by Ray Gordon
Making his way downstairs, he hoped that Josie wouldn't make an untimely appearance. Imagining her coming face to face with Levan, he cringed. All hell would be let loose, he knew as he grabbed a can of lager from the fridge and gazed out of the window at the garden. Marriage? He recalled Josie's comments before she'd left for Moscow. Until death do us part. Marriage was all very well, but the restrictions and confines left men hoping for sex before too long or having to imagine naked girls and resort to wanking.
He'd cross that bridge when we came to it, he thought, frowning as he noticed movement in the bushes at the end of the garden. A rabbit? He pretended to fill the kettle and kept his eye on the bushes. The branches moving to one side, he knew that he was being watched. The Reverend Mother wouldn't lurk in the bushes, would she? Perhaps the Bishop... This was ridiculous, he reflected. There were bloody spies everywhere. The front doorbell ringing, he walked through the hall half expecting to find Josie on the step.
"Oh, Lana," he smiled, eyeing the girl's short skirt, her partially open blouse.
"I thought I'd get the bar ready for this evening," she said, walking past him into the hall.
"Er, yes. Good idea." Following her, he recalled the Bishop's words. Entercock will never guess that we've recruited her as a spy. "So, what have you been up to?" he asked as she cleared the empty glasses from the bar.
"Nothing really," she replied. Offering him a slight smile, she averted her wide eyes. "I was talking to a man in the lane earlier," she began shakily. "He was telling me about a party. It's being held in the church down the lane."
"Oh?" Will breathed, keeping an eye on the swaying bushes at the end of the garden. "Which church is that?"
"Father Kosher's church, I believe."
"Who was this man? Do you know him?"
"No, he said that the church will be full of girls. It's this evening at eight o'clock. I don't know why he told me about the party. Perhaps they're short of guests or something. Anyway, I'll be working here. You might as well go."
"I won't be able to go," Will said. "I've been invited to a little soiree at the convent. Just a few drinks and some fun with several young nuns. It starts at nine."
"Young nuns?" she frowned. "And you're getting there at nine o'clock?"
"That's right. The Reverend Mother knows nothing of our regular gatherings. We meet in the basement below the chapel and usually party all night."
"May I use your phone?" she asked. "I've just remembered that I have to call someone."
"Of course," Will replied. "Use the one in the kitchen."
So far so good, he thought, swigging from his can of lager. Moving to the door, he listened to the girl informing the Reverend Mother of the party in the basement that evening. At least he was discovering who was in which camp, he pondered. But he was going to have to be very careful. Spreading disinformation was all very well, but he had to remember the lies he'd told.
Turning his thoughts to Lolita, he wondered what her next move would be. She'd obviously told the Reverend Mother of her plight. No doubt some plan or other was being hatched, he reflected, eyeing the backs of Lana's legs as she returned to the bar. Wondering whether she'd enjoy a rampant mouth-fuck he focused on her tight miniskirt following the contours of her pert bottom.
"You seemed to enjoy yourself with Lolita," he said, again looking through the window at the bushes. "Will you be seeing her again?"
"I... I don't think so," she replied hesitantly.
"Oh, that's a shame. I would have thought you'd have got together again. Seeing as you both got on so well, I'd have thought..."
"I don't know anything about her."
"Ships in the night," Will chuckled. "Right, this won't do. I have to get on. Oh, by the way. What did the Reverend Mother say?"
"She said she'd plan... I mean..."
"Plan what? Plan to capture me in the basement screwing a nun?"
"No, no... I didn't say anything about the basement."
"Clothes off, Lana."
"What?"
"Take your clothes off, please."
"But..."
"You're to be severely punished for your wicked sins."
"Wicked sins? I... I don't know what you're talking about," she said, forcing a laugh. "I have to prepare the bar for this evening."
"You can't escape," he murmured, closing and locking the door. "You won't leave this house until you've received your gruelling and most severe punishment."
"Look, this is silly. I spoke to the Reverend Mother the other day. But I don't see what that has to do with anything."
"You rang her just now."
"Yes, just to say that..."
"That I'd be at the convent this evening."
"No, of course not. I want to become a nun. That's why I rang her."
"You want to become a nun, my arse," Will returned. "The sooner you remove your clothes, the sooner you'll be free to leave."
"You can't force me to..."
"Try me."
Her trembling fingers unbuttoning her blouse, she slipped the garment over her shoulders and lay it over the bar. Unhooking her lace bra, she obviously realized that there was no escaping the infamous Will Entercock. She'd have to do exactly as she was told to keep him happy. If she didn't... But Will was far from happy. To think that the little beauty had double-crossed him was terrible. What with Lolita Crotchly on the Reverend Slagger's side, and Esra well in with the Bishop, it seemed that every teenage girl in the village was against him. And who the hell was lurking down the garden? But Will had faith, and wasn't going to be beaten.
Watching Lana peel the cups of her bra away from her firm breasts, Will felt his penis stiffen and twitch in anticipation. He'd already arse-fucked the girl, he reflected, his heavy balls rolling. Now it was time to sample the delights of her pretty little mouth, her tight vaginal sheath. Pulling her skirt down her long legs, the swell of her red panties coming into view, she kicked the garment aside along with her shoes and looked at Will. He grinned and nodded, indicating for her to slip her panties down. Her thumbs between the tight elastic of her panties and her hips, she tentatively tugged the garment down her shapely thighs.
"Open your pussy," Will said unashamedly as she stepped out of her panties.
"Please, I..."
"Show me your pussy."
"Look, what we did yesterday with Lolita was fun. But I came here to work, not to be your sex-slave or be punished whenever it takes your fancy."
"You're right, it was fun. And you came here to work. But you also came here to spy on me, to tell the Reverend Mother and the Bishop about me. I'm sorry, Lana, but you got yourself involved and now you'll be punished. It's not my choice, believe me."
"Then, whose choice is it?"
"It's the will of God. I am nothing more than a servant, carrying out my instructions. Now, open your pussy."
Taking the outer lips of her vagina between her fingers and thumbs, she peeled her pussy open wide, exposing the intricate inner folds of her most secret place. Focusing on the cone of glistening pink flesh surrounding the wet entrance to her vaginal sheath, he licked his lips. She'd be a tasty morsel, he knew as she pulled her love lips further apart, exposing the rubicund nub of her erect clitoris. There was nothing he liked more than sucking a girl's pussy, swallowing the nectar of sex. Instructing her to place one foot on the arm of a chair, he knelt before her and gazed longingly at the yawning crack of her teenage pussy. The black curls of her pubic hairs were well trimmed, sparsely covering the swell of her fleshy vaginal lips. Her pubes would have to go, Will decided, moving his open mouth closer to the girl's intimacy.
Licking her vaginal inlet, lapping up the flowing liquid of female lust, he pushed his tongue deep into her tight cunny hole. Her juices of desire streaming, running over his face as he tongued her, she began to quiver in her rising arousal. This was all very well, Will thought, sucking her female nectar, but this was no punishment for her wicked trickery. A spanking was in order, he decided. But not unti
l she'd flooded his mouth with her juices of female orgasm. Her arousal soaring, she stretched the fleshy lips of her love crack even further apart, exposing the reddening flesh of her cunny, opening to his snaking tongue.
Will was sure someone was still lurking in the garden, watching. But he wasn't bothered. Moving behind the girl he parted her pert buttocks and exposed the small inlet to her rectum. Licking her there, tasting the forbidden fruits of her anal rosebud, he pushed his tongue into her hot duct. Savouring the bittersweet taste of her rectal canal, he locked his lips to her ring and sucked hard. Trembling, gasping in the grip of her debauched pleasure, she reached back and yanked her bottom cheeks wide apart. Her secret hole stretching wide open, allowing Will better access to her inner core, she offered him the very centre of her body.
"Yes," she breathed, bending over and projecting her firm bum cheeks as he deftly tongued the damp walls of her rectum. With one foot still on the arm of the chair she leaned over the table, her anal estuary gaping as Will managed to force his tongue deeper into her channel of forbidden pleasure. Recalling his huge cock embedded in her arse, his swollen knob throbbing, pumping sperm, he felt his balls roll and heave.
Wondering whether he'd ever have the pleasure of Mrs Baxter's so-called daughter, Marianne, he imagined tongue-fucking the girl's tight arse. There was something about tonguing, fingering and fucking girls' arses; the bittersweet taste, the hugging tightness of the rectal sheath, the loving grip of the anus. Perhaps it was the illicitness of the act that dragged men's attention to the female rear passage. There again, perhaps it was nothing more than sheer decadence on Will's part.
Lana must have been some kind of contortionist, Will thought as she projected her naked buttocks even further. With one foot on the arm of the chair, the other on the floor several feet away, the clammy gully of her bottom and the drenched valley of her pussy were yawning like huge crevasses. Her juices of girl-sex gushing from her hot vaginal sheath, the duct of her rectum expanding to an incredible size, he managed to push his wet tongue even deeper into the fiery core of her trembling body. She was in for another good anal fucking, that was for sure. There was no way a teenage sex-contortionist was going to get away without a damned good arse-fuck and bowel sperming.
"Do you want me to open wider?" she breathed.
"Wider?" Will frowned, slipping his tongue out of her rhythmically contracting rectum. "What do you mean?"
"A girlfriend taught me the trick. I'll show you."
Watching with bated breath, Will couldn't believe his eyes as the girl somehow worked her anal sphincter muscles, her anus enlarging to a diameter of at least two inches. Peering into her gaping anal tube, focusing on the slimed, muscular walls of her rectum, Will moved forward and pushed his tongue deep into her massive hole. Her brown ring enveloping his lips as he pushed his mouth into her cavernous rectum, he imagined driving not only his huge cock into her hot core, but forcing his balls into her cavernous duct. She really was incredible, he reflected. She was a girl who knew how to derive pleasure from her beautiful body. She was also a double-crossing spy who deserved a buttock thrashing. But there was plenty of time for that later.
His lips and tongue leaving her rectum with a loud sucking sound, he managed to push four fingers into her anal passage. Fisting was something he'd tried many times, but he'd never managed to accomplish the feat. Most girls didn't like the idea of a fist rammed up their arse, much to his disappointment. But Lana was different. Her anal ring expanding, slipping over his knuckles, he finally managed to drive his entire fist into her core. With her anus tightly gripping his wrist she gasped and writhed in forbidden ecstasy.
"And my pussy," she breathed shakily. "Fist my pussy." That was a request Will couldn't decline. Sliding his fingers into her vagina, he managed to slip his fist into her. With both fists embedded within her depths he began the double pistoning, taking the shuddering girl to incredible heights of sexual euphoria. Her inner lips stretched tautly around his left wrist, her tight anal ring hugging his right, he watched in awe.
"Fucking hell," he breathed. "I've never known anything like it."
"We used to do this to each other at boarding school," the girl gasped, rocking her naked body back and forth to meet his thrusts. "My gym mistress could take two fists up her bottom."
"I'd like to have met her," Will chuckled.
"I doubt it. She was in her eighties. God, I'm coming!"
Increasing his fisting rhythm, Will watched the girl's body shaking as she screamed out in the grip of a massive orgasm and he double fist-fucked her until he almost collapsed with exhaustion. Never had he seen such a lewd spectacle. Lana was a girl in a million, he reflected, and he wasn't going to allow her to slip through his fingers.
Josie was good in bed, he mused. She loved anal sex, arse-licking and fingering, spunk swallowing, bollock sucking... But she didn't have that air of decadent filth about her that Lana did. Josie enjoyed having candles forced deep into her rectum, she loved Will's knob spunking in her rear passage too, but she'd not the ambience of a rampant Lana. Wondering whether Lana would like to have a double cock-fuck, Will thought about his old mate Bob. He'd been vicar of the church now occupied by Father Kosher, until he'd been defrocked for posing as a girl guide leader.
The incident was sad, Will reflected. All Bob had done was dress up as a woman and crawl into the guides' tents at night to enjoy himself. A perfectly normal and healthy act, one would have thought. What normal man wouldn't want to sneak into a tent at night and fuck the girls? The judge must have been gay. Or insanely jealous. Although the fact that his daughter was one of the guides involved might have swayed his decision, of course.
"Enough," Lana gasped. "I can't take any more."
"I'm not surprised," Will said, sliding his hands out of the girl's inflamed sex sheaths.
Leaving Lana to recover from her double debauchery, Will slipped into the kitchen as the phone rang. Staring through the window at the bushes as he was about to lift the receiver, he knew someone was still lurking there. Whoever it was must have enjoyed the sex show, he thought. Unless... No, it wasn't Josie, was it? His hands trembled as he imagined the girl watching him double-fisting Lana. Grabbing the receiver, this was the first time he'd hoped it was Josie on the phone.
"The residence of Sir William Entercock," he said.
"Sir William Entercock?"
"Speaking."
"Er... This is Mrs Baxter."
"And how are you on this beautiful day?" Will asked, raising his eyes to the ceiling.
"I was wondering whether you'd speak to Marianne again?"
"I'm rather busy, Mrs Baxter. What's the problem this time?"
"She's not speaking to me."
"Why's that?"
"Ever since I made her go to the doctor about her vaginal discharge, she's been in a sulk."
"Vaginal discharge?"
"Every time she comes home she has this... I won't go into the distasteful details concerning the contents of her nappies."
Nappies? "All right," Will conceded. "I'll have a word with her. Send her round in, say, twenty minutes."
"Thank you, Mr Entercock. I knew I could rely on you. I'll send her to see you after she's had her milk. Now, where on earth did I leave my breast pump?"
"I'll look forward to feeding... Seeing her, Mrs Baxter."
"Thank you. Oh, there's my breast pump. I left it on the table next to my sanitary towels. I'll send Marianne round in a few minutes."
"No..."
Hanging up, Will shook his head and laughed. The woman really was a full-blown nutter. Vaginal discharge? Nappies? Sanitary towels? A breast pump? But her daughter, or whoever the girl was, was an eminently fuckable beauty. As mad as her so-called mother, but eminently fuckable... A few minutes, he mused, returning to the bar to find Lana fully dressed and wiping the table with a cloth.
"We might as well open during the day," she smiled. "We'll take more money that way."
"I haven't punished you fo
r your wicked sins yet," Will said.
"You'll have to do that later. I'm very busy at the moment."
"All right. Report to my bedroom after you close the bar tonight. I have a client coming to see me shortly. We'll be in the lounge, and I don't want to be disturbed."
"A client?" she frowned. "Are you a male prostitute?"
"Certainly not. Good grief, I'm a man of God. As it happens, I'm a sanitary towel specialist. A specialist specialising in towels of a sanitary nature."
"Talking of sanitary towels, I don't suppose you have a can of squirty cream handy?" she asked, moving behind the bar.
"Um, no, I'm sorry."
"I'll have to pop into the tea shop and steal a can or two. It's for my sore bottom."
"Yes, right. Well, I'll leave you to get on. Don't forget, I am not to be disturbed."
"Whatever you say."
Hovering in the lounge, Will could hardly wait to get his hands on Marianne's beautiful body. Although he missed Josie, life was fun without her. He doubted very much that she'd be back early. She'd probably said that she'd take the next flight home just to worry him, which she had. Thoughts and fears of Josie fading, he peered out of the window, his penis already semi-stiff beneath his cassock. With Marianne's so-called vaginal discharge, which was obviously nothing more then a flood of spunk, he had every reason to physically examine the girl. The doorbell ringing, he dashed through the hall.
"Marianne," he beamed, delighted to see the girl dressed in a skirt so short it was hardly worth wearing. "Please, do come in."
"Thanks," she murmured, following him into the lounge.
"Your mother was saying you're not speaking to her."
"She's not my mother," she sighed, plonking herself on the sofa and dumping her handbag on the floor.
"Oh? But, I thought... Well, not to worry. Tell me about this vaginal discharge of yours."
"There's nothing to tell. It's spunk, that's all."
"I see. And where do you think this spunk comes from? I mean, girls don't usually produce spunk."
"From cocks. Where do you think it comes from?"