drainpipe the previous day.
The old hag would have been seething with anger when she'd searched
every square inch of the building and found no sign of him. And no
doubt she'd looked a complete and utter fool in front of the police
officer.
The birds
singing, the sun shining, Will breathed in the country air,
whistling to himself as he neared the church. This was just like
the old days, he reflected. Naked beneath his cassock, the prospect
of screwing a couple of horny girls... Two unsavoury girls who
participated in highly questionable sexual practices? Deliberating
on the questionable practices he'd participated in over the ears,
he wondered what they were in to.
Finally
entering the church, he checked his watch. He was half an hour
early, but he could wait. Wandering down the aisle, he recalled his
own church. The cold air of the stone building, the musk of time
filling his nostrils, the altar... He'd had a few women over the
altar in his time. Church candles, fingers, vibrators, his tongue,
his cock... There had been dozens of insertions. His lounge was no
substitute, but it was going to have to suffice for the time
being.
Hearing voices
outside, he slipped behind a pillar and peered out of the shadows.
His lips furling into a wicked grin, he eyed the two girls as they
looked about. Wearing miniskirts, they really were tasty. Their
nipples pressing through their tight T-shirts, their long hair
flowing over their shoulders, they were definitely ripe for a
damned good shagging.
"He'll be half
an hour, yet," the blonde sighed, plonking herself on a pew. "I
don't know why we have to be here this early."
"Father Kosher
told us to be here early," the dark-haired girl returned, joining
her friend on the pew.
"We don't even
know Entercock. Who is he?"
"A priest,
apparently."
"Why do we
have to be really friendly with him when we don't even know
him?"
"I don't know
any more than you. All we can do is wait and see what happens."
Frowning, Will
crept into the office and opened the window. The Reverend Mother
was a devious cow, he reflected, clambering through the window and
falling to the ground. And as for Father Kosher, he mused, standing
up and brushing grass off his cassock. The man was a snide bastard.
Slipping into the undergrowth, he kept his eye on the main doors of
the church. Guessing the girls were supposed to be overly friendly
towards him so he'd be caught in a compromising situation, he
checked his watch again. Fifteen minutes to go, he thought,
wondering why he'd been such a fool. An anonymous phone call
concerning two unsavoury girls? He shook his head. He'd been
stupid.
Watching the
girls wander out of the church, he had no idea what was going on.
Checking their watches, they mumbled something to each other.
Eyeing their naked thighs emerging from beneath their short skirts,
he decided to take the bait. But not anywhere near the church.
Coming up with an idea, he brushed his dark hair back and chuckled
wickedly. They were bait, and he was going to eat the bait.
Grinning, he emerged from the undergrowth and walked towards the
delectable females.
"Good
afternoon," he said. "And what delightful afternoon God has given
us."
"Oh," the
blonde gasped, turning and facing him. "You made me jump."
"Sorry."
"Is your name
Entercock?" the dark-haired girl asked.
"Entercock?"
he frowned. "Good God, no. You're not expecting that despicable
man, are you?"
"Yes, we are.
He's supposed to be here at two o'clock. Do you know him?"
"Know him?
Good grief. I wouldn't hang around if I were you. The last man you
want to meet is Entercock."
"Why's
that?"
"He's... We
can't talk here. He's the last person I want to bump in to. Follow
me, and I'll explain."
"But, we're
supposed to wait in the church," the blonde said. "He's a priest
and... Hang on. You're a priest."
"I am indeed.
I'm Father..." Father Shagnasty? "Er... Father Testiculus."
"That's an
unusual name."
"I'm an
unusual man, my child."
"We'd better
wait in the
The old hag would have been seething with anger when she'd searched
every square inch of the building and found no sign of him. And no
doubt she'd looked a complete and utter fool in front of the police
officer.
The birds
singing, the sun shining, Will breathed in the country air,
whistling to himself as he neared the church. This was just like
the old days, he reflected. Naked beneath his cassock, the prospect
of screwing a couple of horny girls... Two unsavoury girls who
participated in highly questionable sexual practices? Deliberating
on the questionable practices he'd participated in over the ears,
he wondered what they were in to.
Finally
entering the church, he checked his watch. He was half an hour
early, but he could wait. Wandering down the aisle, he recalled his
own church. The cold air of the stone building, the musk of time
filling his nostrils, the altar... He'd had a few women over the
altar in his time. Church candles, fingers, vibrators, his tongue,
his cock... There had been dozens of insertions. His lounge was no
substitute, but it was going to have to suffice for the time
being.
Hearing voices
outside, he slipped behind a pillar and peered out of the shadows.
His lips furling into a wicked grin, he eyed the two girls as they
looked about. Wearing miniskirts, they really were tasty. Their
nipples pressing through their tight T-shirts, their long hair
flowing over their shoulders, they were definitely ripe for a
damned good shagging.
"He'll be half
an hour, yet," the blonde sighed, plonking herself on a pew. "I
don't know why we have to be here this early."
"Father Kosher
told us to be here early," the dark-haired girl returned, joining
her friend on the pew.
"We don't even
know Entercock. Who is he?"
"A priest,
apparently."
"Why do we
have to be really friendly with him when we don't even know
him?"
"I don't know
any more than you. All we can do is wait and see what happens."
Frowning, Will
crept into the office and opened the window. The Reverend Mother
was a devious cow, he reflected, clambering through the window and
falling to the ground. And as for Father Kosher, he mused, standing
up and brushing grass off his cassock. The man was a snide bastard.
Slipping into the undergrowth, he kept his eye on the main doors of
the church. Guessing the girls were supposed to be overly friendly
towards him so he'd be caught in a compromising situation, he
checked his watch again. Fifteen minutes to go, he thought,
wondering why he'd been such a fool. An anonymous phone call
concerning two unsavoury girls? He shook his head. He'd been
stupid.
Watching the
girls wander out of the church, he had no idea what was going on.
Checking their watches, they mumbled something to each other.
Eyeing their naked thighs emerging from beneath their short skirts,
he decided to take the bait. But not anywhere near the church.
Coming up with an idea, he brushed his dark hair back and chuckled
wickedly. They were bait, and he was going to eat the bait.
Grinning, he emerged from the undergrowth and walked towards the
delectable females.
"Good
afternoon," he said. "And what delightful afternoon God has given
us."
"Oh," the
blonde gasped, turning and facing him. "You made me jump."
"Sorry."
"Is your name
Entercock?" the dark-haired girl asked.
"Entercock?"
he frowned. "Good God, no. You're not expecting that despicable
man, are you?"
"Yes, we are.
He's supposed to be here at two o'clock. Do you know him?"
"Know him?
Good grief. I wouldn't hang around if I were you. The last man you
want to meet is Entercock."
"Why's
that?"
"He's... We
can't talk here. He's the last person I want to bump in to. Follow
me, and I'll explain."
"But, we're
supposed to wait in the church," the blonde said. "He's a priest
and... Hang on. You're a priest."
"I am indeed.
I'm Father..." Father Shagnasty? "Er... Father Testiculus."
"That's an
unusual name."
"I'm an
unusual man, my child."
"We'd better
wait in the
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