could hide herself there. But his hands were all over her, running harshly, brutally almost, up and down her fearfully quivering body, squeezing her soft, sensitive flesh, kneading it until little white ridges of it stood out between his straining knuckles.
His head shot forward, and he fastened his mouth over her moist, warm lips. She gasped and struggled against him, and then his tongue darted forward, pressing relentlessly against her lips, forcing them apart, sliding into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. His tongue flicked farther forward now, deep inside her mouth searching and exploring roughly and obscenely. She squirmed against him again, trying to free herself, but he pinned her down, and then, as suddenly as his tongue had crashed into her mouth, he withdrew it.
In a moment, his head had dropped to the small, ruby-like buds of her nipples, and once again his tongue shot out, to lick first one and then the other into a taut, quivering erection. Julie writhed beneath him, murmuring little protests, which only served to arouse the minister further. His teeth closed over the stiff little tips and he nibbled hungrily on them, while Julie moaned over and over. 'Dear God… No… noo… Brad… stop it!'
The words fell on deaf ears. How many years had he waited to be satisfied to perform the sins he had dreamed about? Well tonight he would perform. Tonight, he would fuck his wife as she'd never been fucked before, and as she might never be fucked again. He lifted his head again and his face completely transformed into a mask of lust she'd never seen before, he let out a short obscene laugh as he gazed down at his wife's pale face.
He let his tongue trail slowly over her firm white breasts, then on down, over the slight swell of her naked belly, down toward the little patch of sparsely curling hair between her thighs. She arched her back, uttered another stifled cry, and pressed her legs close together. 'Dear God, no!' she moaned. 'Bradley, please! Not that!'
'Then, what way?' he growled at his wife, his eyes blazing with unsatisfied lust. 'How would you like to be fucked?'
'Oh, Brad,' she wailed.
'You don't want it anyway, do you?' he asked bitterly. Julie didn't answer, and suddenly he rolled on top of her, his heavy chest pinning her struggling, writhing body to the bed. Her legs scissored out as she thrashed beneath him, trying to free herself, and as they did, his hips fell heavily between her widespread thighs, and he pressed forward, forcing her jerking buttocks deep into the mattress. He felt the softness of her pubic hair grazing against his wildly throbbing cock, teasing tantalizing, until he thought he would go insane with lust.
The sexually-deranged minister wedged his knees up between hers, holding them wide apart, while his pelvis crashed against her defenselessly pinioned loins. He groaned as the electric contact sent flames of lustful fire shooting through his veins, felt the jump of his thickly rigid penis, that throbbed and ached unbearably.
His hand shot out to grasp the lust-stiffened length and guide it towards the small, glistening hole of his wife's cunt. She choked back a scream as she felt its blunt, bulbous head against the soft, tender lips of her unprepared pussy, felt it spread them open, thrust against the sensitive flesh until it found her clitoris.
Bradley began to massage the miniature phallus with the smooth, hard tip of his cock then moved it up and down the sensitive pussy slit. He arched back, leering drunkenly at her… Julie cringed fearfully beneath him. Then suddenly, lurched forward, aiming his lust-bloated penis at her moistly quivering hole.
His cock sank deep within her, scraping against the tight, dry walls of her vainly resisting cuntal walls, and she gasped, squirming as though she had been impaled on a torture instrument. Her agonized cry rang through the room, resounding in his ears, only to go unheeded. In his semi-drunken state he could think of nothing but his own satisfaction, and with another forward thrust he pushed his rock-hard staff deeper and deeper up into her warmly yielding flesh.
Julie lay helplessly beneath him, while tears of rage welled up in her eyes and flowed down her pale cheeks. She felt as if she were being torn apart inside by his entry. Again she pleaded with him. 'Stop it… please… Bradley… stop this!'
Nothing could stop the minister. The thoughts of the story he'd heard of the lewd ravishment of the young girls had fired his own loins, aroused him beyond endurance and that coupled with the amount of alcohol he had consumed had stripped him of all his usual gentility. He pounded his hips deep into her, thrusting the thick cock in and out, oblivious to the cries of protest that spilled from her throat.
Brad rammed in and out, now, in and out, like a sex maniac, his lust-incited cock sinking into the hilt, until it seemed to Julie that it would reach her throat from the inside! He locked his mouth to hers, mashing her lips back against her teeth. Her tender breasts, the sensitive skin bruised from his torturing fingers, were crushed against his chest. He grunted, then slid his two hands under her softly quivering ass-cheeks, lifting them to meet him even more, and now his sperm-heavy balls slapped against her nakedly upturned crotch in a steady rhythmical pattern.
The crazed husband felt his throbbing, blood-engorged cock sunk all the way inside her trembling belly, begin to ache as it seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Lord above, his balls were throbbing too now, the pressure building up in them until he thought they would explode. He fucked deep into Julie's passage that was sore, now, and still dry, fucked until she was afraid his huge thick cock would split her in two, would tear her literally to bits. 'Aaaaaiiii…! Stop it…! It's wicked… oh please…!' the minister's wife pleaded helplessly as his huge cock pistoned mercilessly in and out of her defenselessly ravished cunt!
She whimpered again, and then, as he pistoned in and out she felt the first faint stirrings of excitement begin to pulse through her. It grew quickly, seeming to set fire to her loins, and then to spread like leaping flames showering sparks in her racing blood. As the agonizing rapture began to take possession of her, she began to thrash and buck beneath her husband, rising to meet his pounding thrusts, moving her pelvis up against his hotly plunging cock.
Brad's hands slid beneath her gently undulating buttocks, spreading her cheeks wide, forcing her legs backwards, until her knees were bent nearly down to her heaving breasts, the full soft plane of her naked cunt exposed to his impaling shaft. The white-hot sperm in his lust-bloated balls began to churn insanely, and then he let out a long, loud shriek.
'Oooooooooooooooohhhh… aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Julie…! Aaaaahhh… I'm… ccccuuummmmiiinnngggggggg!'
Then with a monstrous thrust he drove his wildly climaxing cock all the way down inside her quivering belly, while the warm wet walls of her cunt wrapped tightly around it, clasping it as the hot, sticky load exploded from his sperm-tightened balls, surged the length of his penis to spurt forth into the narrow receptacle of her cunt.
Julie squirmed beneath him, bucking and sliding her wetly contracting pussy desperately up and down his still-hard penis, as her own ecstasy raged and mounted. She was almost there, had almost reached that pinnacle which had always been beyond her before, when suddenly he stopped.
'Noooooooooooo!' she wailed. 'You can't stop yet!'
But she felt the slow withdrawal of his rapidly collapsing penis as he pulled it slowly from her still frantically sucking pussy, felt the emptiness begin to build within her that she seemed almost always to have known in her sex life. And then he rolled over beside her.
A feeling of helpless guilt flooded over the young minister. What kind of a Godless creature was he? He'd wanted Julie so much, he'd wanted to take her in the most depraved sinful way, wanted to treat her like a whore in the Bible. And wasn't that just what he'd done?
Guilt-ridden, the minister slid off the bed, hearing the faint sob that rose from her throat, seeing by the light of the moon, the shivers that shook her lovely body. He couldn't stand watching her, knowing that he was responsible. He put on his pajamas and then partially dressed, he stole quietly from the bedroom. At the door, he stopped, turning back to look at the pathetic figure of his wife lying on the bed, noting that Julie had pulled the thin blanket over herself once more, as if to hide her shame and humiliation beneath its warmth. 'I'm so sorry,' he said softly, but she didn't hear. He closed the door behind him and went into the living room. He sat there, huddled up on the sofa until morning, thinking… thinking…
CHAPTER THREE
Bill Lowell was annoyed. It was a petty kind of annoyance, the sort of irritation that comes from a pesky
