Depravicus

by Ray Gordon

  Back in the bar Will looked at the punters, wondering which one had had his knob seen to through the cock-hole. The Major looked pleased with himself, his flushed face grinning like the cat that got the cream. Or the man who got his knob de-creamed. Wandering over to the man, Will asked him whether he'd enjoyed using the hole in the shed door. Denying all knowledge of the knob gobbling, the Major ordered another large scotch and began rambling on about the army. The old git was either lying or some other bastard had pushed their cock through the hole. Looking around the bar, Will frowned. Someone had their knob sucked to orgasm, but who?

  Will asked Lana whether she'd seen anyone clinging to the shed door but said that she'd been too busy to notice whether anyone had used the facility. Fucking cunts, Will thought, wondering who'd ripped him off. Having just given a sermon on morals, he realized that his punters were not only sinners, but thieving gits. Pouring himself a pint of lager, he decided to make a note of all visitors to the shed, making sure they paid for a mouth fucking. Dashing into the kitchen as the phone rang, he hoped it wasn't Josie as he grabbed the receiver.

  "Will, it's Anne," a female said. "I won't be able to make it this evening as I'm..."

  "Make what?" he asked.

  "You rang earlier, wanting to meet me in the woods."

  "No, I didn't. I've been meaning to give you a call, you horny little girl, but..."

  "You rang fifteen minutes ago. You can't have forgotten."

  "I didn't ring you, Annie. What did this person say?"

  "He said that he was you and wanted to meet me in the woods."

  "Hang on, I think I know what's going on. I'll call you back later."

  "OK. It's been ages since we... Well, you know."

  "Yes, I know. I'll ring you later."

  Replacing the receiver, Will bounded up the stairs to his office. Discovering that his diary had gone, he gazed at the computer screen. He was sure he'd not left it switched on, and immediately suspected that the slagger and Kosher had been there. Reading the e-mail from Sister Uterinus, he wondered whether the slagger had seen it. If she had, there'd be trouble, he knew as he dashed downstairs and left the house. Making his way to the convent, he hoped that he was in time to warn Sister Uterinus.

  Sneaking through the grounds he slipped through the side door. This was dangerous, he knew as she stole along the corridor. Hearing voices as he approached the Reverend Mother's study, he stood outside the door. The slagger was talking to someone about soiled knickers and web sites. Recognizing Kosher's voice, Will pondered the situation. If the supply of knickers dried up he'd lose a hell of a lot of money. He also had to get his diary back before Kosher rang any more girls and caused trouble.

  "We'll sprinkle sneezing powder on the knickers," the slagger, said. "Entercock's customers won't be at all happy when they have a good sniff."

  "Good idea, Reverend Mother."

  "And we'll start our own web site. If he can make money from selling soiled underwear, then so can we. And we have the added advantage of my position as Reverend Mother of the convent. I only have to nip down the corridor to the laundry room for fresh stock."

  "Shall I gather a few pairs in readiness?"

  "No, no. Leave the gathering to me."

  "Just one or two pairs, Reverend Mother. I need to... to have a look at the stock for marketing purposes."

  "Marketing purposes? They're dirty knickers, Father. There's no need to look at them."

  "Yes, but if I were able to have a good look at them, give them a good sniffing to enable me to describe the aroma..."

  "A good sniffing? You can't go sniffing dirty knickers. It's ungodly."

  "Purely for market research purposes, Reverend Mother. You see, on the web site we'll need to describe the feel of the material, the aroma of the cunny... I mean..."

  "Oh, all right. Take a few pairs from the laundry room. But don't let anyone see you sniffing them."

  Creeping along the corridor, Will heard someone approaching and slipped beneath the main staircase. At least he now knew what the slagger intended to do, he mused as the footsteps grew louder. By the time the slagger had a web site up and running, Will would have made new plans for obtaining fresh stock. Sneezing powder, he chuckled inwardly, peeping out from beneath the stairs.

  "Over here," he whispered as Sister Uterinus walked by.

  "Oh, Will," she smiled. "What are you up to?"

  "We have to talk," he said, grabbing her arm and leading her down the corridor.

  "I sent you an e-mail earlier."

  "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 kn
ew 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 churc
h 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."

  Grinning, Will gently picked the vibrator up and immersed it in his larger. "Glug, glug, glug," he chuckled, rubbing his hands together as bubbles worked their way to the top of the glass. That was one problem dealt with, but he still had to discover the identity of the girl on the inside. Lana? Lolita? Marianne? Levan? Esra? "Or Mrs Baxter," he murmured, pouring himself another pint. Checking his watch, he shook his head. Three hours before Smith was due to arrive, he thought, hoping that man had heard his fictitious phone call. "And four hours until the end of my reign."