by Ray Gordon
"There's Vaseline for my bum and talcum powder for my pussy crack."
"Yes, and there's my fucking great cock for your wet cunt."
"You're rude, you are. My mum says that I'm to keep away from men like you."
"That just goes to show that girls never listen to their mothers. The day you keep away from men..."
"I like girls, too."
"That doesn't surprise me in the least."
Taking another baby wipe Will parted the girl's legs and massaged the sensitive area around her tight anus. She needed a good arse-fucking, he was sure as she began to writhe and breathe heavily. But a damned good spanking was what she needed before anything else. Rolling her over, he eyed the firm orbs of her naked buttocks, the swollen lips of her hairless pussy nestling between her shapely thighs.
Spreading her legs, he dipped his fingers into the jar of Vaseline and smeared it within her anal crease. She murmured something, trembled uncontrollably and gasped as she parted her thighs further. Concentrating on the brown eye of her anus, greasing her private hole, Will was rather pleased that he'd offered his services to Mrs Baxter. He'd have to do this again, he reflected, wondering whether the woman really did breastfeed her daughter.
Slipping two fingers into the fiery heat of the girl's tight duct, he massaged her dank inner flesh, grinning as she shook and gasped in her illicit pleasure. This was all too much for Will to handle. His cock painfully swollen, he could wait no longer for the welcoming warmth of the slut's tight anal shaft. Slipping his greasy fingers out of her channel of forbidden pleasure, he lifted his cassock and grabbed his erect cock by the base.
"Here it comes," he laughed, driving his purple knob past her sphincter muscles, his veined shaft sinking deep into the writhing tart's rectum.
"Fuck me, you're big," she breathed, reaching beneath her naked body and massaging the solid nub of her ripe clitoris.
"They don't call me Will Enter Big Cock for nothing, baby," he chortled. "Actually, they don't call me that."
"Fuck me, they bloody well should," she gasped as he withdrew his slimed shaft and rammed his massive glans deep into her hot bowels.
"So, what's all this with the nappies?"
"I do it to please my mother."
"Mrs Baxter?"
"No."
"Fair enough."
Rogering the girl's arse, his cock slithering in and out of her contracting anal tube, Will could hardly wait to take confession again in the church. He'd picked up most of his dirty little sexual conquests in the confessional. Girls telling how they masturbated in their beds at night, horny housewives who fucked rotten behind their husbands' backs, sex-starved single women who got through candles as if there was a permanent power cut... But Josie would be back before long.
Ramming his knob-end into the hot core of Marianne's trembling body as she fervently massaged her pulsating clitoris, Will knew that he was going to have to make some plans. He couldn't lead a life of rampant and depraved debauchery with Josie around. As it was she knew nothing about his web site advertising used panties. She knew nothing about the bar or Lana or the charred remains of her treasured furniture or Will's reinstatement as priest... Fuck, he thought, his sperm pump stirring, she was going to go mental.
"Harder," Marianne gasped, her clitoris nearing the inevitable explosion of orgasm. "Fuck my arse harder." Marianne was a girl who understood the base desires of males, Will reflected. She understood what men wanted, where they wanted to shove their cocks and why. She was also a girl who knew her body intimately, how to use it to give and receive pleasures of the flesh. A girl such as Marianne shouldn't be allowed to slip away. There again, Will had thought the same of Lana who loved a good double fisting, and Bob's slut who was some kind of contortionist.
"I'm coming," Will grunted, his sperm surging along the veined shaft of his solid organ and spurting in torrents from his throbbing knob. Filling the girl's hot bowels with his pleasure cream, he repeatedly rammed his cock into the tightening sheath of her well-lubricated arse. Reaching her own masturbation-induced climax, she sang out in her sexual euphoria, her rocking body shaking violently as Will's swinging balls pummelled the juice-dripping lips of her gaping cunny.
The squelching sounds of an anal-spunked arse-fucking resounding around the room, Will made his last thrusts into the rectal-whore's bottom-hole before stilling his huge organ deep within the fiery core of her pelvis. The girl's own climax beginning to recede as she massaged the last ripples of sex from her pulsating clitoris, she whimpered and writhed beneath Will as she recovered from her multiple orgasm.
"Oh, there you are," Mrs Baxter grinned as she entered the room. "Are you all right, Father?"
"Er... Yes," Will replied, lifting his body up, his cock leaving the girl's well-spunked bottom-hole with a loud sucking sound. "I was just changing her nappy," he said, adjusting his cassock to conceal his anal-slimed cock-shaft.
"Marianne, you are a naughty girl," the woman scowled. "How can Father Entercock change your nappy with you lying on your front?"
"He was just... just cleaning my bottom," she gasped as a jet of spunk shot like a geyser from the outlet of her inflamed bottom-hole and splattered her pert buttocks.
"Now look at the mess you've made," the woman breathed. "I'm sorry about her terrible behaviour, Father. She gets it from her mother."
"Er... That's all right," Will frowned, leaping to his feet and making for the door. "I'll be going, then."
"Yes, of course. Thank you for coming."
"Er... The pleasure was all mine, I can assure you."
"You must come again."
"Indeed, I will."
"Feel free to come at any time."
"I usually do. Goodbye."
Leaving the cottage, Will wondered what the relationship really was between the two lunatic females as he walked down the lane. Mother and daughter? He doubted it very much. Lesbians? More than likely. Bisexual dirty little fucking whores who loved a length of cock as well as a tight wet pussy and... Noticing PC Bridlington hovering outside the presbytery, Will stopped dead in his tracks. Now what? he thought, deciding to face the music, whatever the tune was.
"Mr William Entercock," the man began as Will approached. "I arrest you for..."
"Father Entercock, if you don't mind."
"Father? But..."
"What's the problem, Constable?"
"I have to arrest you for breaking and entering, trespass, and the wilful damage of..."
"Cumsdale Church. I thought as much. OK, who's your grass?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Who's the snout, the informer, the... Who reported this?"
"I'm not obliged to say."
"Fuck you, then."
"You can't talk like that to a police officer."
"I can and I will. OK, arrest me for entering my own church," Will sighed, holding his hands out for the cuffs. "Go on then, make a complete and utter prat of yourself."
"I'm sorry, but I have no choice," the man said, taking his cuffs from his belt.
"I have to tell you that I have been reinstated as priest," Will enlightened him.
"If you really are priest of the church, then... I might not be able to arrest you for the alleged offence, but I can arrest you for swearing at a police officer."
"Oh, fuck off. For God's sake, have you nothing better to do other than prat around the village?"
"Well, I suppose..."
"Go and catch some criminals. Here's a tip. There's a sad creep on the loose."
"Really?"
"He wears a skull cap and a cassock and hangs around Hallworth Church. He's wanted in several countries for impersonating a priest. Nab him, and you'll be made a police woman before you can say bollocks."
"Right. Well, thanks for the tip."
"Any time."
Watching the man cycle at full speed down the lane, Will rubbed his hands together and went into his house. Life seemed to be a never-ending pain up the arse as far as certain people we
re concerned, he mused. Namely, PC Bridlington, the Bishop... The Reverend Slagger must have contacted the local police station, he mused. The cow was nothing but bloody trouble, and had to be shut up once and for all. An accidental fall into a cesspit would be advantageous to all who knew the ratbag. Or a serious bout of kickus up the cuntus syndrome would slow her down considerably. There was no way Will would ever be free of her, he knew only too well. If you can't beat them, join them, he mused, rubbing his chin as he went into the kitchen and grabbed a can of lager from the fridge.
Join them? It might have been an idea to lay a few traps of his own. The enemy seemed bent on setting traps, so why not plant the odd gin trap in the slagger's study? A fanny trap would be more appropriate. A cunt trap? Realizing that he was the biggest trapper of cunts in the land, he contemplated his next sexual conquest. Reckoning that there was no one under the age of twenty-odd that he'd not fucked and spunked, he wondered whether there'd be another batch of randy girls arriving in Cumsdale before long.
"Oh, you've decided to return," Lana sighed as she wandered into the kitchen with an ice bucket. "Nice of you to show your face."
"Sarcasm doesn't become you," Will smiled.
"For goodness sake, Will. I'm left here to run the bar and..."
"OK, OK. I had to visit a parishioner."
"A female one, you mean."
"As it happens, she was a female. But I don't see..."
"I suppose you rogered her, as you'd put it?"
"I had to inflict my manly length upon her anal canal, yes."
"You fucked her arse."
"You can be so uncouth at times, Lana."
"I wonder where I get it from."
"Anyone in trousers, I would imagine. Or a skirt."
"Are you implying that I'm a lesbian?"
"No, no, no, no... Yes. I know you're a bloody lesbian, for God's sake."
"Can we stop talking bollocks for a few minutes and discuss the bar?"
"OK."
"Good. I want the evening off, so you'll have to work for a change."
"OK, no problem. I'll take over now, if you like."
"Oh, all right. It's just that I have a few things to do and... By the way, that Josie girl rang again. She said that she was at the airport."
"Airport? Which airport?"
"Gatwick. She's taking the next train..."
"When did she phone?"
"About an hour ago."
"Right, you evening off is cancelled fifthwith."
"But..."
"I have to go and see someone. Er... Someone in Australia. Bye."
Dashing out of the house, his heart racing, Will wondered what to do. This was a right mess, he thought, making his way to the pub. There was only one thing for it. Get drunk and then go home and feign complete and utter surprise when he stumbled across the bar. He'd make out that, when he'd left the house, the dining room had been there as normal. Yes, that was it, he mused. Josie would believe that someone had installed the bar in the wrong house and... Fuck, he thought. He was being plucked from this mortal coil at midnight. By Josie, more than likely.
Chapter Thirteen
Staggering home from the pub in the pitch dark, Will almost fell through the front door. Clinging to the banister to steady himself, he took a deep breath and prayed that Josie wasn't in the bar. There was no screaming, insane ranting and raving about missing furniture, which was a good sign. Lurching down the hall, he peered through the crack in the door into the bar. Lana was sitting on a stool, sipping vodka and chatting to Lolita. They were attractive, Will observed. Long legs, shapely thighs showing, breasts bulging their blouses, nipples clearly visible through the thin material. They were also in dire need of a damned good shagging, he thought, eyeing their short skirts, the triangular patch of material hugging Lolita's swollen sex lips.
"Seeing as you've moved in, he might let me live here too," Lana said, obviously unaware that Will was lurking in the hall. "I want to get the bar going really well. If I lived here, I could put more time and effort into it."
"You've got a little pink pussy, right?" Lolita giggled.
"Of course I have."
"That's it, then. That's all Will's fucking interested in. Hey, we could both share a bedroom and have lessie sex all night fucking long."
"If he'll agree to it," Lana sighed.
"Agree to us having sex?"
"No, I mean... I'll ask him when I next see him. Apart from Will, there's this Josie girl to worry about."
"When she due back?"
"She rang earlier and said that she was at Gatwick. I think it was a ploy, just to frighten Will."
"Have you met her?"
"No, I haven't. Will's terrified of her. They're not married, so I don't know why he lets her rule him."
"No one rules me," Will slurred, falling into the room and rolling on the floor.
"Drink rules you," Lana returned. "Look at the state of you."
"I've had two pints of lager, that's all."
"Three crates of vodka, more likely."
"Two crates, actually. So, where's Josie?" Will asked, climbing to his feet and leaning on the bar.
"I don't know," Lana replied, wondering whether now was the time to asked about moving in.
"Had she been at Gatwick, she'd have been here by now. By the way, where's the box of samples that man left?" Will asked, moving behind the bar and pouring a pint of lager. "I haven't taken a look at the goodies, yet."
"I'll get it," Lana said, slipping her rounded buttocks off the bar stool. "Don't you think you've had enough to drink?"
"I haven't even started," Will laughed, wondering why he was beginning to sober up.
As Lana left the room Will eyed the alluring ravine of Lolita's cleavage. Licking his lips as he wondered whether to test the samples on the girl, ram a vibrator into her bottom, he wondered whether they'd oblige him with a double blowjob. His bulbous knob sandwiched between their pretty mouths, their tongues licking his slit, lapping up his sperm... His cock granite-hard, his full balls heaving, he could almost feel their wet mouths encompassing his swollen glans, their saliva running down the solid shaft of his erect penis. Recalling the two girls slurping at his knob in the slagger's study, he felt his balls roll. Their pink tongues licking around the rim of his purple glans, snaking over his slit as his spunk had jetted...
"There," Lana smiled, dumping a cardboard box on the bar. Peering inside as the girl sat on a stool, Will rubbed his hands together and grinned. Several vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, handcuffs, speculums, a clitoral vacuum pump, a leather strap, a metal device resembling a hand grenade... There was enough equipment to keep the girls in a perpetual state of orgasm. Taking a vibrator from the box, Will examined the sticky shaft. Lana had obviously tested the device when she'd taken the box home, shoved the plastic phallus deep into her pussy and writhed in orgasm.
As always, Will was desperate for sex. Eyeing Lolita's tight panties hugging the swell of her love lips, he imagined pressing his face into the moist material and breathing in her girl-scent. As the girl chatted Will couldn't take his eyes off her panties, the lips of her pussy clearly outlined by the taut material. Focusing on the triangle of damp material he knew she was wet there. Parting her thighs wide as she sipped her vodka, the narrow strip of material unable to conceal the swell of her outer lips, she was obviously pretending not to have noticed Will's lustful gaze.
Realizing he knew nothing about her, where she'd come from, her true identity, he decided to get the truth out of her. His cock twitched, raring to get at a hot wet pussy. But he'd have to get Lana out of the way first. Coming up with an idea, Will finished his drink and moved behind the bar.
"Lana, why don't you move in with us?" he said, filling his empty glass.
"Oh, I'd like that," she beamed.
"Go and get your things and you can move in now."
"Right," she said, leaping off her stool. "I've only got to get my clothes and a few other bits and pieces."
"Take your time," Will smiled as she left the room. "We'll be waiting for you."
"It'll be nice having Lana here," Lolita said, eyeing Will with suspicion as he leaned over the bar and gazed longingly at her thighs. "She'll be company for me while you're out gallivanting."
"Yes, it will be nice. OK, I want to know who you are and where you come from."
"You know who I fucking am," she giggled. "And I've come from the fucking convent."
"There's something about you, Lolita. I don't know what it is, but there's something..."
"Perhaps it's this," she grinned, parting her thighs wide and pulling the wet material of her red panties to one side. "Is it this?"
Will felt his stomach somersault as he focused on the pink nub of her erect clitoris, the creamy juice streaming from her gaping vaginal hole. His cock was ruling his head as usual, he knew as he licked his lips. Her juice would taste wonderful, he mused. Creamy, warm... His insatiable thirst for pussies was blurring his mind. He had to discover who she was and what she was up to. It would have been best not to have taken her into the house, send her packing and... Her cunny hole gaping before his wide eyes, her clitoris peeping at him from beneath its pink hood, there was no way he could concentrate.
"I've just heard the voice of the Lord," he said, moving around the bar and standing before the girl. "He wants me to examine you."
"Examine me?" she frowned, cocking her head to one side.
"It's not my choice," Will murmured, taking a speculum from the box. "Thy will be done."
"If you say so," she sighed, slipping off the stool. "Where do you want me?"
"Over the table," Will said, moving some chairs aside. "Clothes off and lie on the table. On your back, of course."
"The Lord has spoken to you, my fanny. Your cock has spoken, you mean."
"The Lord made my cock, so it's the same thing."
Watching as the girl slipped her blouse and skirt off, Will toyed with the steel speculum. Rummaging through the box as she lay on the table, he grabbed two pairs of handcuffs. This was going to be an interesting and sexually rewarding night, he thought as he moved behind the girl. Kneeling on the floor, he pulled her arms down and cuffed her wrists to the table legs.