he decided,
composing himself as he heard female voices emanating from the
bar.

"The meeting
went very well," he said, walking through the French doors. "The
grass verges are... Lana," he gasped. "So it was you."

"What was me?"
she smiled. "Why have you been in the garden, in the dark, with no
clothes on?" she frowned, eyeing his limp cock snaking over his
saliva-wet balls.

"Er... I was
checking for badgers. They come out at night and eat the
plants."

"I wish
someone would fucking well release me," Lolita sighed. "I'm
desperate for a piss."

"I can't
release the cuffs," Will said, turning to Lana. "I need a
hacksaw."

"I'm really
desperate for a piss."

"Shall I get a
bowl?" Lana asked, focusing on the girl's yawning vaginal crack,
her expression depicting an inner yearning to watch the golden
liquid spurting.