said, as Arlene fucked in and out, the thick, hard rubber dildo spearing deep into her velvety passage. Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around Arlene's hips, as she struggled desperately to absorb the whole rigid bit of molded rubber into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt. She slithered up and down its full length now, as her softly flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up and down the long smooth pole. 'Oooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh!' the minister's wife chanted as the other woman fucked the thick hard rubber cock in and out of her insanely throbbing cunt!
Suddenly the minister slumped forward, cradling his aching head on his two arms, folded before him on the table. His eyes were shut and although he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, of low-pitched voices he made no effort to raise his aching head.
Nothing more could happen to shatter his once secure world, he thought. Everything was splintering down around his shoulders!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dean Lowell turned his head and saw that the athletic instructor Rudy Creighton had arrived and with him was thirteen year old Janice Corman, the minister's daughter. That nosy bastard is going to get a double dose tonight, he vowed, waving at Creighton as he passed.
He heard Janice's girlish voice. 'But Mr. Creighton, what are we doing here?'
'We're here for the indoor sports. You did so well under considerable odds in the car that I thought I'd bring you here to see how you did in ideal conditions. Could be a few records broken here tonight,' he joked.
The unlikely couple, teacher and student, passed on down the hall out of Lowell's hearing. He turned to look at the minister again, still slumped over the table, at Julie Corman being fucked by his own wife, Arlene. He felt his own excitement mounting, his cock throbbing like a pounding trip hammer, his loins burning like a furnace. Shit! He couldn't wait much longer. But his own need was interrupted by a shrieking from the next room.
'Aaaaauuuuggghhhhhhhhh! I'm… aaaahhhh… dear God… cccuuummmiiiinnngggg!'
His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him as she rose to meet the thrusts of Arlene's hips sending the dildo deep into her nakedly writhing belly. She writhed beneath her now, impaled on the obscene, lewd instrument that plunged in and out of her lewdly sucking cunt. She screamed again, and her wail split the air. And then the room on the other side went dark, and the lights went on in the room where the members of the School Board had gathered to watch the minister's wife.
When Reverend Corman finally looked up the room blazed with light and all the other men had gone. Now what he thought? What further indignities can I be subjected to, he wondered. And where was Julie? Whatever had possessed his decent wife to indulge in such lewd acts?
He went off down the hall to find out what was going on, expecting the worse.
'You liked that didn't you, Julie,' Lowell asked, pouring the blonde minister's wife more champagne. When she didn't answer his lips curled into a lecherous little smile with his eyes gleaming evilly. 'Do you think you'll like this just as well?' He slipped his arm around her shoulder drawing her to him, and then his hand slid down along the edge of a robe someone had given her, slipped beneath it to trail across the soft sensitive skin of her breasts.
She started at his touch, while a little chill of excitement flickered up and down her spine. She tried her best to suppress it, to make it go away. It was wrong, she knew. But it was a delicious feeling at the same time. 'Don't,' she whispered.
He ignored her and pulled her close, and his mouth closed over hers, his tongue sinking deeply into the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
This is all wrong, Julie thought. There's only so much I can blame on the champagne. It's me. I want this! She tried to recall a time when it had felt this good with her husband. But that didn't seem important at all because now Lowell was running his hands up and down Julie's slender body, beneath the loose robe that covered her, his hands sliding across her tender, pointed breasts to her slim waist, moving back and forth, gently caressing the pale skin. Suddenly, he pushed his chair back and stood up, hovering above her, then pulled her too, to her feet. As she stood before him, he quickly pulled the robe from her shoulders, and the soft covering slid to the floor.
The Dean sucked in his breath as he stared at her voluptuous body, completely naked now. Shit! She was luscious. He'd known she would be. Watching her with Arlene had sent him practically out of his gourd! His eyes traveled over her magnificent breasts, erect and full, their ruby-tipped nipples distended. The voluptuous contours of her body were absolutely breathtaking, her skin, set off by the pale silken fuzz between her legs was like alabaster.
Suddenly from the room beyond he heard a shout and then the sound of broken glass falling as Reverend Corman rose to his feet struggling to get away from the members of the School Board who were intent on making him watch this new indignity. 'Don't you touch her, Lowell!' Brad cried. 'I'll get you for this!'
Lowell ignored him and so did Julie. She was so lust-crazed and champagne soaked by this time she was interested only in satisfying the craving of her body. The Dean took her by the hand and led her across the room. There was a large chair there, a velvet covered easy chair, and he sank down into it, pushing Julie to her knees at the same time.
'Come here,' he said, straightening his legs and spreading them apart. She hesitated a moment, not comprehending. And then he ordered again. 'Come here, Julie!'
He slid down in the chair, so that just his buttocks rested on the edge of it and Julie still kneeling, swiveled towards him. He caught her and pulled her between his knees, then tangled his hands in the silken strands of her shoulder-length blonde hair. He pulled her face down, and at the same time ground his steaming loins up against it so that she could feel the throbbing hardness of his already-erect penis beneath the rough tweed of his trousers.
'You good at sucking cock, Mrs. Corman?'
She didn't answer, 'Take it out,' he ordered.
Again she looked at him, not quite understanding. She heard her husband screaming in the room next door and that didn't make any sense at all. What was the matter with him? She was having a good time.
Lowell took her hand and placed it between his legs, curling her fingers around the pull of his zipper. Suddenly, it gave way, and his fly split open, while his giant throbbing cock burst into the air.
He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around it, at the same time pulling back the thick foreskin so that the bulbous purplish head popped out. Then his hands were at her lips. 'Come on, Mrs. Corman, the reverend wants to see how you suck cock!'
Julie did as she was told, and then she felt the hard hot flesh of his lust-engorged cock rubbing lightly against her teeth, and a moment later felt the thick pole of flesh rammed forward into the moist saliva of her mouth. The gland of the giant head slid wetly up the full length of her tongue, now, while tiny drops of his lewd male fluid seeping from it spilled out, to fill the warm cavern of her mouth with their distinctively masculine taste.
Bill began to undulate his hips slowly, as he sat on the chair sending his rigid cock sliding in and out of her mouth, while he twisted his hands in her hair once again, gripping it tightly, pulling her face hard against his loins. Opening her eyes, Julie could see the full length of his rigid member as it slid between her widely ovalled lips with a wet, sucking sound, and a little shiver of fear wrapped itself around her. It was gargantuan, she thought! That was the word for it! Gargantuan! She could hardly imagine any man possessing such as enormous penis, least of all Dean Lowell. And yet here she was, kneeling between his legs, while the long, thick cock speared so deep into her mouth that it seemed to brush against her throat.
Momentarily, she was frightened she would choke on it. She shook her head, trying to free herself, and
