The minister's family

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 uttered a muffled gasp. But Bill yanked it back and pulled her head violently up against his lust-hardened penis.

"Suck!" his hissed at her. "Suck it all off!"

She raised her eyes, feeling excitingly submissive, captive, even, ready to do whatever he wanted. "Suck my cock!" he ordered again, ramming his huge blood-swollen penis into her face held, as if in a vise, between his two hands. She nodded, almost swallowed the hardened flesh that filled the moist cavern of her mouth, and then her cheeks began to hollow in and out, as she clasped her roundly straining lips around the giant penis he forced between them.

She swirled her tongue around it now, licking the lewd little drops of pre-cum that dropped from its tip, swallowing them with relish. She felt his hands relax though still entwined in her hair, then leave her head to run along the smooth ivory-white flesh of her body, along the sides of it, over the voluptuous curves of her breasts and lips. He leaned over her lewdly bobbing head and his hands slid to the full, rounded mounds of her buttocks, kneaded the flesh there hungrily. He let his middle finger dip into the deep crevice between the soft white cheeks of her ass, tracing the pencil-thin crevice between them, sending little jolts of unexpected pleasure through Julie's tingling body.

The ramrod of penile flesh continued to saw in and out between her wide-stretched oval lips, as her head rose up and down on the huge lust-engorged shaft. She could see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base where it left his open fly, could feel the scratch of the tweed of his trousers against the tender skin of her cheeks. Why didn't he take his pants off?

She slipped her hands down under them, under his cotton undershorts too, easing them down, and then, as he rose from the chair to shrug them off, she lifted herself from her knees, still sucking on his cock, still running her tongue wetly around the wetly glistening head. There was a quick lurch, a sudden twist, and then they slid over his hips, and she ran her own hands down the sides of his body. Sinking back to her knees, she pulled his trousers off him completely, and then dropped her head once more to rest it between his widespread legs.

She bobbed wantonly up and down over the thickly swollen shaft now, sucking on it as if it were a stick of candy, her tongue licking all around the hotly throbbing blue-veined surface. From somewhere off in the next room she heard Brad's voice, sharp and shrill and filled with rage. For a second she assumed he was just angry because it wasn't him getting his cock sucked. Well, that could happen later but for the time being she was occupied with Dean Lowell. The minister's wife bobbed up and down over the older man's thickly swollen cock, her tongue licking and tasting all around his hotly throbbing hugeness!

She bent her head towards Bill's lustful quivering loins once more, sucking deep on the hard swollen length of his penis, spearing up into her mouth, and then she felt herself being lifted up, being lifted off the floor and being carried across the room to a couch there, one she had scarcely noticed.

And then she was lying on it, her legs spread wide, limp and unresisting, hanging over the edge of the couch while Bill dropped down beside her. His fingers crawled over her naked body, trailing across her throat, down to the soft sensitive flesh of her breasts. He began to knead the gently trembling mounds, stroking them with ever increasing intensity, while new ripples of unwanted pleasure washed over her.

The blonde-curled triangle between her legs began to throb and ache with a longing which had never been fulfilled. and now, she knew it would be. Eagerly, she spread her legs even wider.

And then she caught a glimpse of her husband's face which was as white as the white clerical collar he wore at his throat. It looked almost comical with three or four members of the distinguished School Board holding down the reverend. But then her attention was diverted to a room on the other side of her, to the voice she heard there. It was a child's voice and it seemed terribly familiar to her. She shifted position so she could see better.

She saw a young girl there on her knees, just as she herself had been a short while before. And just as she had been sucking Dean William Lowell's penis, her cheeks hollowing in and out, this girl was sucking someone else's thick, stiff cock.

But who was it?

She thought she recognized the physique. The man seemed younger and far more muscular than most of the men from the School Board. She had seen him somewhere… but where? His head was turned away, and she couldn't make out his face in the dim light of the room. His voice was vaguely familiar too, she perked up her ears as he spoke again.

"Say it! Say it out loud!"

There was a pregnant pause, a silence that seemed as loud as any words Julie had overheard, and the girl's clear young voice startled her like the crack of a whip across tender naked flesh.

"Fuck me," she begged in a childish voice. "Fuck me!"

A tremor of depraved sensuality wracked Julie's whole being. It was a child! Her girlish voice indicated that she couldn't have been much older than Janice, Julie's daughter. And yet here was this child in this wicked place, begging to be fucked! The sheer obscenity of it was somehow thrilling, and once again her body was alive with an ecstasy she had never before known.

And then her passion soared even beyond that as Bill's hands descended down again toward the narrow valley of her buttocks, pulling them wide apart, and lingered there while he ran his middle finger teasingly up and down the crease. She writhed beneath his hands, gasping out her pleasure as his fingers curled down to rummage in the wetly seeping slit of her vagina between the soft hair-lined lips there.

Julie felt the moistness surging from her achingly throbbing cunt, up between her legs, and felt a little twinge of pride at the fact that she could excite this man so much. She felt Lowell moisten the tip of his middle finger in the warm wetness of her cunt and then gasped as he slowly stroked it up the crevice between the cheeks of her ass towards her tight, tiny anus. For a moment, it circled around the tight nether ring guarding the entrance to her rectum and then with a sudden thrust, it plunged deep inside.

Julie gasped at the shock sucking in her breath in the agony of the moment, and then as she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion, she began to moan in a frenzy.

"Like that?" Lowell demanded leering down at her, his middle finger skewering deeper into her asshole, impaling her lewdly on it.

She moaned again, rotating her hips now, grinding her buttocks deep into the cushions of the couch, while Lowell turned and twisted the tip of his finger in her narrow anal passage. His hands spread outwards to cup the smoothly straining mounds of her buttocks, while his finger continued to spear into her. At last he lifted her up toward his loins, positioned above her and she felt his stiffly erect penis touch tentatively at the moistly throbbing flesh of her cuntal lips.

Momentarily, she looked over to see if her husband was still watching and as she saw he was she shut her eyes as she felt Bill's hugely throbbing penis part her sparse pubic hair, searching for the glistening little hole of her cunt. He found it at last, the touch sent another glorious thrill through her. Then Lowell flicked his hips forward and the soft, rubbery cock-head forced its way into the tight elastic opening of her sensitive pussy.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh… dear God…" she gasped as he pushed again, sending his hugely swollen cock burrowing in between the moist, soft-ridged walls of her cunt, pressing the fold of tender pussy flesh before it.

Then, as suddenly as he had entered her, Bill withdrew, the thick, bulbous head of his penis barely brushing the lewdly glistening lips of her vagina.

Julie couldn't stand it. "Put it back," she screamed. "Fuck me… fuck me, you bastard!"

"Jesus, yes!" Lowell shouted and once more he used the thick blood engorged head of his penis to part the silken strands of her pussy hair. The little mouth lay open to him again, and with a sudden lurch he forced his rock-hard cock far up into her moistly throbbing cunt, thrusting it forward inch by inch between the softly yielding walls. He settled his body down on Julie now, and began to grind his hips between her openly welcoming thighs, sinking deeper and deeper between them, withdrawing momentarily, penetrating her again until the head slammed relentlessly up against her cervix.

Julie moaned beneath him, her head lolling from side to side, her mouth slack in obscene, wanton abandon. Bill rotated his hips and she moved against them, rotating hers in turn, while little beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip. With one hand, he cupped her nakedly squirming buttocks, pulling her closer to his own surging loins, while his middle finger continued to twist and turn within her tight little asshole moving against his plunging cock that speared lustfully in and out of her cunt.

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!"