Depravicus (33 page)

"Yes, I know,"
he breathed as they left the building by the side door. "And so
does the Reverend Mother."

"But..."

"We'll go into
the bushes and I'll tell you about it."

Dashing across
the grass, Will and the girl slipped into the clump of bushes and
sat down in the small clearing. Memories flooding back as he looked
about he recalled the dozens of nuns and girls he fucked in the
clearing. Those were the days, he mused, eyeing the girl's
curvaceous body as she slipped out of her habit and wimple.

"I thought
we'd fuck," she said unashamedly, reclining with her legs parted
wide, the swollen lips of her cream-dripping pussy gaping.

"Definitely,"
Will beamed. "But I have to tell you about the slagger first. She
burgled my office and I'm pretty certain that she read the e-male
you sent me."

"If she has,
then she'll go mental," the girl sighed.

"You said that
you had some information about the old bag."

"That's right.
I overheard her talking on the phone. She said that she'd set you
up."

"That doesn't
surprise me."

"She said
something about a man going to your bar. It seems that he's going
to befriend you and..."

"I know him,
he's already been to the bar twice. He gave me a box of samples
and... So, what's the plan?"

"Apparently,
he's going to hang around the bar. Once he's got to know you and
the customers, no one will think anything about him coming and
going."

"Then
what?"

"He's going to
take photographs."

"There are
more pornographic photographs floating around the village than
there are in the men's mags."

"The slagger's
out to get you this time, Will."

"That's
nothing new."

"Yes, but I
reckon she won't fail this time. I think this man might have
something to do with a newspaper."

"Fuck."

"Oh, yes
please."

"The next time
I see that bloody spy, I'll screw his bollocks off."

"I wish you'd
screw my pussy off."

"Put like
that, I don't see that I have a choice," he chuckled, slipping his
cassock over his head.

"Give me a
good thrashing first," she giggled, positioning her naked body on
all fours and projecting her firm buttocks. "You know how I love a
good thrashing."

Breaking a
branch off a bush, Will knelt behind the girl, his cock standing to
attention as he eyed the rounded cheeks of her firm bum. Raising
the branch above his head, he brought it down across the pale flesh
of her anal globes. Whimpering, the girl pushed her buttocks out
further, her anal crease opening to reveal the small brown inlet to
her sheath of illicit sex. Again and again Will flailed her
reddening flesh, the branch swishing through the air and cracking
loudly with each gruelling lash. Parting her knees, exposing the
swollen lips of her pussy, she ordered Will to thrash her
there.

Complying, the
branch flailing the fleshy hillocks of her vulva, Will chuckled as
her cuntal milk seeped from her trembling body. She really was a
dirty little nympho, he reflected, recalling the time she'd
squatted on the floor of the confession box and sucked his knob as
he listened to a girl's admission.

"Thrash my
cunt," she gasped as he flailed her buttocks. The rough leaves of
the branch biting into her flesh she cried out as she reached a
massive climax. Her cunny juices streaming down her inner thighs,
she slipped her hand beneath her stomach and massaged her pulsating
clitoris.

Her anal eye
opening as her muscles spasmed, Will knew she was almost ready for
a damned good buggering. Her orgasmic screams resounding throughout
the convent grounds, he prayed the Reverend Slagger wouldn't come
and investigate. The last thing he needed was the slag-bag catching
him whipping a nun.

"Do me now,"
the girl breathed shakily as her climax began to wane. Discarding
the branch, Will ran the purple globe of his solid cock up and down
her vaginal crack, lubricating his weapon-head with her copious
juices of lust. Pressing his swollen plum hard against her anal
entrance, he gasped as his knob slipped into the heat of her rectal
tube. Focusing on her anus stretched tautly around his cock-head,
he moved his hips forward, slowly driving his veined shaft deep
into her trembling body.

"Jeez, you're
tight," he breathed, his balls pressing against her swollen vaginal
lips, her ring hugging the root of his organ. Withdrawing his cock
until her anus hugged the indent just beneath the rim of his penile
crown, he drove into her again. Taking his time, his shaft slowly
entering and withdrawing, his glans absorbing the inner heat of her
fiery core, he spread her naked buttocks with his thumbs for a
better view of the anal pistoning. Quickening his rhythm, his
slimed shaft driving in and out of her rectal duct, his balls
slapping the swell of her vaginal lips, he knew he was about to
explode.

Again and
again he propelled his swollen glans deep into her anal tract, his
lower belly slapping the fiery orbs of her weal-lined buttocks as
he grabbed her hips and fucked her with a vengeance. Resting her
head on the ground, the girl let out low whimpers of illicit
pleasure as her anal tube opened and closed with the thrusting
knob. Stretching her burning buttocks wider apart as he rode her
naked body, Will watched the delicate brown tissue surrounding her
anus dragging back and forth along his solid shaft.

"Yes," he
gasped as his spunk coursed along his shaft and jetted from his
throbbing knob. His orgasmic fluid lubricating the forbidden union,
squelching with every thrust of his rock-hard cock, he repeatedly
rammed his glans deep into her sperm-brimming bowels as she reached
another mind-blowing orgasm. His swinging balls draining, Will
forgot was oblivious to the girl's orgasmic screams echoing around
the convent grounds. Even when he slowed his anal pistoning, the
girl screamed out in her sexual euphoria as she massaged her
pulsating clitoris to another multiple orgasm.

"In those
bushes," an all too familiar voice bellowed.

"Fuck me, it's
the slagger," Will breathed, yanking his slimed cock out of the
girl's arse and tugging his cassock over his head. "Sort yourself
out and I'll waylay her," he said, leaving the bushes.

"I might have
guessed," the Mother Superior snapped as Father Kosher stood by her
side. "OK, Entercock. Who's hiding in the bushes?"

"Er... Call
the police," he said, trying to come up with an instant lie.
"There's a wild cat in the bushes. A bloody great cat. I think it's
a tiger."

"A tiger?" the
woman frowned.

"I was coming
to see you and happened to notice the tiger walking into the
bushes. I went in after it and... Well, it went crazy. It started
hissing and snarling and baring its teeth."

"I don't
believe a word of it. There's a girl in the bushes. Father Kosher,
go and take a look."

"Er... What if
it is a tiger, Reverend Mother?"

"Don't be
ridiculous, man. There are no tigers around here."

"It probably
escaped from a zoo," Will said. "If you want to go in there, that's
up to you."

"I don't think
it a good idea," Kosher murmured. "I mean, it might rip my throat
out."

"I'll go in
there," the battleaxe snapped, heading for the bushes. "Tigers,
indeed. I've never heard such rot."

Waiting for
the almighty explosion of the woman's wrath, Will wondered what to
do. Sister Uterinus would have slipped into her habit, but there'd
by no way to explain what she'd been doing in the bushes with Will.
Whistling in an effort to look innocent, Will listened to the
rustling sounds of the bushes as the hag-bag waded into the centre
of the clump. Any minute now, he thought, waiting for a
bloodcurdling scream.

"Nice day," he
said, turning to Kosher.

"Er... Yes, it
is."

"A nice day
for committing burglary."

"Burglary?"
the man frowned.

"You know, a
bit of housebreaking, thieving, stealing."

"Where is
she?" the Reverend Mother stormed as she emerged from the
bushes.

"Who?" Will
grinned.

"The girl who
was in there with you."

"Girl?" Will
echoed. "It was a tiger."

"Tiger, my
foot. I'll have you, Entercock."

"You'll do no
such thing. That's a disgusting thing to say to a priest."

"Priest? Huh.
You won't be wearing that cassock for much longer."

"I hope you're
not suggesting that you're going to disrobe me."

"Defame,
defrock, disrobe... I'll have you, Entercock."

"It really has
been pleasant talking to you, Mother Inferior. I must be going as I
have several nuns to fuck senseless."

"Goodness me,"
Kosher breathed, holding his hand to his mouth. "That's despicable
language."

"He's a
despicable man," the slagger broke in.

"By the way,"
Will grinned. "I've had closed-circuit TV installed in my house. I
check the video tape every evening, just to make sure no one's been
poking about in the house."

"R-really?"
Kosher stammered.

"You can't be
too careful these days. People break into houses and steal things
far too frequently. I'd better get back and check the tape."

Sniggering as
he headed across grass to the lane, Will burst out laughing. But
his missing diary was no laughing matter. Deciding to visit old man
Kosher's church on the off chance that the diary might be in the
office, Will ambled down the lane, his spunk-dripping cock swinging
freely beneath his cassock. Life was OK, he reflected, whistling as
he walked. But there was still Josie to contend with. It was best
not to think about it, he decided as he approached Kosher's
church.

Slipping
through the doors, he headed for the office and looked about him.
Doubting very much that his diary was there, he began rummaging
through the desk drawers. What a mess, he thought, gazing at dozens
of empty condom packets. Opening an exercise book, he chuckled as
he read a list of things to do. "Rob the laundry room, ring
Marianne, contact Smith... Smith?" Will breathed, recalling the man
in the bar. Noticing a phone number by the name, he ripped the page
out and stuffed it in his pocket.

Moving to the
filing cabinet, he laughed as he pulled out a vacuum pump penis
enlarger. "Dirty old bugger," he murmured. "Ah, my diary," he
grinned. "And my bloody photographs. Fucking thieving cunts."
Stuffing his spoils into his pocket, he was about to leave the
church when he heard voices outside. Diving onto the floor between
the rows of pews, he listened intently as Kosher's voice echoed
around the church.

"It seems that
every girl you've brought into the village to use as bait for
Entercock has defected to his side," Kosher complained.

"He seems to
have a way with them," a man replied.

Bastard, Will
thought, peering over the pews and gazing at Smith.

"At this rate,
the Reverend Mother and myself are going to end up in trouble."

"Don't worry,"
Smith chuckled. "The end of Entercock's reign is nigh. After
tonight..."

"Tonight?"
Kosher echoed. "What's the plan?"

"I can't tell
you. So far, everything we've tried has failed. The microphone in
the confession box, the girls I brought in, trying to catch
Entercock in the woods... Everything has failed miserably. I can't
tell anyone about the plan for fear of word getting to
Entercock."

"I
understand," Kosher said. "But will you succeed this time?"

"We're all set
to go at eight o'clock. My girl on the inside is ready, so we
shouldn't have any problems. We've been monitoring the house and
making tape recordings. I'll be getting to Entercock's place at
seven. I'll sit in the bar and chat to him as if everything is
normal. And then... I've said too much as it is."

"Well, I just
hope it works. Come into the office, there are one or two things I
want to show you."

Leaving the
church as the men went into the office, Will wandered down the
lane. At least he knew that something was going to happen, and
when. But what was the plan? Smith was a right bastard, he
reflected, passing the convent as he ambled along the lane. The
best thing to do was make sure that Lana was out of the way, he
decided. Give her the night off, get rid of Lolita and the girls in
the shed... Girl on the inside? There were so many teenage girls
roaming the village and the woods, it was impossible to tell which
one was the insider.

"Oh, Father
Entercock," Mrs Baxter grinned, running towards him. "I'm so please
I ran into you. I want to talk to you about..."

"Not now, Mrs
Baxter," Will sighed.

"But it's
about my breast pump. I was wondering whether you'd take a look at
it."

"I have too
many things on my mind to worry about your breast pump. What's
wrong with it?"

"It doesn't
suck. There's a wire hanging out of the..."

"A wire?" Will
murmured pensively. "They've bugged me."

"Who's
buggered you?" the woman gasped. "Goodness me, isn't that
illegal?"

"Highly
illegal. Must dash. Sorry to hear about your pump."

Finally
reaching his house, Will rummaged through the box of free samples.
Noticing a vibrator with a thin wire emerging from the base, he
pulled the device out and examined it closely. It was a radio
transmitter, he was sure as Lana asked him what he was up to.
Asking her to nip to the church and grab a book he'd left on his
desk, he waited until she'd left the house before pulling himself a
pint of lager. Sitting at the bar, he came up with an idea.

"Is that
Jones?" he said, making out that he was on the phone. "Entercock
here. We've had Smith under surveillance and we're thinking of
moving tonight. Yes, that's right. You can tell Q that I deserve a
pay-rise. The work I've done for MI5 over the years has been
brilliant. Yes, The Reverend Mother and Kosher will be dealt with.
Right, I'll make contact later this evening."