Her body was aflame with pure passion now and she moaned softly. Lowell quickened his strokes, lengthening them at the sane time. Nothing seemed to matter but this joy she felt, this ecstasy, and she was only vaguely aware of the group of men standing around, watching with lust-filled eyes, the sordid spectacle of the young minister's wife being fucked by the Dean of Craven Girls School. She noticed her husband was being held by the men but Julie didn't want to think about it. She wanted nothing more than to lie here beneath Bill Lowell, thrashing ecstatically as his huge hard penis filled her belly to the bursting point.
The lovely blonde woman writhed furiously now, as the pleasure of being fucked spiraled through her, filling her loins and belly with unbelievable rapture. Her own little moans and mewls of ecstasy rang in her ears, and were joined, it seemed, by similar little sounds from the next room. She managed to clear her mind with a tremendous effort of will, to concentrate for the briefest moment on those sounds, to identify them in some way, and then it somehow penetrated her consciousness that whoever it was in the next room was being fucked, too… that, she, too, deep in her subconscious, she recognized the voice again. It was the voice of the young girl she had heard before. She still couldn't identify it.
Again, she pushed the matter from her mind as Lowell pounded, pumped and pumped into her, yanking his middle finger from her asshole with a lewd wet sucking sound, while he pressed his hands behind her knees, thrusting them back hard, almost to her shoulders. Her legs jerked, her toes curling as she approached her climax, and she tossed her head wildly from side to side.
As Lowell continued to hammer into her, he felt the warm wet fluid seep from her cunt walls to flood around his hard fucking cock and then he felt the spasm of her contraction, her convulsion, beneath him.
'Oooohhhhh… aaaaaahhhhhh… eeeeeooooiiiiwwwww… Dean… I'm… aaaaaauuuuummmmmmm ccccuuummmiiinnnggg!'
And his own hot sperm churning like boiling lava in his fiery balls raced the length of his penis to spurt far up into Julie's nakedly quivering belly, as she ground her frantically climaxing cunt up tight against its deep buried depth.
Julie moaned aloud, her thighs quivering as her own white hot juices mingled with the thick viscous liquid still shooting deep into her. At last her legs fell limp, splayed out over the edges of the couch and she closed her eyes, feeling completely and utterly satisfied.
From the room beyond she heard the voice of the youngster crying out her own ecstasy now, just as she herself had.
'Oooooohhhh… Mr. Creighton… I'm… cuummmiiinnnggggg!' There was a long incoherent cry and then a long silence.
Suddenly she heard a shrill scream of sheer and utter horror come from the throat of her husband, struggling desperately to his feet.
'Father in heaven!' he screamed, his voice rising and falling in sheer disbelief. 'That's my daughter's voice! Janice!'
CHAPTER EIGHT
Reverend Bradley Corman was still seated in the small study. His face that had gone from crimson to white was now a deathly ashy color. His mouth was open and he gasped for air. His eyes were glazed and from time to time he shook his head and closed them as it would blot out the events of the evening. But there was no way to shut out the knowledge of what had occurred. The minister's soul was etched with the events of this nightmare evening and would remain so for the remainder of his life. His only thoughts, now, were as to how he could escape from the School Board and these disgusting perverts and how he could get his wife and daughter out of here before these men thought up some new atrocity to gladden their jaded lives.
Trying to regain some of his dignity though he was a broken man, the minister walked into the next room. 'Get your clothes on, Julie, we're leaving.' He strode into the next room where Janice lay, her arm entwined around the gym teacher's muscular athlete's body and ordered her to get up.
But then the young minister felt himself surrounded with members of the School Board. He looked at the circle closing in on him. These men had interviewed him along with the Dean of Craven when he had first come to town… these men held the futures of the children of America, he thought bitterly.
'Are you going somewhere, Reverend?' It was the voice of Dean Lowell.
'I'm taking my wife and daughter home.'
'Don't be silly, Reverend. We haven't finished with them yet. Didn't you tell me that someone told you there were orgies going on at the old School Board offices? Weren't you anxious to find out about them… to call the cops and expose the whole mess… you know the dirty old men and the school girls?'
'Please! Dear God! This is inhuman!' the minister moaned, burying his face in his hands. He really and truly felt faint now. It was hard to focus his eyes and yet he was certain he saw his daughter's voluptuous young figure swimming past him. It seemed that Matt Connors had Janice by the hand. And then he saw that one of the directors of the school district was running his hands over the plump, newly ripened curves of Janice's breasts, cupping them in his huge hands, stroking her nipples until they stood out from the two rounded spheres as if they had a life of their own. Brad closed his eyes and a shudder shook his whole body. Father in heaven! Now what?
He opened his eyes, to see Connors lean over leering, and then heard his rasping voice demand, 'Ever been fucked in the ass, kid?'
It seemed to Brad that his daughter nodded. It was hard for him to tell and then he closed his eyes again, waiting for the blow to fall, the guillotine to drop. When after an eternity, he opened them again, he saw the two of them… his daughter, Janice and Matt Connors, from the School Board, in the room just beyond. Janice was down on her hands and knees, her small, slender form naked, while Connors, stripped too, knelt behind her, his heavy torso pressed against her buttocks. His long, thick cock was coupled to her, thrusting brutally into her young quivering body.
'Sweet Jesus!' Corman moaned. 'He's doing it to her. He's shoved his cock into her asshole!' He stared mesmerized, unable to tear himself away from the revolting scene before him. Suddenly Janice dropped her head, hollowing her back and skewering her buttocks back towards his rampaging member. She waggled her buttocks lewdly at him; he shoved his lust-incited cock into her, his hands grabbing lewdly at her small firm breasts dancing beneath her. Then, suddenly, he grabbed her hands and pulled them back between his legs to cup his obscenely swaying balls.
The minister couldn't watch anymore. He slumped forward once again, feeling faint. 'No… dear God… stop it!'
'Isn't God taking care of you, boy?' Lowell sneered at him. 'I thought you were supposed to have a hot line to heaven.'
When the minister didn't answer, the dean clucked him under the chin. 'Cheer up, boy… let's go next door.'
Instinctively, Brad knew that Julie would be there with a man, submitting to some other degrading act. He wondered idly what it would be. And then he wondered if it really mattered. Did anything at this point?
The young minister let himself be led into the room, making no resistance. As he had suspected, Julie was in there lying on the sofa again, her legs splayed open. One of the old men Brad had seen at the bar was there, too, and Corman saw that he was toying with the fleshy pink lips of her vagina with his fat, stubby middle finger. He parted the sparse blonde hair, exposing the narrow hair-lined slit, while she moaned above him, her breath coming in short little gasps of ecstasy.
He dropped between her legs now, poised on all fours and placed his hands against the warm soft flesh of her inner thighs, gazing down hungrily at the narrow furrow there, fringed so delicately with soft golden hair. And then, as the two of them began to moan Brad felt a moment of sick revulsion… That's my wife lying there beneath that pervert! He could think of no words vile enough to describe his depravity, his evilness. And yet, even as he watched the repulsive scene, he felt a flash of shocked excitement in his own loins, felt his balls begin to throb and then to ache, his penis lurch in a quick spasm. Dear Father in heaven! What was wrong with him? He was an ordained man of God and he was having pagan impure thoughts!
