Depravicus (35 page)

"Ah, there you
are," Bob grinned, entering the shed. "Up to no good as usual."

"Bob, it's
good to see you," Will smiled. "Have you brought your slut with
you?"

"No, I've left
her at home," he said, hauling his erect cock out of his trousers.
"I couldn't make it the other evening. I got tied up, so to speak.
Where did you find this little scrubbit?"

"She found me.
Where are you going to stick that?" Will asked, eyeing the man's
bulbous knob.

"Down her
throat, seeing as you've taken her arse."

"Excellent.
Who's a lucky girl, Marianne?"

"Looks like I
turned up at the right time, Will."

"It's always
the right time if you're looking for a mouth-fuck at my house. Or
an anal fuck or a vaginal screwing or a cleavage spunking or a hand
job or a two-mouth blowjob or a..."

"Shall we get
on with the job in hand?" Bob asked, yanking the gag away from the
girl's mouth.

"Damned
right," Will laughed. "Satan, I offer thee this slut-whore's body
in the name of lust and depravity and crude sex and obscenities so
fucking vulgar and vile and filthy and dirty and debased..."

"The job in
hand, Will?"

"Oh,
right."

As Marianne
swallowed Bob's cock Will continued his anal rogering, rocking her
naked body with every gruelling thrust of his penis. This was just
like old times, he thought, gliding in and out of the girl's
contracting rectum. His old mate Bob Cummings fucking one end while
he fucked the other. But there was still that bastard shit-spreader
Smith to contend with.

As the men
fucked and chatted, Will told Bob about Smith and the devious plan
of destruction. Much to Will's delight, Bob reckoned he had the
idea of all mother-fucking ideas. Set fire to the convent, murder
the Reverend Slagger, fuck Kosher's arse and spunk down Smith's
throat. But it wasn't the sort of plan Will wanted to go along
with. Setting fire to the convent would be not only dangerous but a
criminal waste of freshly-soiled knickers. Murdering the slagger
sounded OK, but fucking Kosher's arse didn't appeal to him
either.

"Have you seen
Josie again?" Will breathed, his swinging balls battering
Marianne's juicy cunny lips.

"No I
haven't," Bob gasped, his glans swelling within the girl's gobbling
mouth. "I'm sure I wasn't mistaken the other day. It was definitely
Josie. So what about this cunt Smith?"

"I'm not going
to spunk down his throat," Will chortled. "God, she's a tight-arsed
little beauty!"

"Give me a
shout when you're going to fill her up. I'll spunk at the same time
if I can."

"Not far off
now," Will breathed, his knob driving in and out of the girl's anal
duct. Gripping her hips he rammed his knob-head deep, his spunk
finally coursing along his swollen shaft and gushing from the slit.
Gasping, Bob released his sperm too, flooding the squirming girl's
mouth, bathing her tongue as she endured the vigorous double
fucking. Shuddering, her tethered body convulsing, the girl
swallowed hard as the man's cock pumped its sperm and his balls
drained.

"God," Will
breathed, the last of his spunk jetting from his knob, the liquid
oozing past her anal ring and running down the pale flesh of her
inner thighs. "That was incredible." The remnants of Bob's sperm
bathing her tongue, he slipped his spent cock out of her mouth as
Will finally withdrew his deflating penis from her rear passage.
Lowering his cassock as his friend zipped his trousers, Will
checked his watch. The time approaching eight, he suggested they go
into the bar and have a drink to recover.

"What about
me?" the girl spluttered, sperm dribbling from her mouth.

"You can stay
there until we need you again," Will chuckled, gagging her.
Following Bob out of the shed he locked the door.

"So," he said,
entering the bar and pouring two pints of lager as his friend sat
on a stool, "it's eight o'clock. I wonder what's going to
happen."

"Nothing, I
reckon," the man replied.

"It's too
quiet for my liking," Will frowned. "Something's going on, I'm
sure."

Leaving the
man to his drink, Will walked through the hall and wandered out
into the lane. It was a beautiful summer evening, ideal for a romp
in the woods with a few girls. But Will's mind was becoming riddled
with worry. He couldn't think of anything other than cunt-face
Smith and his evil plan. Consoling himself, Will thought of Josie.
A lot had happened since she'd been gone. Fucking, sucking,
spunking, licking, drinking, screwing, more drinking... He'd been a
fool, he knew as he turned his thoughts to Smith. He should have
realized that the man was a cunt-faced spy out to expose him.

"Good evening,
Father," Miss Noble smiled as she approached.

"Good evening,
Miss Noble. How are you?"

"Never been
better," she grinned, almost triumphantly. "Father Kosher's church
is doing so well, don't you agree?"

"Not as well
as my church," Will returned, trying not to become angry.

"He's such a
lovely man. Honest, friendly, and so helpful. I was surprised to
hear that you're priest of Cumsdale Church again. I'd have thought
they'd have chosen a man of morals, an upright pillar of the
community rather than someone who drinks and smokes and
fornicates."

"That's
exactly what they did, Miss Noble. Chose a man of morals
and..."

"Come on,
Father. You and I both know that you're a despicable man who has no
concern for the church or the parishioners. Apart from female
parishioners, of course."

"You're right,
Miss Noble. I don't give a toss about old bags like you. Give me a
tight cunt any day."

"You deserve
all that's coming to you," she hissed. "I've worked for months to
rid the village of you. And now my work's finished."

"I'm so
pleased to hear it," Will smiled, lifting his cassock. "Would you
like to suck the spunk out of my cock before you fuck off?"

"My God," she
gasped, eyeing his sperm-dripping penis snaking over his heavy
balls. "Never have I..."

"Seen such a
fucking great cock?" Will chuckled as she scurried down the lane.
"I'll bet you've never had your pussy fucked, let alone your
mouth!" he called as she rounded the corner and disappeared.

"Father
Entercock," Mrs Bareham-Puttocks gasped as she approached. "Never
have I heard such foul language."

"Foul
language?" Will frowned. "I was talking about her pussy having its
whiskers plucked around its mouth."

"Oh, er... I
thought you said... Never mind."

"How's your
pussy, Mrs Bareham-Puttocks?"

"He's fine,
thank you. Word has it that you're leaving Cumsdale."

"Really? Who
said that?"

"The Reverend
Mother mentioned it when I was up at the convent earlier
today."

"She's
mistaken," Will smiled. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh, that's
odd. She said that you were leaving this evening."

"No, no, no.
Well, I'd better be going. It's been nice talking to you, Mrs
Bareham-Puttocks."

"Oh, yes...
Well, if you're not leaving the village..."

"I'll be here
forever and a day," Will said, hurriedly returning to the
house.

Back in the
bar he found Bob downing another large scotch. Slurring his words
as he rambled on about spunking Marianne's hot mouth, the man was
well on his way to oblivion. There was no point in trying to
converse with him, Will knew as he walked behind the bar and downed
his drink before pouring another one. The time running on, he was
becoming increasingly nervous. Miss Noble and Mrs Bareham-Puttocks
were obviously aware that something was going to happen, but...

"A glass of
white wine, please," the Reverend Mother smiled as she wandered
into the bar.

"Certainly,
madam," Will said, wondering what the woman's game was.

"And two pints
of bitter," the Bishop said, walking into the bar with Smith in
tow.

They'd
obviously come to watch the showdown, Will thought, pouring the
drinks. Watching as his three unwelcome guests sat at the table in
the corner of the room, Will wasn't sure what to do. Bob raised his
head and managed to order another pint of lager and a whisky
chaser, obviously intending to blow his head off with alcohol. Will
felt nervous as he stood behind the bar and downed his pint and
watched the Bishop, Smith and the slagger chatting over their
drinks. The phone ringing, he wandered into the kitchen. If this
was Josie...

"Good evening
Father Entercock," Cardinal Browngrass said as Will grabbed the
phone.

"Oh,
Cardinal..." Will stammered.

"I'll be over
to see you in about half an hour, if that's all right?"

"Er..." Shit.
"Yes, yes of course."

"There's a
matter I wish to discuss with you. It's a matter of great
importance concerning your position in the church."

"Oh,
right."

"I'll see you
soon, Father."

"Yes, yes of
course."

That was it,
Will mused, banging the phone down. The bastards had got together
and destroyed him. A matter of great importance concerning his
position in the church. Shaking his head, he sighed, unable to
believe that the slagger and Kosher had won. Smith didn't matter
any more. Whatever he had planned didn't matter. Supposing that he
ought to release Marianne, he wandered out into the garden and
looked up at the heavens. "Why have you forsaken me?" he mumbled.
"Was I really that bed?" Taking the padlock key from his cassock
pocket, he was about to enter the shed when the phone rang.

"More bad
news," he breathed, walking back into the kitchen and lifting the
receiver.

"Will, it's
Josie."

"Oh, hi."

"Are you all
right?"

"Never been
better." Never been worse.

"I'm at
Gatwick Airport. I so pleased my assignment didn't take three
months."

"Yes... so am
I."

"I'll get the
next train and see you soon."

"Right.
That'll be nice."

"I have a
surprise for you, Will."

And he had
several surprises for her. "OK, I'll see you soon."

Returning to
the bar, Will refilled the sniggering trio's glasses. They were
right cunts, he thought as they sat at their table whispering about
him. He'd a good mind to throw them out, but nothing really
mattered any more. At least he was making money out of them.
Whatever happened, he still had Josie. Didn't he? Wandering out to
the shed, he decided to make the most of his last moments of
freedom. Unlocking the door, gazing at Marianne's tethered body,
his penis stiffening beneath his cassock, he thought he heard a
noise in the garden. Now what? He left the shed and looked at the
bushes. More spies?

"Hi, Will,"
Lana and Lolita said in unison as they approached him. "We thought
we'd take a walk through the woods, that's why we came back over
the fence."

"Oh, right,"
Will murmured despondently.

"Are you OK?"
Lana asked.

"No, not
really. The time has come, my time is nigh."

"Are you
dying?" Lolita asked.

"I might as
well be."

"Got a last
request?"

"Yes, yes I
have," he smiled. "Come into the shed with me."

Following him,
the girls held their hands to their open mouths as they gazed at
Marianne's tethered body, the gag, the weals fanning out across her
pert bottom. Unable to resist temptation, Lolita knelt behind the
prisoner and parted her crimsoned buttocks. Pressing her lips over
her brown hole, she sucked out Will's sperm, moaning through her
nose as her arousal soared. This was what life was all about, Will
reflected, watching Lana removing her clothes. But not any more.
Gone were the days of wicked debauchery.

"Mmm, you
taste nice," Lana murmured, lifting Will's cassock and sucking his
stiffening penis into her wet mouth. "I hope you're not going to
die before I've swallowed your spunk."

"I'm not going
to die," Will chuckled. "I'm just going to be defrocked, defamed,
demoralized, destroyed..."

"And
despunked."

"It looks that
way."

"Stick it up
the slut's arse," Lolita giggled, parting Marianne's firm buttocks.
"I want to watch you fuck her tight arsehole."

"You have a
wonderful way with words," Lana murmured, rising to her feet and
joining her friend. "We'll watch," she smiled as Will stood behind
Marianne.

"I've already
done this once," Will breathed. "But there's no reason I can't do
it again."

Pressing his
saliva-dripping knob hard against Marianne's brown hole as the
girls held her thrashed buttocks wide apart, Will pushed his
swollen plum deep into the furnace of her inner core. Each managing
to slip a finger into Marianne's bottom-hole alongside Will's cock,
the girls yanked the tight hole wide open. Watching the anal
fucking they giggled and talked about living at the house with
Will. Nights of rampant fucking and lesbian sex.

Trying not to
think of the future, Will made his fucking motions, ramming his
ballooning knob in and out of the girl's tight anal tube as his
swinging balls pummelled the fleshy swell of her sex-wet vaginal
lips. No matter what the future held, he'd make sure he had a
constant supply of pussies. Even if he was forced to leave the
village, he'd ensure that his cock...

"Are you
there, Father?" Cardinal Browngrass called from the back door.

"God," Will
gasped, his spunk jetting deep into Marianne's rear.

"Father
Entercock, are you there?"

"Who's that?"
Lana asked, wanking the last of Will's sperm out of his throbbing
knob as he withdrew.

"Someone I
really don't want to see," he replied, lowering his cassock. "You'd
better stay out here. I have a sneaky feeling that the shit's about
the hit the fucking fan."