Depravicus

by Ray Gordon

  This was easy, he thought, reclining in the chair with his rampant erection rising tower-like from his heaving balls. Father Kosher paying girls for a blowjob? Talk about corruption within the church! The girls settling either side of the chair, they both grabbed his rigid shaft and moved their heads forward. Shuddering as they locked their lips in a passionate kiss with his purple glans sandwiched between, he focused on their hands, their slender fingers clasping the root of his organ. They were right little tarts, he thought, watching their tongues running up his veined shaft, snaking over the glistening bulb. There again, weren't all females?

  The piss-slut licking his hairy balls as the other girl sucked his swollen glans deep into her mouth, Will knew he was about to shoot his spunk. Gasping, raising his hips and ramming his knob deeper, he trembled uncontrollably as his spunk coursed along his shaft and jetted from his throbbing cockhead. He'd wanted to hold back and enjoy the double licking, but had no choice other than to release his spunk. Two wet tongues, two pretty mouths... He should have wanked first, he reflected, watching the girls fervently mouthing and sucking.

  Swallowing hard, drinking the creamy product of his orgasm, the dark-haired girl licked and sucked on his throbbing glans as her friend parted her lips wide and sucked his heaving balls into her hot mouth. Spunk running in rivers down his cock shaft and streaming over the piss-slut's face, Will watched the girls licking and nibbling, sustaining his incredible orgasm, draining his full balls. After eyeing Marianne's pink pussy slit and double fisting Lana's naked body, he'd needed a damned good bollock draining. The blonde pushing her friend aside and engulfing his knob in her thirsty mouth, she swallowed his gushing sperm, her blue eyes rolling as she moaned softly through her nose.

  They pressed their mouths together, his orgasming knob throbbing between their spermed lips as they kissed. Spunk running down their chins, streaming down the twitching shaft of his erect organ and flooding his balls, he shuddered his last shudder as his flow of semen finally stemmed. Their wet tongues working over his spunked balls, lapping up the male cream from his deflating cock-shaft, they licked their lips and sat back on their heels.

  "Now we'll get one-hundred percent in the exam," the blonde grinned, sperm glistening on her chin.

  "Take the papers," Will gasped, tugging his cassock down to conceal his salivated genitalia. "If you ever need anything else, I live at the old presbytery."

  "You mean, if ever you need sex, you'd like us to visit you," the dark-haired girl chuckled, rising to her feet.

  "Something like that."

  "We'd better get going," the blonde piss-slut breathed, leaping up and walking to the door.

  "I'll be seeing you," Will grinned. "Thanks for everything."

  "Thanks for the spunk, and the exam paper."

  Standing on his sagging legs as the girls left the study, Will brushed his dark hair back with his fingers. The file containing the incriminating evidence stuffed up his cassock, he walked across the room and opened the door. It hadn't been a wasted evening, he mused. What with the photographs he'd nabbed from Marianne's house, the file from the slagger's study and a double blowjob, things couldn't have been better. Peering into the hallway, his thoughts again turned to PC Bridlington. Things couldn't have been better? The man was a bloody pain in the arse, he thought irritably, closing the study door behind him and stealing along the hall. PC bloody Bridlington was going to have to be dealt with, and most severely.

  Leaving the convent by the side door, he made his way through the darkness to the lane. He couldn't stop thinking about Father Kosher paying the girl-sluts to suck his cock to orgasm. Picturing the man with his knob in the girls' mouths, he wondered why everyone was out to get him when sex was rife in the village. He obviously posed a threat to Kosher, the Reverend Mother and the Bishop, but what was it? There was enough fresh fanny to go round. Why pick on Will? Perhaps it was that he was bloody good, he reflected. A sex machine.

  He'd almost reached his house when he heard someone coming down the lane towards him. Leaping into the bushes, he wondered whether PC Bridlington was skulking about beneath the moonlight. Moving a branch aside, he grinned as Marianne walked briskly towards him. Wearing a red microskirt and a loose-fitting blouse, he reckoned that she was on her way to Father Kosher's church. To give the old git a blowjob, more than likely, he mused, leaving the file beneath the bush and following her at a safe distance. The village was heaving with young tarts, he chuckled inwardly as the girl slipped through the main doors of the dimly-lit church. But he wasn't complaining. Following, he hid behind the pews as Father Kosher emerged from his office and greeted the girl.

  "I'm pleased you could come," the old man said, his face beaming.

  "You're the one who's going to come," she giggled, slipping her blouse over her shoulders.

  "The money's in the office," he said, pulling his cassock over his head and tossing it over the altar.

  "The usual?" Marianne asked, tugging her skirt down and revealing her knickerless shaved pussy to the excited man.

  "The usual," he replied. "The equipment is on the altar."

  Will watched in awe as the old man leaned over the altar with his naked buttocks projected, his balls swinging between his parted thighs. Taking something from the altar and kneeling behind him, the girl parted his buttocks, exposing the eye of his anus. Will couldn't make out what it was she was pushing deep into his rectum, but it looked remarkably like a huge church candle. Whatever turns you on, he thought as Father Kosher gasped and squirmed. Grabbing his erect penis, Marianne pulled the solid shaft between his thighs, squashing his balls as she took his bulbous knob into her pretty mouth.

  "Yes, that's very good," the man breathed as she pistoned his anal canal with the cylindrical object and mouthed and sucked his purple glans. Moving her head back and forth, taking his cock head deep into her wet mouth, she increased her anal thrusting rhythm, taking the man closer to his inevitable spunking. Again Will wondered why he'd been chosen to be dropped deep in the shit when people such as old man Kosher were obviously as hooked on young tarts as he was. There was something sinister going on, he was sure as the ageing man clung to the altar and began gasping loudly. There was more to getting Will out of the way so that the likes of Kosher could have a bigger slice of the pussy cake.

  "You naughty boy," Marianne admonished Father Kosher, his swollen knob slipping from her wet mouth as she stood up. "You're not going to come in my mouth until I've spanked your bare bottom." Chuckling softly, Will watched the girl yank the candle out of the man's anal canal and grab a bamboo cane from the altar. "Confess your sins this instant!"

  "I... I enjoy licking choirboys' bottoms," he breathed.

  Argh! Will thought. Fucking pervert! There again, he was a priest.

  "I love pushing my tongue deep into their bottoms and licking them out."

  "That's vile," Marianne giggled. "What else do you like doing to them?"

  "I suck their cocks until their spunk shoots all over my face."

  "That's absolutely disgusting. What is it?"

  "Absolutely disgusting. But I can't help it. Choirboys' knobs are so hard, fresh, salty..."

  "You'll receive a merciless caning for your sins."

  "Yes, mistress."

  Raising the cane above her head, Marianne brought it down as hard as she could, lashing the man's bared anal flesh. His naked body jolting as the cane repeatedly cracked across the quivering orbs of his buttocks, he begged for more, obviously delighting in the gruelling punishment. Will couldn't believe the extent of his hypocrisy as his cries of pain and satisfaction resounded throughout the church. Will had always leched after beautiful girls, trying to get his hands in their knickers, his cock up their hot wet pussies, his tongue in their tight bottoms. But he'd never denied his cravings. He was honest, if nothing else.

  Now he had photographic evidence of the Bishop's cock embedded in Marianne's mouth, he needed proof of Kosher's debauched behaviour with the girl. Wishing he'd brought hi
s camera he watched from the shadows as Marianne finally discarded the cane and lay on her back over the altar. Her legs spread wide, her hairless pussy gaping, she moaned loudly as Kosher knelt between her legs and began lapping at her.

  Will thought it odd that the girl should make a secret tape recording of his confessions when she'd sucked the Bishop off and was now allowing Kosher to lick her out. Perhaps she was working for a tabloid paper and was out to expose all the sad creeps in Cumsdale Village, he reflected as loud slurping sounds echoed around the stone building. He also thought it odd that she should materialize in the village as if out of thin air and miraculously become Mrs Baxter's daughter. Marianne was obviously living at the woman's house, but who the hell was she? A relative? Mrs Baxter's niece?

  Wondering what to do as Kosher licked the girl's exposed clitoris, her screams of pleasure rocking the old church, Will decided to go home. Marianne would undoubtedly visit the church again to commit her debauched sexual acts with the old git. Next time, Will would be equipped with a camera. Things were looking good, he reflected, sneaking out of the church. The more incriminating evidence he collected on Kosher, the Bishop and the Reverend Slagger, the better.

  Grabbing the file from beneath the bush as he neared his house, he grabbed the tape and panties from the front garden and slipped in through the back door. The bar still buzzing with punters, he hid his spoils in the cupboard beneath the sink and took a can of lager from the fridge. Deciding to have a look in the bar and see how the takings were doing, he was about to leave the kitchen when Lana entered the room with a plastic bowl.

  "When are you going to get some proper ice buckets?" she asked, opening the fridge. "And we could do with an ice-making machine."

  "It's all in hand," Will lied. "How are the takings?"

  "Brilliant. By the way, there was a phone call for you earlier. I hope you don't mind, but the phone wouldn't stop ringing so I answered it."

  "Who was it?" Will asked, fear mirrored in his dark eyes.

  "Someone called Josie."

  "Fucking hell!" he spluttered, spewing lager down his cassock as he swigged from the can. "What did she say? More to the point, what did you say?"

  "She asked who I was, so I told her."

  "Fuck."

  "I said that I was the new barmaid and..."

  "Fuck."

  "She's ringing back later."

  "Fuck."

  "She wants to talk to you about the furniture."

  "Fuck."

  "And she said something about your testicles. Ah, that was it. 'I'll put his testicles in the food processor and make ball burgers out of them.' I got the impression that she was a little annoyed."

  "A little annoyed? Fuck."

  "I'd better get back to the bar. The Constable is waiting for ice for his scotch."

  "Constable? Fuck."

  "Can't you say anything else?"

  "No, I fucking can't. Fuck."

  Watching the girl fill the bowl with ice, Will rubbed his chin. This was a fucking nightmare, he reflected, wondering what the hell to say to Josie. Lana should never have answered the phone, he mused. But it wasn't her fault. Had he not been gallivanting about, enjoying a double knob sucking at the convent and watching Marianne gobbling on Kosher's cock... Fuck, he thought, finishing his lager and grabbing another can from the fridge. There was only one thing for it. Honesty might pay in the long run but, short-term, lying through his teeth was the only option.

  "You've been keeping your head low," Lolita said as she wandered into the kitchen with a glass full of neat vodka.

  "You're not old enough to drink," Will returned.

  "I'm old enough to fuck" she giggled. "Well, almost."

  "Almost? Fucking hell. Drinking and fucking aside, I want a word with you."

  "Oh?"

  "You're a bloody spy."

  "Me?"

  "Yes, you. You came here the other day pretending that you'd run away from the convent. It was all part of a devious plan to..."

  "Yes, but that was the other day. I'm no longer a spy."

  "And I'm no longer a sad pervert."

  "That's a fucking lie."

  "You can talk. So, what are you doing here?"

  "Drinking vodka. The bar's open to everyone, isn't it? I mean, there's a copper getting wrecked on vodka, so I don't see why I shouldn't have a few fucking drinks."

  "I want to know what's going on, Lolita."

  "How do you mean?"

  "Up at the convent. Are you really a nun?"

  "Sort of."

  "Sort of? You're either a fucking nun or you aren't. What's the Reverend Mother up to?"

  "Waiting for you to turn up in the basement so she can catch you fucking nuns. She seems to think you're going to a party in the basement this evening."

  "That was a little ploy of mine. How's your pussy?"

  "Itching like cunting hell. OK if I stay for the night?"

  "Stay? Fucking hell, you're a bloody spy and you ask whether you can stay for the night?"

  "I've got a hot, wet, tight, hairless, little pink pussy."

  "OK, you can stay."

  "Thanks. By the way, it might be for a few nights."

  As she left the room Will shook his head despairingly. His cock ruled his head, that was his trouble. Taking yet another can from the fridge, he cringed as the phone rang. Fuck, he thought, wondering what to do. He had to talk to Josie at some stage, he reflected. There was no point in delaying the agony. The bar was nothing more than a table with a few cans of lager and glasses, he mused, practising his lines. The barmaid was... She was Mrs Baxter's daughter come to help out with the meeting. Grabbing the receiver, he took a deep breath. What meeting?

  "Hello, my little sweetness," he said as Josie swore at him, suggesting that his mother was unmarried.

  "I'll give you little sweetness," she hissed. "What's all this about a bar?"

  "A bar? Oh, you mean the table of drinks in the dining room. I'm having a meeting about... about the grass verges along the lane. We're trying to decide whether the council..."

  "Lying bastard. When I rang earlier, a girl answered."

  "Ah, yes. Mrs Baxter's daughter."

  "She said that she was the barmaid."

  "That's right, at the local pub."

  "No, in my dining room."

  "She's a barmaid and she's in the dining room. I'm an ex-priest and I'm in the kitchen."

  "What's she doing in my dining room?"

  "She's helping with the drinks and sandwiches for the attendees of the meeting."

  "What's all that laughter?"

  "Er... Someone suggested pouring paraquet over the grass verges and Mrs Bareham-Puttocks said that it wouldn't do her pussy any good."

  "I don't believe you. Right, that's it. I'm going to take the next flight home."

  "You said that the other day, dearest."

  "Don't you dearest me, William Entercock. I'm going to put your testicles in the food processor and..."

  "Make ball burgers out of them?"

  "Yes. Goodbye."

  Fuck, Will thought as he replaced the receiver. Things weren't looking at all good on the Josie front. What with Lolita staying the night, things weren't looking at all good on any front. Apart from Lolita's hairless front bottom, of course. Taking his evidence up to his office, he slipped Marianne's cassette tape into the machine and pressed play. "What the fuck's this?" he murmured, listening to a track by The Rolling Stones. The tape full of music, he ripped it out of the machine and tossed it to the floor. There was only one thing to do, he decided. Make the most of Josie's absence by fucking pretty Lolita. The phone ringing, he cringed.

  Chapter Nine

  Having slept in the office, Will had woken at seven o'clock and taken a shower. Ignoring the phone as it rang for the umpteenth time, he finally left the bathroom and stood outside the bedroom door. Lolita would be sleeping, he mused, inching the door open. His cock stiffening, his balls in need of a damned good nibbling, he gazed at the pret
ty girl, her breasts peeping over the top of the quilt. Creeping into the room, he carefully pulled the quilt back and gazed longingly at the lips of her pussy, the wet crack of her vagina. Her firm breasts, her nipples rising invitingly, she was a picture of feminine sexuality.

  Her mouth partially open, Will wondered how many cocks she'd sucked, how many purple knobs had slipped between her pouting lips and bathed her tongue with spunk. Her long black hair fanning out across the pillow, her legs parted, she was in need of a damned good rogering. Grabbing the base of his erect cock, Will retracted his foreskin in readiness to fuck her. The purple globe of his knob glistening in the light, he was about to climb onto the bed and impale the girl on it when she stirred and opened her eyes.

  "What are you doing?" she asked dreamily, stretching her naked limbs as sleep left her.

  "Want this up your arse?" he chuckled crudely, standing beside the bed and wanking.

  "Certainly not," she returned. "I don't take cocks up my fucking arse."

  "You do now," he grinned, rolling her over. "You have a nice bum," he said, leaping onto the bed between her splayed legs and parting her firm buttocks as she struggled to break free.

  "Get off me," she protested as he yanked her naked buttocks further apart and licked the sensitive tissue of her brown anal eye. "I am not going to have your fucking cock up my fucking arse."

  "But you are, my horny little nymph. You're going to have my beautiful cock shoved right up your fucking arse."

  "Talk about a rude cunting awakening," she murmured, his wet tongue teasing the delicate brown tissue surrounding her tightly closed bottom-hole.

  Obviously enjoying the anal licking, she relaxed and breathed deeply as Will salivated her rectal inlet, lubricating her small hole in preparation for the insertion of his massive cock. Her face buried in the pillow, she parted her legs wider as he tongued her tight anal hole, teasing the secret nerve endings there. Pressing his thumbs into her anal crease he parted her buttocks, opening the entrance to her inner core and lapping fervently at the walls of her rectum. As he sucked her bottom-hole he thought about her curvaceous body. Only an inch below nestled the opening of her sex sheath. He'd soon have his tongue there, lapping her vaginal cream, his cock there, fucking her.