spunked
one nun's mouth, and fucked another nun's tight pussy. And he'd not
even started on young Marianne. Finishing his pint, he left the pub
and walked home. There was work to be done. The lounge converted
into a church, the greenhouse cleared in readiness for the cannabis
plants... There was no peace for the wicked, he chuckled inwardly,
closing the front door and wandering into the bar.
He was hardly
ready to open for business, but that didn't matter. Once the beer
was flowing, the punters wouldn't give a damn about the seating
arrangements or the decor. Leaning on the bar, he recalled his many
trips to France. He'd have to resume his duty-free runs, he mused.
Stocking up on booze was of paramount importance. But he'd also
need a music system, a till, ice buckets, ashtrays, a fruit
machine... Now there was a money spinner. There was a lot to do,
but nothing was impossible. His only concern was Josie. She'd not
phoned yet, which was just as well as he didn't like lying to her.
Although he lied freely and frequently. She'd understand why he'd
converted the dining room into a bar, wouldn't she? He'd make
money, and lots of it. She'd not only understand but give her
complete and utter support. And pigs might fly. The phone ringing,
he wandered into the kitchen and lifted the receiver.
"Mr
Entercock?" a female asked.
"Speaking."
"I'm not going
to reveal my identity."
"Aren't
you?"
"No."
"Have you lost
your memory? Do you know who you are?"
"Of course
I... All I'll say is that I'm an extremely worried villager."
"Oh?"
"I'm calling
because I'm exceedingly concerned about a couple of girls. They
hang around Father Kosher's church."
"Hang around?
Who are they?"
"They're not
from Cumsdale so I doubt that you'd know them. They're unsavoury
girls, Mr Entercock. I believe that they're up to no good."
"I see. And,
you think I can help?"
"I was hoping
that you might try to save them from the wickedness of their wicked
sins. They're usually at the church around two o'clock. I don't
know what they get up to, exactly. But I do know they participate
in highly questionable sexual practices. They only go to the church
when Father Kosher isn't around. I was wondering whether you'd go
along and..."
"Of course,"
Will agreed eagerly. A chance to meet two unsavoury girls who
participated in highly questionable sexual practices? "I'll be
there at two."
"That's very
good of you."
"It'll be very
good of the girls. Er... It's very good of you to tip me off about
the horny little... About the girls' wicked ways."
"I'm sorry
that I can't reveal my identity. It's just that..."
"I understand,
Mrs Smythe-Cummings. Leave it to me. I shall guide the girls back
onto the path of righteousness." And guide his cock up their
pussies.
"Thank you, Mr
Entercock. You've put my mind at rest."
This was a
turn up for the books, Will mused, rubbing his crotch. With Father
git-face Kosher out of the way, he'd have the church to himself.
And the delectable girls. It wasn't that he didn't like old man
Kosher. But he had been rather bigheaded since he'd arrived in the
village a month previously. Building up his congregation and
spreading the word that Cumsdale now had a decent church, a proper
church... Entercock's church had been the best in the land, bulging
at the seams every Sunday morning. People just couldn't keep away.
Maybe it was because the basement bar opened at midday. But it was
bums on pews that counted, and cash in the collection plates. And
Will was an expert at both.
After a
shower, he donned his cassock and slipped his shoes and socks on.
Splashing aftershave over his face he brushed his dark hair back
and admired his reflection in the hall mirror. His cock twitching
expectantly, he left the house and walked down the lane with more
than a spring in his step - and his balls. Father Kosher's church
was almost a mile away, but Will was sure that the trek was going
to be well worth it.
Passing the
convent, he recalled climbing down the
one nun's mouth, and fucked another nun's tight pussy. And he'd not
even started on young Marianne. Finishing his pint, he left the pub
and walked home. There was work to be done. The lounge converted
into a church, the greenhouse cleared in readiness for the cannabis
plants... There was no peace for the wicked, he chuckled inwardly,
closing the front door and wandering into the bar.
He was hardly
ready to open for business, but that didn't matter. Once the beer
was flowing, the punters wouldn't give a damn about the seating
arrangements or the decor. Leaning on the bar, he recalled his many
trips to France. He'd have to resume his duty-free runs, he mused.
Stocking up on booze was of paramount importance. But he'd also
need a music system, a till, ice buckets, ashtrays, a fruit
machine... Now there was a money spinner. There was a lot to do,
but nothing was impossible. His only concern was Josie. She'd not
phoned yet, which was just as well as he didn't like lying to her.
Although he lied freely and frequently. She'd understand why he'd
converted the dining room into a bar, wouldn't she? He'd make
money, and lots of it. She'd not only understand but give her
complete and utter support. And pigs might fly. The phone ringing,
he wandered into the kitchen and lifted the receiver.
"Mr
Entercock?" a female asked.
"Speaking."
"I'm not going
to reveal my identity."
"Aren't
you?"
"No."
"Have you lost
your memory? Do you know who you are?"
"Of course
I... All I'll say is that I'm an extremely worried villager."
"Oh?"
"I'm calling
because I'm exceedingly concerned about a couple of girls. They
hang around Father Kosher's church."
"Hang around?
Who are they?"
"They're not
from Cumsdale so I doubt that you'd know them. They're unsavoury
girls, Mr Entercock. I believe that they're up to no good."
"I see. And,
you think I can help?"
"I was hoping
that you might try to save them from the wickedness of their wicked
sins. They're usually at the church around two o'clock. I don't
know what they get up to, exactly. But I do know they participate
in highly questionable sexual practices. They only go to the church
when Father Kosher isn't around. I was wondering whether you'd go
along and..."
"Of course,"
Will agreed eagerly. A chance to meet two unsavoury girls who
participated in highly questionable sexual practices? "I'll be
there at two."
"That's very
good of you."
"It'll be very
good of the girls. Er... It's very good of you to tip me off about
the horny little... About the girls' wicked ways."
"I'm sorry
that I can't reveal my identity. It's just that..."
"I understand,
Mrs Smythe-Cummings. Leave it to me. I shall guide the girls back
onto the path of righteousness." And guide his cock up their
pussies.
"Thank you, Mr
Entercock. You've put my mind at rest."
This was a
turn up for the books, Will mused, rubbing his crotch. With Father
git-face Kosher out of the way, he'd have the church to himself.
And the delectable girls. It wasn't that he didn't like old man
Kosher. But he had been rather bigheaded since he'd arrived in the
village a month previously. Building up his congregation and
spreading the word that Cumsdale now had a decent church, a proper
church... Entercock's church had been the best in the land, bulging
at the seams every Sunday morning. People just couldn't keep away.
Maybe it was because the basement bar opened at midday. But it was
bums on pews that counted, and cash in the collection plates. And
Will was an expert at both.
After a
shower, he donned his cassock and slipped his shoes and socks on.
Splashing aftershave over his face he brushed his dark hair back
and admired his reflection in the hall mirror. His cock twitching
expectantly, he left the house and walked down the lane with more
than a spring in his step - and his balls. Father Kosher's church
was almost a mile away, but Will was sure that the trek was going
to be well worth it.
Passing the
convent, he recalled climbing down the
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