He watched as the man dropped his face to the wide split up between Julie's thighs, and then his tongue darted forth to slide its full length up into her quivering vagina.
Her body responded automatically, jerking spasmodically as his tongue slithered in and out of her hotly seeping cunt, racing up into her openly receptive vagina. No! It couldn't be happening, Reverend Corman thought! Not to my Julie! Oh, my wife!
And yet she twisted and turned beneath him, her face contorted with the most depraved pleasure, the most degraded expression he had ever seen, as the man continued his sinful defilement of her white trembling body. Now she was raising herself up to meet him, thrusting her legs forward, tangling his hair between her fingers, grasping it with all her strength to pull his face closer into the openly presented cunt-split up between her thighs.
His tongue darted forth again, and she began to moan and whimper with pleasure as it licked the trembling length of the narrow furrow. Suddenly, his probing lips found the erectly pulsing button of her clitoris, and Brad heard her sharp whine of agonized pleasure as the man took the tiny pulsating bud between his teeth, running his tongue around and around it, opening his hungry mouth at last to move his tongue back again, downward to the moist hot opening of her vagina.
He flicked his tongue deep inside, swirling it and probing it around the velvet-like clasping walls, while her body alternately contracted and relaxed beneath him in spasm of ecstasy. 'Oh my God!' the reverend thought as he watched his own innocent wife moaning and whimpering in depraved ecstasy beneath another man's lewd, hotly licking tongue!
Suddenly, he seemed to flip himself over, to whirl around like some sort of demented dervish and then Brad saw with an anguish he had never believed possible, that his body was poised transversely above hers, his heavy sperm-filled balls brushing against her small pointed chin. The short wiry pubic hairs surrounding them grazed her lips, while his rigid penis seemed to dig into the soft resilient flesh of her heaving breasts. She groaned again, gave another whimper of mingled delight and agony, and then in a frenzy clasped his rock-hard cock between her hands.
Lewdly, obscenely, she drew the thick heavy foreskin back and forth, while he shivered with obvious delight at her touch. Her own sharp, cat-like tongue darted out to lick at his pulsating purplish head, to savor the drops of thick lubricating fluid oozing from it.
'My God!' she moaned. 'Help me… help me!' She ovalled her moist red lips, held them open expectantly and waited with eyes closed.
A moment later she had taken the rigid throbbing shaft deep into her mouth, had begun to suck at it, pulling it almost to the back of her throat, her cheeks inflating around it, then hollowing. At the same time, the man continued to plunge his long, curling tongue deep into Julie's seething, clasping vagina, while she thrust her hopelessly aroused loins up against his face in total submission.
Suddenly, someone tapped him on the arm. It was Lowell. 'Enjoying the show?' he asked as if he were inquiring about a Broadway play.
'Look, Dean Lowell… you've made a fool of me, my wife, my daughter… I'll leave… I'll leave Craven and I certainly won't tell anyone about what went on over here,' the minister said desperately. 'Just let me and my family get out of here.'
The Dean was gloating with triumph that the minister was so humbling himself. That would teach that little God squad bastard to dare question his betters' actions. But he wasn't quite sure he was finished with him yet. There was one other small thing.
'You know, Reverend Corman, your mysterious caller was right. There are orgies going on here and a lot of the men here are only into voyeurism. When you get to be our age it's the only thing that's exciting,' he said facetiously. 'We were hoping that you'd put on a little exhibition with your wife so we could watch.'
'What are you talking about?' the minister asked clearly terrified now.
'Ever fucked Julie in the ass?' Lowell asked casually, his words slashing through Brad's mind like the edge of a sword.
Reverend Corman's jaw dropped, his mouth hung slack, open as he tried to understand what it was that Dean Lowell had said. 'Fucked Julie in the ass?' Dear God, that was sodomy! It was a cardinal sin! Sodomy! It was as lewd and depraved and sinful as you could get. And he'd just seen the gym instructor from Craven school do it to his thirteen year old daughter! How much lower could these degenerates sink?
The minister felt his stomach churning, felt shocked and disgusted and sick. Finally, he managed to choke out. 'Oh course not! It's depraved!'
'Depraved?' Lowell's tone was amused. 'You're a big boy, Rev. Isn't it about time you fucked her in the ass?'
'How dare you? I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing!'
'I think you would and after you're finished the whole School Board is waiting in the wings to get into that baby-tight asshole!'
Holy Mother of God! He couldn't do it, he thought. He couldn't! But he knew there was no alternative. He had to, if any of them were ever to get out of this den of depravity. And once again, degrading though it was, he felt a little thrill of excitement run through him, felt his loins catch fire, his cock throbbing in anticipation of the lewd, bestial act he was about to commit on his own wife.
The sight of Julie's voluptuous body, stretched out before him, offered to him as nothing more than a lewd receptacle for his illicit unnatural ravishment was driving him lust crazy. What was the matter with him? He was nothing more than a maddened beast himself, deprived of every vestige of human decency, incapable of resisting this vile debasement of his own wife.
Julie turned as her husband entered the room. All the liquor she had consumed had begun to wear off and the events of the past few hours were beginning to sink into her consciousness now. Earlier she had seemed to know nothing but the unbelievable pleasures of the moment, had given herself up to the sensual sensations that had permeated her entire body with hardly a thought. But now the memories of those passionate moments began to haunt her, and the sight of her husband made her already confused mind whirl anew. What had happened to her?
And what was going to happen to her now?
She searched her husband's face for a clue, and now the memory came back to her of their unhappy sex life. A shudder of fearful expectation went through her. Was this going to be more of the same?
She quivered on the couch, her firm ripe breasts heaving almost imperceptibly, the little triangle up between her legs tingling in a spasm of wanton desire. An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her thighs, and she squirmed her buttocks down into the softness of the cushions beneath her as she waited. And then she heard his voice, harsh with lust, as he ordered; 'Turn over, Julie!'
The words slowly penetrated her clouded mind. No! Not that! How could he ask that? He was a minister! How could he even consider committing such a sin?
With a quick, sudden movement, he seized her ankles and then twisted her over onto her stomach. She gasped for breath from the sudden impact as her body hit the couch, and her legs splayed out to the sides. Quickly, she clenched them together, the muscles of her buttocks straining to protect her fearfully quivering anus.
There was a brief moment of nothingness her heart seemed to stand still, her breath to cease. And then she heard the metallic rasp of a zipper as Brad opened his fly, heard the rustle of clothes being shed, and knew, without looking that he stood before her partially naked.
Julie felt Brad stroking and softly rounded flesh of her buttocks, running a finger lightly over the sensitive white half-moons. She flexed her nether cheeks, clenching them tight together, sucking in her breath. And then she felt her husband's lips moving slowly, lightly over her buttocks, kissing them, nipping at them, flicking his tongue against them.
She couldn't let him! She began to kick, thrashing about on the couch, writhing and bucking furiously, trying to escape. Her desperate efforts merely excited her husband more. He lunged forward viciously, grasping her by the ankles again, his fingers tightening around the white flesh until it was marked by angry red welts, as he pinned her down.
'Spread your legs,' he ordered.
Julie thrashed about once more, in one final hopeless attempt to save herself, and then winced as he spread
