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                         The Minister's Family

                           By Grace Wilkinson



                               Chapter 1

     Reverend Corman was exhausted; it had been a very wearing day. He
could still hear his wife moving around in the kitchen. Then she walked
into the bedroom and snapped the light on and unzipped her housedress
and let it fall to her ankles, bending to pick up the modest garment at
her feet, and he saw the thin nylon strip of her panties tighten snugly
between her firm full thighs, slipping tauntingly into the crease
between her buttocks, catching there as she straightened up. The tall
beauty walked across the room towards the closet, the dress folded over
her arm, her smoothly rounded asscheeks quivering voluptuously.
     Reverend Corman gaped at her, his mouth open. He'd never seen his
wife like this. She was a modest prudish woman, embarrassed to undress
in front of him even after fourteen years of marriage. And now she
turned around, as quietly as before, slipping the straps of her
brassiere down off her shoulders, unhooking the clasps at the back,
sliding it off, so that her full, resilient breasts fell free. Just as
nonchalantly, as gracefully as much at ease, she slipped her panties
down over her firm quivering thighs. She stood before him for a moment,
and he thought he had never seen anything quite so beautiful. The sight
of her magnificent breasts, the breath-taking contours of her body, even
the little triangle of golden hair at the base of her smooth white belly
sent little shivers of joy through him, set his loins on fire.
     Julie stood with her long legs spread apart, her head and
shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud,
flaring hips. She was smiling at him with her mouth parted, her teeth
slightly bared, the tip of her quivering pink tongue showing. The wet,
petal-like, hair-lined lips of her cunt were presented to his eyes like
a pagan virgin on a sacrificial altar, waiting for a huge, plunging
weapon to stab into her.
     The golden triangular bush of her sparse pubic triangle glistened
lewdly in the artificial light of the bedroom. Her high, perfectly
rounded breasts, startling alabaster white against the deep tan of her
other parts, jutted out like two ruby-crested, snow-capped mountain
peaks, waiting to be climbed. Her legs, so slender, so satiny smooth-
looking at their inner thighs, were moist with the warm flowing juices
of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
     "Bradley?" she asked, "Do you like what you see?"
     "Julie ..." her name choked past the minister's swollen throat,
but that was all. He couldn't say anything else. He could only stare at
her loveliness, at her completely lewd, wanton pose and his maddeningly
hammering cock began to assert its mastery over the mind and take
control of his body.
     Slowly, slowly, his voluptuously naked blonde wife lifted her
hands, her eyes fastened on his, and began to slide her palms up and
down, up and down, along her silky sides from the outer swells of her
ripely straining breasts to her flanks. Brazenly, she cupped the firm
white mounds of her breasts, kneading them lightly, pushing them out
toward him as if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts
of flesh.
     Then, her hands were stroking her taut little belly, moving down
ever so slowly until the tips of her fingernails were just touching the
fleece of her inviting pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long
moment, thumbs pressing against her slender, sculptured sides, fingers
splayed obscenely across her naked belly.
     The young minister stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable
to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange, fascinating
allure of this wildly seductive woman who was his wife. His frantically
jerking penis seemed to be screaming with his ever-increasing arousal.
     Slowly, Julie's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping
lower through her softly curling pubic hair, blazing a path toward the
narrow pink slit up between her outspread legs. When she reached it, she
placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the
wetly glistening pussy lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the
trembling red bud of her erect little clitoris to Brad's lust-ridden
gaze.
     With her outstretched right forefinger, then, she traced down,
down, until the tip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She
began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and round,
sending more rivulets of her lubrication trailing down her inner thighs.
And while she stroked her clitoris, rubbing her finger in a maddening
cadence along the gaping crevice of her wet, visibly throbbing cunt, she
began to talk to him in a droning hypnotic voice.
     "I want to fuck, lover. I want to fuck you like we've never fucked
before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you're fucking me,
and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want to suck your
big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry, and then I'll lick
your asshole, I'll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I
want you to eat my cunt, I want your tongue where my finger is now,
licking and biting and kissing my clit ..."
     On and on she intoned, and the words ... the absolute perverted
obscenity of what he was hearing lashed Brad's mind into a swirling
frenzy of wild, implacable lust.
     He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion on her clitoris as
he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed her
victory beyond any doubt. His hand went out to her, touched her warmly
rounded shoulders ... but then she was moving back away from him, saying
softly. "Not here, Brad. On the altar ... let's go down to the chapel
..."
     Suddenly, Reverend Corman was shaken rudely awake. "Brad for
heaven sakes, you were yelling your head off! Were you having a
nightmare?"
     "Huh? What ...?" He sat up in bed wiping his sweat-soaked forehead
with the arm of his pajamas. Julie was standing over him looking
concerned and he realized he had been having an erotic dream. The woman
standing over him was the same woman in the dream but her actions had
strictly been the stuff that dreams are made of. His wife, Julie would
never have behaved as she had in the dream. Not in ten million years!
     It was odd, the young minister mused, his wife was a beautiful
sensuous woman but she considered sex lewd ... Oh, she let him take her
all right ... that was her god-assigned wifely duty. She always did her
duty like the well-brought up, wife of a minister should ... yes, she
did ... she most certainly did. But somehow, she never seemed to let
Brad forget that that was just what she was doing ... her duty. There
wasn't much joy in it for either of them and although Bradley was an
ordained minister and he thought that chiefly it was a reproductive
function, he secretly dreamed of lewd orgies and other depraved
activities.
     "Okay, Julie, I'm getting up to have a drink. Whew, what a dream.
Last time I'm going to bed at eight o'clock."

                             *     *     *

     Reverend Corman gravely listened to the charges that the man made.
It was hard to know what to believe, receiving this kind of anonymous
information over the telephone. But there it was ... a disjointed male
voice at the other end of the wire telling him the most incredible
things and demanding that he as god's representative do something about
it. Bradley Corman couldn't imagine himself checking out the facts. They
were just too bizarre. How could all these atrocious things be happening
on the campus of a private girls' school? He thanked the man on the
phone for calling the matter to his attention and then hung up, deeply
disturbed.
     Reverend Corman had only been at Craven Girls' College for about a
month. It was essentially his first job as a school chaplain and he
enjoyed working with the young girls. The girls ranged in age from ten
to fifteen and his own thirteen year old daughter, Janice, was among the
students.
     The president of the college was a weird old duck named William
Lowell and along with the rest of the directors of the small school kept
pretty much to himself. Things were very quiet at Craven. That's what
made the anonymous caller's charges all the more outrageous, for if what
he said was true, the quiet belied a rotten core and a perverted
undercurrent. Why, how could it be so? Dean Lowell was a pillar of the
community. He was not only connected with Craven but also sat on the
Board of Education and held various other honorary titles from the
Chamber of Commerce and other business clubs. The school enjoyed a good
reputation and many a graduate at Smith and Radcliffe had come from
Craven.
     The caller had spared the chaplain no detail and Reverend Corman
wondered if the whole scenario was not just some plot from a
pornographic movie the man on the phone had seen. The man had said that
there were things going on after hours in the Old School Board Building.
Bad things. Perverted things, involving members of the Board of
Education and young female students from Craven. The man said that
almost every night, young girls some not even in their teens were
getting fucked while some of the old men participated and some just
contented themselves watching. Dear heaven, to think that children, some
even younger than his own thirteen year old daughter, Janice, were,
according to his source, sucking cock like popsicles and getting their
own cunts eaten by dirty old men!
     The concerned minister put his hands behind his head and leaned
back in his chair, tipping it up on the two back legs. God, what a
business. He would have to expose this dreaded business for the sake of
his wife and daughter.
     His daughter. He felt a little twinge of pride at the thought of
his daughter. Thirteen years old and couldn't be sweeter. Janice was
unspoiled and well brought up. He and Julie had seen to that and had
brought her up according to god's commandments. They'd never let her run
wild. They'd been very strict with her and that was one of the reasons
they didn't have to worry about her getting involved in any scandal like
the one Reverend Corman had just been told about. He wondered what he
would do if he ever caught Janice in a place like that, caught her with
some old pervert who was forcing his baby to commit indecent acts.
Merciful heavens, the thought of it made him whisper a silent prayer.
     If those girls were willing then what they needed was not patience
and permissive understanding but old fashioned discipline. He'd take
responsibility for administering it, too. He'd go out there and take
each one of those youngsters across his knee. He'd pull their skirts up
around their waists and then he'd bring his hand down so hard on their
quivering little buttocks that their screams would be heard clear on the
other side of town. He clenched his teeth in righteous rage as he
thought of their jiggling white ass-cheeks turning as red as tomatoes
under their flimsy panties. The adolescent girls would thrash and
squirm, do anything to escape his wrath, but by the good Lord, he would
be relentless! Those kids had the thrashing of their lives coming to
them, and he'd like to be the one to give it to them. Sure, they would
sob and beg for mercy, beg him to stop the punishment, but he wouldn't
listen. He would go on and on, raining one blow after another on their
defenseless little bottoms, until he was exhausted.
     And some day they would thank him for it, too. It would be a long
time before they did, it would be a week before any of them would be
able to sit down, even. But someday when they were finally women with
husbands and children, decent citizens, free from the sins of youth,
they'd thank him. He smiled grimly with satisfaction. And then he heard
Dean Lowell's footsteps above the chaplain's small office and the scrape
of his desk chair as he pulled it up to his desk.
     Reverend Corman waited a few minutes, to give the dean a chance to
go through the morning's mail and make his telephone calls and walked up
the short staircase from the chapel's small office. The minister stopped
at the door, and knocked. Behind the frosted glass window which had
'Dean' stenciled across the front he could see Lowell reflected hunched
over his desk. At the sound of the minister's knock, a voice called out,
"Come in."
     The handsome minister turned the knob and pushed the door open.
Once more Lowell was hunched over his desk, scribbling something on a
legal-sized yellow pad. "Be with you in a minute, Reverend Corman," he
mumbled, continuing to write. It was one of his little affectations,
Bradley noticed. The dean always liked to appear that you were stealing
a few precious seconds of his time. It let all the staff know how busily
the president of the college was attending to business although, Bradley
thought wryly, there certainly wasn't much he could be doing. The school
was an institution; it practically ran itself.
     Finally, Lowell shoved the pad away from him, then swiveled around
in his desk chair, and smiled patronizingly, "Morning, Reverend."
     "Good morning, Dean Lowell."
     "Fabulous day, isn't it, Reverend?"
     The agitated minister clearly did not feel the same way. His day
had started out with the alarming anonymous phone call which was his
reason for the visit to the dean's office in the first place. It was not
a duty he relished, bringing up this most distasteful topic with the
outrageous accusations. "Fine day, Dean Lowell," he said though.
     "What's on your mind ... running short of hymn books down in the
chapel?"
     Reverend Corman shuffled a little uneasily. He cleared his throat,
and began, "Something has come to my attention that I feel I should
discuss with you ..."
     "Well, what is it?" Lowell asked, his face bland.
     "This morning I had an anonymous phone call ..."
     Lowell looked annoyed "An anonymous phone call, really Reverend,
unless you have something specific in mind ... those boys down at
Billings Hall are always calling up here with some prank or other ..."
     "This did have some kind of a ring of truth to it, Dean Lowell."
     "Shoot," Lowell said, looking quite bored with the whole matter
and wondering how he could keep this brief.
     "I've heard that the old School Board offices are being used for
some sort of uh ... parties."
     The minister could not quite bring himself to say orgies.
     He looked directly into the eyes of the dean, and thought he saw
the faintest flicker of something ... shock? ... fear? But whatever it
was, it disappeared almost at once, and now he saw the guarded look that
was the school administrator's regular demeanor.
     "Well, I believe the offices are rented out. So what if they're
being used for parties?"
     "The parties are not parties in the strictest sense of the word.
You haven't heard anything about what goes on there?"
     "Perhaps, in passing," he replied carelessly. "The building is
quite large and there are some big old comfortable rooms there with
fireplaces and the like which are very conducive to entertaining. If
people want to rent the place and take their friends I don't see any
harm in that. Really, if you're referring to drinks being served there,
I see no harm in that."
     Corman felt a slow flush crawling over his face. It was just like
the dean to dismiss him as an alarmist. Well, he was going to tell the
story and that was that. He fought to control his voice; even so, when
he spoke, it was choked with righteous indignation: "Dean Lowell, I am
not referring to people having a few innocent drinks with their friends
in a comfortable room with a fireplace. I'm talking about sin and
degradation! I'm talking about youngsters perhaps from here at Craven
committing lewd and indecent acts. Children no older than my Janice
putting on sexual exhibitions with dirty old men watching and
participating."
     "Watching what?" Lowell's steel-cold, flinty grey eyes were boring
into the minister's skull, as if they could see everything he was
thinking. "What were they watching, Reverend?" He shook his head and
clucked his tongue. "Listen, if you want me to do something about this
revelation of yours you're going to have to be a little more explicit
and present a few facts."
     "All right. The other night there was a little red-haired child of
about twelve years of age over there. She was completely naked and lying
on a bed and some man about sixty years of age climbed on top of this
innocent girl, while about a dozen other men watched, and the first
thing you know he spread the child's legs so wide she looked like she'd
crack down the middle ... and then he put his head down, right there
between her legs, and uh ... to put it delicately ... began to lick her
genital area."
     The old man stared at him, not saying anything, his eyes boring
through him once again. "Well ...?"
     "Well what?"
     "What else? Did anything else take place over there or is that
about it?"
     "The caller said there was another youngster ... couldn't have
been any older than the little redhead and almost the same thing
happened with her except that she was uh ... sucking a penis, wrapping
it around some old man's penis until it was hard as a rock. And then,
god forgive her, she took the whole length of it into her mouth and
almost choked on the thing."
     The Dean shuffled the papers on his desk, cleared his throat and
took out a cigarette. He stuck it in the corner of his mouth, fumbled
for his lighter amidst the papers and took a deep drag. He blew a smoke
ring out and watched it float off in little wisps of white, disappearing
into stale air. "Seems to me that this could be a made up story. You
have no names, nothing. Some guy calls up and tells you about a red-
haired kid that may or may not be a student here at Craven ... what kind
of evidence is that ... I can't summon every redheaded kid in the school
to my office to ask her if she's been sucking cock over at the school
board offices, now can I, Reverend?"
     Bradley Corman winced at the dean's crude question. "It's not
really the girls I'm concerned about. I'm more concerned with the kind
of man that would take a once innocent child and turn her into some kind
of a wanton ... hussy!"
     Lowell raised a busy eyebrow and Brad saw the slightest sign of a
condescending smirk on his jowly face. "It happens, you know, Reverend
Corman. They don't retain virginity forever. Kids nowadays don't revere
virginity like our generation did. It's only something to get rid of ...
an encumbrance like adenoids ... I'm afraid if you're going to tell your
little charges in the chapel that they have to save it for marriage
you're not going to have too many takers ..."
     He tilted his chair back and looked at the minister in a bemused
fashion.
     "For heaven's sake, Dean. I'm not that naive. I know it happens
all the time but not here at Craven, and it doesn't happen all the time
in public this way with kids not even in their teens putting on
exhibitions ... yes, exhibitions! And there's a reason why it's
happening here, now."
     The minister paused, wiping his forehead, surprised that it was
covered with cold sweat. He hadn't really realized before that this
thing meant so much to him. But he did. He cared about these young girls
at the school, cared what was happening to them. And why didn't the
Dean? What was the matter with him that he seemed so disinterested with
something occurring right under his nose when he was the first citizen
to take on almost any cause in the city.
     The Dean of Craven was staring at him again, his mouth a tight,
grim line. What was the matter with him?
     As the minister stared back, the line softened a little, relaxed,
as if by some great effort of will on the part of the older man. The
steely eyes bored into him again, then they too, softened a little, then
seemed to became almost shifty. What on earth was the matter with him?
He was in charge of the welfare of the girls at his prestigious school
and he was showing no interest whatsoever in investigating the charges
some of which indicating that twelve year old girls were being sodomized
in the school board offices ... merciful heavens! Suddenly, he said,
"Perhaps the police should be alerted to this!"
     A tiny shudder, almost imperceptible, seemed to run up Lowell's
spine. In a split second he regained his composure and had shaken off
whatever shock had hit him. "To what, Reverend?" he asked languidly,
picking up a pencil, tapping it on the desk.
     "Why to pick up the people involved ... especially if it in any
way involves school children."
     "Why should they?"
     "Because if school board offices have been turned into a den of
iniquity, a cesspool of vice and sins against nature ..."
     "Listen, Reverend, I think you're getting a little carried away.
Some crank caller is having this much effect on you? Really, Corman I
think until you have some facts or proof to back up your story you
better forget it. You can't just go around making these allegations
which could turn out to be completely groundless."
     The two men stared at each other once again, for what seemed an
eternity. Corman felt the tension rising, felt the atmosphere thicken
with an uncomfortable tightness. Suddenly, he blurted out, "I'm not
going to stand idly by and watch this happen. I intend to do something
about the immortal souls of these young girls."
     "How do you propose to do that?" Lowell queried.
     "I'll make it my business to go out to the School Board offices to
investigate for myself."
     Lowell smirked and said sarcastically to the minister, "Do you
think these degenerates will allow you into their vice den?"
     "I'll find some way," the minister offered in what he hoped was a
courageous sounding voice.
     Suddenly, Lowell addressed the young minister in a very serious
tone. "Frankly, Reverend Corman, I'm very surprised that you are getting
so excited about an anonymous tip like this. How do you know that the
caller didn't have some reason for spreading this malicious gossip?
Well, you don't. It all makes for a better story when prominent people
are accused of hanky-panky, right or wrong?" Lowell apparently didn't
require an answer because the tirade continued. "I'll tell you another
thing, too. All the people on the board are my friends. You've only been
here a month. I've been here my whole life and these men are as fine a
lot of men as you'll find anywhere." He shook his head dramatically,
pushing his glasses up on his forehead now. "All you've got is a lot of
allegations from someone who didn't even have the courage to identify
himself and I think you should just let this matter drop."
     He shook his head vigorously and dropped his eyes, letting the
minister know that he could leave, that he had nothing more to say and
no intention of listening, either.



                               Chapter 2

     Bradley sat at the kitchen table now with a drink. It was
something he rarely did except on social occasions but he felt he
deserved something after the day he had had and after that erotic dream.
Good grief, had the phone call prompted him to dream in such an
incredibly lewd manner? It was totally sinful to even entertain such
thoughts about his wife.
     He let his thoughts wander back to the allegations and the men
involved. Why did they get involved in something like this that could
ruin them? Were these older men so crazy for sex? He thought of his own
little daughter being involved. For a brief moment he wondered what it
would be like to copulate with a child of twelve ... with your own
daughter. What would it be like? But then the minister pushed the
obscenely vile imagining from his mind.
     He sipped his drink again, felt the soothing oblivion it brought
slipping over him, closed his eyes. When he opened them Julie was
standing in front of him, with a bottle of brandy in her hand.
     Wordlessly, he handed the glass to her. He shook his head. Dear
god, he was a minister and he was just as filled with sinful thoughts as
the men he was trying to expose. Here he had the greatest little wife in
the world, and he was sitting around fantasizing about screwing a baby
no older than his own daughter. It was perverted, sinful!
     Julie poured herself a drink and slid down onto the couch next to
him. She was wearing a pale blue tailored dress that set off the sheen
of her shoulder length straight hair, making it glisten like spun gold.
Although of modest design, it clung to her like a glove, pulling so
tight across the firm mounds of her breasts that he could see the taut,
hard nipples outlined beneath it. With one hand she held her drink up to
his, clicked glasses with him and said, "Here's cheers." Her other hand
was busy smoothing her skirt down over her knees, a perpetual habit of
hers. "Must have been some dream, Brad," she said cheerfully, "the way
you were grunting and groaning in your sleep ..."
     "Last time I crash at eight," he repeated without elaborating on
the dream.
     "Hi Mom, hi Dad," Janice called from the kitchen as she banged in
the back door. "Do we have anything to make a sandwich out of, I'm
starving."
     "There's some leftover meat loaf," Julie said.
     "For heaven's sake, Janice, do you have to go around half-naked?"
her father fumed when she flounced into the room wearing a pair of white
shorts that barely covered the twin half-moons of her buttocks.
     "Oh, dad, I was playing volleyball. What do you think I'm going to
wear, a shroud or something?" She laughed cheekily and whirled around
while Bradley stared at her. She looked so like her mother! Younger of
course and tinier, slimmer. But her face had the same perfect features,
the high cheekbones, the generous mouth, pert nose, that her mother's
had. And her figure was as perfect as the older woman's, too. Her ripe
young firm breasts were smaller, just as round, just as firm. Her hips
and thighs were full, too, but somewhat slimmer than Julie's, more
coltish and her waist was tiny. But it sloped in the same exciting way
to the hips, and the smooth little mounds of her ass-cheeks quivered now
under the miniscule shorts that composed her outfit.
     Julie looked over at her husband. "What on earth is the matter
with you, tonight? You're so testy. Did something happen at school today
or something?"
     The minister waited until his daughter went into the kitchen and
started banging around making her sandwich. "Well, I had a very strange
phone call this morning and when I told the dean about it, he just
brushed it off."
     "I wonder why." Julie's eyes were wide, puzzled.
     "No idea. There's something odd. He didn't show any inclination at
all to have this allegation investigated."
     "What was the phone call about, Brad?"
     "It was about orgies taking place at the old School Board
offices."
     A look of shock, a little shudder of horror passed over her face.
"Orgies?"
     "Yes," Brad's voice was dull, dispirited.
     "How did this anonymous phone caller know about it?"
     "Apparently, he says, he heard it from one of the youngsters
involved ... a kid ... Janice's age ... and the things they were doing
to her ..."
     "What things?" Julie's eyes were wide again, her voice scarcely
more than a whisper.
     "I don't want to talk about it. Julie. It's so sinful. Lewd and
evil, that's all. I can't tell you. You wouldn't want to hear such
disgusting things."
     The minister sat staring across the room. He didn't want to talk
about the things that went on at the School Board offices, but he
couldn't help thinking about them. Once again, he thought of what he'd
heard of a young girl lying on a bed, her slim white thighs spread wide
while some dirty old man ran his fingers along the sensitive skin up
between them, stopped at the little triangle of curly pubic hair, teased
at it, and licked his middle finger towards the glistening hole half
hidden within. Lord, he could almost see it, almost see the lewd
expression on the man's face, as he traced the narrow slit of her cunt,
then stopped to burrow in between the moist warm walls. He could almost
see the leers on the faces of the men watching ... how many would be
there? Five or six? A dozen? He didn't know, but he knew one thing for
sure; he'd like to expose these perverts and prosecute them to the full
extent of the law.
     Did all the men out there stay in the room with the girl and the
man who were copulating so obscenely? Or were they watching through the
two way mirrors that the caller said they had out there? Reverend Corman
had never seen anything remotely like a two way mirror but he'd heard
about such things. Dear god, the whole idea made him practically
violently ill. He got up, started pacing restlessly back and forth, got
himself another drink, and drained it in practically one swallow.
     "Well, if you don't want to," she said.
     "It's not just the story, Julie," he said, shaking his head.
     "Then what?"
     Brad couldn't tell her. Merciful heavens! She was so good and
decent; the kind of wife any man was lucky to have. A wonderful woman,
the very best. How could he talk to her about such depravity, such
filth. She wouldn't even understand. What if he told her about some of
the other things that went on there ... at least, what he had heard ...
the way some men like to lick the pussies of these little girls.
     They would get them on a bed, and spread their legs out, and begin
by running their tongues over the snowy mounds of their round little
breasts, stopping long enough to fasten their mouths on the tiny ruby-
like buds of their throbbing nipples, licking them into a taut erection.
And then they would begin to race the narrow valley between the two firm
spheres, running their tongues the length of it, running them down, too,
over the youngster's slightly swelling belly. It would be a matter of
moments before the man would have his head poised above the little patch
of softly curling pussy hair that lay between her widespread thighs. And
then it would flash forward, and his tongue would dart out, to slip
deeply into the narrow channel there. He couldn't tell Julie that. In
fact, he couldn't even stay in the living room with his wife any longer.
     "I'm. going to sit out in the back yard for a while. You go on to
bed."
     Julie looked puzzled but didn't question her husband even when he
slammed out the back door with the brandy bottle under his arm.
     Corman wandered around his back yard for awhile, then sat down on
the porch swing. He was all alone and it wasn't a cool night. He put his
head in his hands, closing his eyes, trying to set his mind on church
matters instead of the orgies he was certain were taking place even as
he sat here, out at the School Board offices. He tried to concentrate on
his daughter, on his wife, but his mind kept slipping back to the scenes
that were being enacted right that moment.
     Just as in his dream, there was something about the idea that
began to send little ripples of arousal up his spine, to make his balls
ache, his penis jerk and lurch. He tried to think it hadn't happened,
wasn't happening, tried to put the sinful thoughts out of his mind. But
the bulge in his pants was proof that it was physical as well as mental.




The Reverend felt an obscene tingling in his balls as he thought of
innocent young girl's legs spread nakedly in front of the older man who
teased and licked her moistly squirming pussy while dozens of men
watched hungrily!


     The disturbed minister closed his eyes and seemed to see Julie
lying in bed, beneath him. God, he thought, what would she do if he did
anything like that to her ... ran his tongue down over her voluptuous
body, sent it slithering deep inside her ... Holy Father! What was the
matter with him? He was a man of god, his wife was a fine woman, and
they loved each other as decent people should and here he was thinking
about these lewd and forbidden practices that only heathens and anti-
Christians practiced.
     He closed his eyes, clenching his fists, trying to turn his
thoughts to something else. But the image of all the perverted acts
going on up at the School Board refused to disappear. What would it be
like?
     He felt the excitement again, felt the tingling in his balls, the
throbbing there, felt that it would drive him crazy if he stayed there
on the porch swing any longer. He poured himself another drink and
downed it as he had the other ones. He didn't normally drink! What on
earth was the matter with him? The usually mild-mannered minister was
angry at the dean, that was one thing but there was more to it than
that. He dared not mention his lewd thoughts but what he really wanted
to do was to fuck Julie silly, throw her down and fuck her until she
couldn't walk! Do everything to her, too, that he'd never dared to do.
Maybe he was a minister ... but he was a man, too and he wanted to do
things that a man did!
     Wearily, Brad got up from the swing and went into the kitchen
latching the back door. He stumbled a little and for the first time he
realized that he was rather drunk. He turned the light on noticing that
the whole house was by this time in darkness. Julie must be asleep but
he didn't want her asleep. He wanted his wife to be the woman in his
dream earlier that evening.
     He bumped into the bedroom door and he could already feel the
stiff hard bulge of his penis, rigid as an iron rod, pulsing hotly
against the cotton fabric of the pajamas he was still wearing. Well, by
heavens, he was going to sleep in the nude tonight! He pulled off his
bottoms and let them fall to the floor. His desire-hardened cock sprang
forth, suddenly free, jutting out before him. He stood for a minute,
staring first at his throbbing rod of flesh then at the quiet form of
his wife, lying still under the blankets. Her eyes were closed as if she
were asleep and he wondered if she really was.
     "Julie?" he muttered.
     She lay still, eyes closed as tightly as ever. Why did she have to
play dead, tonight of all nights? She'd done it often enough before, he
knew, but he wasn't in the mood for it now. In an uncustomary aggressive
action, he ripped the blankets back off her outstretched body, then
seized the nightgown she wore, jerking it up to her shoulders.
     Her eyes fluttered open, the bewildered look in them changing
quickly to one of fear. "Brad!" she cried. "What are you doing? What do
you want?"
     "What do you think I want?" he shot back. And when she covered her
mouth to stifle a scream, he snapped, "I want to fuck you, that's what I
want!"
     An expression of disgust filtered across her face and she pursed
her lips and turned her head away. "Really, Bradley," she reprimanded
primly. "It's not like you to be so vulgar."
     "That's how I feel."
     "Bradley, you're drunk," Julie said. She slid across the bed right
to the other side. "I think you should sleep on the day bed."
     "I'm going to sleep with my wife and I'm going to fuck her
senseless."
     She gave another little cry of alarm as he lunged forward; seizing
the nightgown again. Suddenly, he flung himself on the bed, hunching
over her, while she cowered against the mattress, trying to burrow into
it as if she 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 3

     Bill Lowell was annoyed. It was a petty kind of annoyance, the
sort of irritation that comes from a pesky mosquito and this little
flying bug wore his collar backwards, the Dean thought wryly. Oh, he
didn't think that the young chaplain posed any kind of a real threat to
their little sex club but it really ticked him off to think that a
little nobody, a minister who had been at Craven for only one month
would even dare to suggest that an investigation of sexual practices be
launched. Why the whole thing was an open secret and it didn't involve
any kind of coercion or rape or any of those things.
     Christ, Reverend Bradley Corman was straight out of the nineteenth
century with his quaint ideas about the kids of today. Why a lot of
those little teenaged nymphets couldn't wait to get it on. These
youngsters didn't want to fuck around with the boys their own age,
either. They wanted men and if the men were able to bestow certain
favors on them so much the better. A lot of the girls found out about
the goings-on up at the School Board and volunteered to be part of the
festivities. Sure, some of them needed a bit of gentle persuasion, the
Dean thought, but for the most part they were ready, willing and able.
     Well, I don't think that crusading chaplain is going to be able to
stir up much interest from other members of the Board but perhaps it
would be a good idea if I did alert some of the old boys, he thought.
Especially, as tonight a transfer student at the school was going to
come to the offices and uh ... perform. The poor kid needed to pay for
dancing lessons and she was talented. The members of the board would be
more than happy to pay for the fourteen year old girl's lessons in
exchange for certain, uh ... favors...
     The Dean had seen the girl in the hall a couple of times and he
had made a point of making the youngster seem welcome at Craven and had
spoken to her in a fatherly tone. When he'd seen her earlier today, he'd
invited her to a performance. The girl's name was Marilee and although
the Dean suspected that she was more in the know than she let on, he
didn't think that the kid realized that she was going to be the
performance.
     Well, there'd be an exhibition, all right. And it was going to be
live. And little Marilee what's-her-name was going to be the star. Dean
William Lowell licked his lips lasciviously at the thought, then bent
his head over his desk.

                             *     *     *

     Arlene Lowell was dressing when the Dean arrived home.
     "Dinner ready?" he asked.
     "What am I a goddamn cook or something?" she snapped, admiring
herself in the mirror and dabbing some perfume behind her ears. "I'm
just on my way out, I don't have time to cook."
     Lowell sighed. He was a big man all over town and with everyone
except his wife. Arlene was always going somewhere and the Dean
suspected it was often with some pretty rough company. Their marriage
had disintegrated to the point where it almost seemed a nuisance to get
a divorce so she continued with her affairs and he continued with his
little pursuits with young girls. Once in a while she would involve
herself in one of his activities if it seemed sufficiently sordid or
amused her in some way but for the most part she was content to go her
own way.
     Arlene knew that Bill would probably have stayed home if she were
interested in being a model wife. But she wasn't, not by a long shot.
Why there were still cocks in the town she hadn't tasted and she
certainly wasn't going to get her full share sitting on her butt and
waiting for her husband to come home. She had her own allowance from her
father's estate so she didn't have to feel guilty about not providing
any services for her husband. He was a big boy. He could fend for
himself as far as she was concerned.
     Bill found a cold chicken leg in the refrigerator and made himself
a sandwich wishing that he was sitting down to a home-cooked meal for a
change. He couldn't remember the last time Arlene had prepared anything.
It wasn't that he couldn't afford to go out for a meal but somehow
eating in restaurants all the time was not the same.
     He heard the door slam and knew that Arlene had gone off to meet
her latest paramour. Probably some farm worker or unemployed dishwasher,
he thought with disgust ...
     Lowell quickly showered and changed his clothes and drove over to
the School Board building. The building was on a small estate and there
were iron gates at the entrance. He hopped out of the car and turned the
key in the lock and drove right up on the circular drive.
     "Evening, Mr. Lowell," the caretaker Jud Farber greeted him.
     "Hi, Jud, any of the others here yet?"
     "They're upstairs. I'll get Milly to get them."
     The Dean waited in the office that was now converted into a bar
for the other members of the board to come down. He had decided to tell
them about Corman. He didn't think it was any big deal but he felt they
had a right to know. Anyway, another plan was forming in his mind. He
was going to fix Reverend Uptight and fix him good. He'd make sure that
the bastard kept his nose in the Bible where it belonged, not in the
lives of others. God, he couldn't see what the sense of having a
chaplain was anyway. No one at the school was religious in any way in
fact, they were more atheistic if anything. It was really just for
form's sake that they had anyone and up to this minister they had all
taken a back seat and kept their noses out of school business. It was up
to Lowell to make sure that he did. He was not about to change his life
for this jerk's misguided morals.
     "Hey guys," Lowell greeted Mitch Bryant and Dave Hudson as the two
men strolled into the bar. Both men were in their fifties and exuded a
cool demeanor that suggested power.
     "What's up, Bill?" Dave said.
     "I hope nothing, yet," the Dean said. "We could have a little
problem though with that new chaplain we have over at Craven. It seems
some anonymous caller ... probably some asshole who didn't get his rocks
off ... told him about our little happenings up here and he's all gung-
ho to do an investigation of some sort."
     "Christ, there's always some do-gooder throwing a monkey wrench in
the works," Mitch muttered.
     "Maybe not," Lowell paused here for effect. "Maybe we're going to
throw the first monkey wrench."
     "What are you talking about?" Dave asked.
     "On occasion my wife speaks to me and I've decided to enlist her
aid in my little plot." The two men snickered at Lowell's comment about
his wife for Arlene's exploits were well known in the small town.
"Arlene doesn't know it yet but she's going to seduce the Reverend's
wife and he's going to watch the whole thing. He'll be our invited
guest. With a bit of luck we can get his daughter up here too."
     "Jesus! You don't leave any loose ends do you?" Dave said
whistling under his breath at the audacity of the Dean.
     "Look, I don't have to put up with any little snot-nosed member of
the god squad coming on to me about my sexual preferences. At first, I
was almost amused by his righteous indignation but then I got riled and
I'm going to get the little bastard. No one interferes in my business.
I've got too much at stake here."
     A few other men came in, all old friends of the men still sitting
at the bar. They ordered drinks, finished them and ordered more. At one
time or another all the men present had been either on or associated
with in some way, the School Board. Some of them were retired principals
and administrators and it was obvious that the older men were becoming
impatient. Finally, a really old man croaked up. "Aren't we havin' a
show tonight?"
     "It could be going on right now, Jay," the Dean spoke up. "Let's
go up to the conference room and take a peek." He led the others from
the bar and into a darkened room. They seated themselves around a table
and Lowell pressed a button. Almost at once the mirror on the wall lit
up, and then, as they watched, they saw the room behind it light up,
too. Everything was as clear in front of them as if they were in the
same room.
     Dave Hudson was talking to a young girl ... Marilee what's-her-
name ... who was nursing a drink she held in the glass between her
hands. At his urging she finished it, and then took the cigarette he
handed her. They seemed to be in deep discussion although from the other
side of the mirror the voyeurs could not hear what was being said. The
girl inhaled a few times and it was obvious she was not used to smoking
for she coughed a couple of times.
     "Come on, Dave" Mitch urged even though his cohort couldn't hear
him. "Get the kid naked." He licked his lips in anticipation of seeing
the young girl naked standing before the mirror, unaware that she was
performing for an audience.
     Even though the fourteen year old girl had not taken off a stitch,
spirits were high in the conference room and breathing began to get
labored as the men prepared for what they thought would be an
interesting show.
     For a time they were silent, watching with rapt attention as
Hudson spoke rapidly to the girl, gesticulating with one hand while with
the other he pointed to a bed behind her. The girl seemed to understand
only slowly in her half stoned state. And then it dawned on her that she
was supposed to be nude. With a smile of comprehension, and a little
flick of her head, she grasped the hem of the tartan school uniform she
wore and slowly pulled it upwards.
     Watching, Mitch Bryant sucked in his breath, then let it out with
a long, low whistle as the girl's slim, tapering legs were fully
exposed, and then her tight, well-rounded thighs. At the sight of her
voluptuous torso, even Bill Lowell emitted a little groan of pleasure.
She's luscious, he thought but so is the Reverend's wife and it's not
going to be long before I have her squirming under my cock!
     Now Marilee reached behind her back, to quickly unhook the
restraining band of her bra. It fell to the carpeted floor at her feet,
and her firm ripe breasts were revealed to the watching men, the turgid
nipples standing out on the two snowy-white mounds. She turned now,
bending over slowly, and began to draw the thin wisp of her sheer nylon
panties down over her curved hips and buttocks. They slid sensuously
down over her smooth thighs, over her full, firm calves to her feet and
she stepped out of them, pushing them aside with a quick little kick.
     The youngster turned towards Dave again, her lust-inciting
nakedness completely exposed from the smooth half-spheres of her high,
proud breasts to the soft dark patch of sparsely curling pubic hair
nestling between her tightly closed thighs.
     She hesitated just a second, and then, at a command from him,
moved towards the older man. His massive hands slipped around her waist,
and he drew her tight against him, and then he slid his hands down to
encompass the full rounded flesh of her buttocks. He began to massage
them, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh, drawing his fingers along
the satin-smooth skin until tiny red welts appeared. The intensity made
the girl wince, then draw closer to him in her effort to escape,
pressing her pelvis tighter against the rising bulge beneath his pants,
now lurching and jerking visibly.
     Dave flicked a finger out to find the narrow crevice between the
child's ass cheeks, to insinuate it along the slit, while his thumbs
pulled the twin half moons apart, exposing the tiny puckered hole of her
anus to the leering watchers on the other side of the mirror. The cool
air wafted across the tiny opening, teasing and tantalizing it, and now
the girl began to grind her hips against Dave's throbbing cock as the
pleasure of his stroking fingers overcame the discomfort.




The older man lewdly spread apart the young girl's defenseless
asscheeks, exposing the tiny puckered hole of her anus to the crowd of
excitedly gasping men!


     If the Reverend could just see this little innocent now, the Dean
thought, as he watched Dave. His fingers coursed again over the silky
smooth softness of the youngster's flesh, then still holding her
buttocks firmly with one hand, he slid the other the length of her body
almost to the shoulders, so that the plump, rounded spheres of her
breasts were crushed against his chest, the taut little nipples biting
into his chest like hard little bullets.
     Across in the conference room, the voyeuristic members of the
School Board chortled gleefully, their eyes fastened on the obscene
spectacle of the young girl being lewdly deflowered by their lecherous
old cohort.
     "Christ," Mitch moaned. "She can't be more'n sixteen can she ...
must be tight as a pipe."
     "Fourteen," Lowell corrected and Mitch began stroking himself at
the thought of what he was going to do to the child forty years his
junior!
     "Look at her tits ... shit, why doesn't Dave start sucking'!"
     The men stopped talking and stared in silence as Dave's huge hand
cupped the full rounded ripeness of Marilee's right breast, squeezing it
until the girl's mouth opened with an evident, obvious gasp. Someone had
found the other button now and suddenly the voyeurs had sound too!
     The child's moans of pleasure/pain came to them clearly as Dave,
still not satisfied, commenced to pinch the small rubbery nipple between
his thumb and forefinger, rolling it tightly between them. Suddenly, he
thrust his head forward and his tongue shot out, swirling around the
taut little bud, licking it lasciviously before his mouth closed over
it. He sucked on the quivering bud as if it were some sweet little bon
bon of which he could never get his fill, while his hand reached out to
the nipple of her other breast, to tweak and twist it, too, into a
throbbing erection.
     Abruptly, he lifted his head, tossed it backwards, and then with
an equally brusque movement, threw it forward again, to fasten his mouth
harshly on her warm, moist lips. His flicking tongue pressed cruelly
against them, forcing them open, slipping between her clenched teeth, to
seek shelter in the deep cavern of her mouth, slithering in almost to
her throat. Marilee, gasping for breath now, began to struggle against
the older man, fighting for some fresh air.
     She broke free at last, gulping for oxygen, her voluptuous young
body trembling visibly. Hudson ran his hands down the sides of her naked
body, then up again, rounding them over the luscious flare of her hips
for a moment, and on to her slim waist. She stood still, trembling
again, her eyes wide and round, like those of a young fawn, not quite
sure, not quite confident, unable to decide whether this was a friend or
a hunter.
     Before she could come to a decision, she felt herself lifting off
the floor. She was scooped up in Hudson's powerful arms, cradled there a
moment like an infant. And then, with two huge strides, he crossed the
room, and placed her on the bed. Again her eyes opened wide in partial
bewilderment, while Dave stared down at the luscious form laid out
before him. What he wanted to do was to fuck this kid so that she would
never forget.
     He continued staring down at her, feeling the churning in his
loins, the ache that spread through his now rigid penis, the fire
beginning to burn in his tender, lust-bloated balls. Jesus Christ, these
little schoolgirls nearly drove him out of his mind. When he saw all
those little girls over at Craven with their little tartan uniforms he
nearly flipped his cookies. He had to restrain himself from jumping on
them in the schoolyard!
     "Spread your legs!" he grunted at her suddenly, and she looked up
at him, uncertain, the eyes wide again and soft as velvet. "Open your
legs!" he repeated, his voice harsh with lust.
     Suddenly, he lunged forward, grabbing her thighs, opening them
wide until the fleshy coral lips of her vagina were exposed to his
lustful gaze. He dropped to the bed beside her and his hand slipped up
and down the soft smooth flesh of her inner thigh, brushing to the peak,
to touch with tantalizing lightness her soft, delicate young pussy.
Marilee's eyelids fluttered gently over her big brown eyes and she lay
back, her lovely child's body aching with pleasure, as she began to emit
little gurgling sounds that indicated her arousal.
     "Shit! Can you hear her!" Lowell mumbled to still another old
codger who had joined the group watching the school girl as she
submitted without protest to Hudson's ministrations. "She's a cherry and
that's for sure." He beamed in satisfaction at the lewd spectacle, then
turned back to watch; Dave's thick middle finger was tracing the thin
furrowed line of Marilee's naked cunt, and then he slowly insinuated it
deeper and deeper inside her moist vaginal lips while she squirmed
beneath him, moaning quietly.
     She began to grind her buttocks down into the mattress, while his
finger teased the moist sensitive slit of her pussy, gently probing it,
parting the soft pubic hair that covered her little mound. It played for
a moment there, then searched out and found the tiny throbbing bud of
her clitoris, massaged it gently until it seemed to spring to quivering
life of its own. She moaned again, and then the moans turned to soft,
half-hushed whimpers as Dave's hand curled under her pinkly glistening
pussy to part the fleshy cunt-lips. His middle finger traced the narrow
hair-lined slit once more, then found the moist little hole hidden
within.
     With a quick flick of his wrist, he shoved his middle finger deep
between the throbbing pink pussy flesh, skewering it deep into the
narrow cuntal passage. She jerked as he rotated it around inside,
teasing the wet, sensitive walls, then gasped out a little moan of
surrender to the lascivious plundering of her young, newly ripened body.
     In the conference room where once the august members of the School
Board had sat discussing problems of the district, the same members sat
watching the lewd tableau behind the two-way mirror. Suddenly, the Dean
grew impatient. "Why doesn't Dave ram it to her? Shit, that little kid
in there is dying for it!"
     Harlan Dryer who had once been on the faculty of Billings college
down the road from Craven Girls School spun around to stare at Dean
Lowell. "Shit, if he isn't ready to fuck her," he advised, his hand
indicating the bulge in the front of his pants, "then I will!" He began
to unbuckle his belt, letting it hang open, then quickly unzipped his
fly. He had started to pull his pants off when Matt Connors put his hand
on his shoulder.
     "Wait on," he said. "Get a load of that."
     All the men that were voyeuristically observing the proceedings
turned to stare into the other room again, and now they saw that Hudson
had stood up and was struggling out of his clothes. The metallic rasp of
his zipper signaled release of his cock and there was a rustling sound
as his shirt and then his suit pants fell to the floor, followed by his
boxer shorts. His thick, hard penis sprang out, jutting from the coarse
gray hair of his loins and his hand reached down to grasp it, massaging
it lewdly, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the hard, blood-
filled head.
     He knelt up between the young schoolgirl's legs now, spreading her
thighs wide apart until the poor child was afraid she would split down
the middle. He seized her ankles, levering her legs up off the bed,
until her knees were bent back almost to her shoulders. The glistening,
flattened place of the young girl's glistening cunt was presented to
Hudson's lust-filled eyes, as well as to those of the group of men
watching. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder, a look of triumph,
and then aimed his thick, hard cock straight at the moistly pulsating
slit.
     "Do it! Fuck the kid for Christ's sake!" someone in the outer room
called, his voice hoarse with his own excitement, while another voice
chimed in with, "yeah, shove it in the kid's cunt!"
     Harlan Dryer, half-stripped, suddenly howled. "Jesus Christ, he
needs some help and I'm going to volunteer my services," he added,
crossing the conference room and going out, pulling at the zipper of his
fly and closing the door at the same time. Seconds later, he too, could
be seen through the two-way mirror, pulling off the remainder of his
clothes as he approached the bed while Marilee lay, her arms clasped
around Hudson's neck, now as she pulled his strong, athletic body down
upon her own.
     Dave dropped on her twisting figure with a sudden crash, crushing
the soft resilient flesh of her heaving breasts tightly back onto her
chest. The large bulbous head of his lust-hardened cock parted her
sparse dark pussy hair as he pressed forward against the elastic
throbbings of her cunt. He pressed forward again, and suddenly the tight
little virginal maidenhead gave way and the blood-congested head of his
cock slipped wetly up inside with a quick, rushing sound.
     The old man pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all
his strength and the heavy shaft of flesh speared deeply into the girl's
slowly yielding cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting waves
of moist flesh before it until at once his pelvis smacked against her
nakedly upturned buttocks while his balls slapped lewdly into the wet
crevice of her buttocks.
     "Shit! Look at the old bastard go! He must of taken his Vitamin E
this morning!" Lowell exclaimed on the other side of the mirror. He let
out a low, lewd whistle as he saw the man begin to piston in and out,
his rock-hard penis sinking into the hilt on each forward thrust. And
then he caught sight of Harlan Dryer, Hudson's friend in the other room
now, crossing it in giant steps as he approached the bed, shedding his
clothes as he went.
     At the edge of it he paused, letting his pants slide down to the
floor, pulling off his cotton undershorts, stepping out of them, too. He
stood there a minute, his giant cock jutting out straight in front of
him, like the lance of a sword. And then he knelt over Marilee's
stretched body, his legs straddling her shoulders. He began to stroke
his rigid member, then suddenly rasped at the girl, now thrashing on the
bed in abandoned ecstasy.
     "Do it, baby! Suck me off!"




"Ooooh! Ooooohhhhh! Fuck my little pussy just like that with your huge
cock!! ... stick your finger into my asshole ... oooooohhhh!!!" the
fourteen year old virgin screamed passionately as another man prepared
to thrust his lewdly erect cock deep inside her widely gasping mouth!


     Without a murmur, she opened her lips wide to receive the top of
the desire-stiffened cock, then closed her mouth around it, clasping it,
sucking it in, her cheeks hollowing as she did so. Dryer arched his
back, withdrawing his thick, piston-like rod, then with a sharp, sudden
motion, sent it deep inside the girl's lewdly ovalled mouth, thrusting
it back almost to her throat. She gasped at the violence of the
movement, then fought for breath.
     Marilee caught it as he withdrew, and then he began to spear in
and out of her mouth, the dark hairs around the thick base of his cock
grazing her lips, while his pendulous balls swung back and forth against
her chin, slapping it rhythmically. She reached up and found the two
heavy, sperm-bloated spheres, and took them in her slim hand, running
her fingers over the smooth hair-covered face.
     She slipped her hand further down, her fingers curling around his
thickly burgeoning cock, her fingernails tickling the base of it, as he
withdrew it on the backstroke, then releasing it again as he rammed it
deep between her widely rounded lips.
     Hudson, fucking below into her warmly clasping vagina, slipped his
own hand beneath her softly undulating buttocks, stroking them and
kneading them. His middle finger sought the tiny puckered hole of her
tight-ringed asshole, digging cruelly into it while the girl jerked
beneath him at the sudden intrusion. He rammed his thickly pulsing cock
hard in and out now, quickening his strokes, and lengthening them, too,
until he could feel his penis crash against the smooth cushion-tip of
her cervix, then withdrawing it almost to the tip, to send it hurtling
in again. He was breathing heavily as he slaved above her, and then he
felt the boiling sperm building up in his lust-bloated balls.
     He stole a peek at his colleague, and saw from his contorted face
that his balls, too, were almost ready to shoot, his loins ready to
split from the sheer ecstasy of fucking this innocent young virginal
schoolgirl. He groaned above her, seemed to hover for a moment suspended
in space, then shuddered uncontrollably as suddenly the hot waves of his
sperm shot deep into her receptive womb, filling her to overflowing with
its milky whiteness. It began to seep down her narrow cuntal channel,
flooding over the soft smoothness of her inner thighs, and then on
between the cheeks of her firmly rounded ass.
     As Dave groaned out his final climax, Harlan's grating shriek
filled the room, and his balls, too, exploded, shooting their load of
thick white semen into the soft warm cavern of Marilee's widely ovalled
mouth.
     She gulped and swallowed the churning liquid that seemed to spurt
forth endlessly, licking hungrily at the few drops that spilled from the
corner of it. And then, she too began to moan, her body contracted in
her own beginning orgasm as she felt the moist juices gush from the
tingling walls of her cunt, and the youngster's voice rang out in a
scream of wild abandon.
     "Oooooohhh ... aaaaaahhh ... it's happening ... aaahhh ... I'MMM
... CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!"
     A spasm shook her voluptuous young body, and then a near inhuman
wail rang out as she screwed herself up into Dave's cock, the hot moist
walls of her cunt clinging to his insanely climaxing cock, clasping it,
milking it.
     And then the child exhaled, and collapsed limply under his body.
She lay there, satiated, as the two men withdrew their limp, flaccid
cocks ... one from her mouth, the other from her newly deflowered cunt
... and rolled over beside her.
     In the conference room the voyeurs were satisfied. They had had a
good show. Dean Lowell switched off the light and the room was plunged
into darkness.



                               Chapter 4

     Rudy Creighton was the athletic instructor at the Craven School
for Girls. It was a job that suited the thirty year old man to a tee. He
really wasn't much for responsibilities or anything too serious and the
young girls that he taught sports to were an added bonus. Rudy was one
of those boy/men who never seemed to want to or be able to communicate
with a woman over the age of twenty. Although he had already had his
thirtieth birthday, Rudy not only looked younger but sometimes appeared
to have the mentality and boyish exuberance of a sixteen year old.
     He was a favorite, of course, with all the girls in the physical
education classes and many of them had crushes on the handsome
instructor. Rudy was not above taking many of these vulnerable
youngsters back to the equipment room after classes and teaching them
sexual games. He had his eye on a new youngster this term though. She
was only thirteen but she was gorgeous. Too bad she's the chaplain's
daughter, he thought. The young jock did not want to involve himself in
anything as complicated as that.
     So when the Dean of Craven had summoned him to the office and
practically ordered him to deflower the young Janice Corman, he had
nearly flipped. The athletic thirty-year old knew it wasn't going to be
difficult. Janice already had a big crush on him and she turned up for
every single game just for the chance of seeing him. Rudy knew that it
would be literally like taking candy from a baby to suggest that she
help him put away equipment after the volleyball game and then ... he'd
give her a ride home ... well, maybe not directly home ... and then
Lowell wanted him to take her up to the School Board building. Creighton
wasn't quite sure what was supposed to happen from there but he gathered
from his talk with the Dean that he was plenty pissed off at the new
chaplain for something.
     The guy must have stepped out of line and starting sticking his
nose in where it wasn't wanted, Rudy guessed correctly. From five years
at Craven he knew that the Dean tolerated absolutely no interference in
anything he wanted to do. That was fine with Rudy. He kept his nose
clean. His wants were simple ... just some little girl pussy after class
... getting his cock sucked by his young student admirers ... It was a
good life for the gym instructor and he didn't intend to mess it up.

                             *     *     *

     Looking at the girl standing across the net, Rudy grinned
lecherously. He didn't blame the Dean for having something in mind for
this kid. She was fabulous; at thirteen she was still growing. Already,
she had blossomed from the first time he had first laid eyes on her.
When her father first came up to Craven for the interview his daughter
had accompanied him and she was really still a child ... scrawny and
long-legged ... and flat as an ironing board but she had really bloomed
since then.
     Shit, now her little titties were sticking right out in front of
her t-shirt, all round and trim and plump, and just the right size to
fit into one of his hands. The twin half-moons of her ass-cheeks swayed
provocatively, as she jumped up for the ball and her shorts sometimes
caught in the crack between her buttocks. Beneath her shorts he could
see the narrow legband of her flimsy white panties, and he wondered just
how long it would take him before he would be slipping his hand under
them, parting the soft little curls of pussy hair between her legs,
slipping his middle finger into the moist little channel of her cunt.
     It wouldn't take too long. He was a teacher and she was a thirteen
year old kid with a big crush on him and he would have her begging for
his cock. That was a fact. Janice Corman wouldn't be the first one of
his teenaged students he would have deflowered and she certainly
wouldn't be the last. But he was sure going to enjoy this one. So young
and so beautiful and so innocent.
     Janice was just turning into the locker room when Rudy called out.
"Janice, can you help me put the balls away, please?"
     "Sure Mr. Creighton," she answered immediately pleased to be
singled out to help the teacher.
     "I'll give you a ride home afterwards," he offered as he handed
her a couple of nets to fold ...
     Janice climbed into the car beside him, pulling her school uniform
down over her knees. She shuffled her school books on her lap and then
as the car shot off, racing around the corner of the Craven driveway,
she turned to look at Mr. Creighton. A little thrill of excitement went
through her; he was so gorgeous ... just like one of those Olympic
athletes she had watched on television. He wasn't like a regular teacher
at all. And there was a certain expression on his handsome face ... the
way his lips turned up at the corners when he looked directly at her,
the gleam in his heavy-lidded eyes as he glanced her way ... that sent
little chills marching up and down her spine.
     She wasn't allowed to date. Her father was very strict and she was
only thirteen but she pretended that that was what this was ... a date
with Mr. Creighton. Sometimes she'd dream of dating a man like Mr.
Creighton, someone who was sophisticated, who'd been around alot. Oh,
even through it was only a ride home, it was thrilling.
     Reverend Corman had instilled in his daughter the importance of
retaining her virginity for the man she married and this was somewhat of
a conflict for the beautiful young thirteen year old. There had been
times, lying in bed at night, before she'd drifted off to sleep, when
she had wondered what it would be like to be with a boy that way. She
had even imagined herself letting a boy do the things to her that some
of the other girls let them do, like taking her clothes off, and then
running their hands up and down her smooth, young body, making it tingle
with delight. Or letting them cup her soft, resilient breasts in their
strong hands, even teasing and tweaking the nipples until they stood
upright in taut, quivering buds.
     The blonde youngster tried to brush such thoughts from her mind,
knowing that she would never actually let any boy do that to her. But
sometimes the thought persisted, and she had even wondered what it would
be like to lie back on a bed or a couch somewhere or even in a car,
parked in some dark spot near the lake, perhaps to lie there, her body
unresisting while he spread her legs and ran his hand up and down the
soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. And what if his hand actually
reached the tiny triangle of her newborn womanhood, and burrowed into
the soft, sparse hair that covered her little pussy? What if his fingers
reached and stroked the pink, fleshy lips of her cunt?
     Even if she let him get that far, would she let him go farther?
No, never, she had told herself firmly. Yet she couldn't help thinking
of what he might do. He might unzip his fly and take out his bulging
penis. He might place it there in her damp, and it always got damp when
she thought about such things, hair-lined slit, and then maneuver it
around until the blood-swollen bulbous head was poised at the very
entrance of her still unplundered cuntal channel.
     What would happen next? What if he pushed forward, pushing the
stiff prick through the tight resisting muscles that guarded the tiny
glistening hole, pressing it into the narrow, velvety channel, deeper
and deeper until it filled leer belly with its hardness, making her
tingle and tremble too, with its throbbing presence?
     God forgive me! How sinful she was for leaving these immodest
thoughts! Her father would not approve of such indecent and impure
musings. But yet she had been unable to help herself. Now, sitting in
the car with Mr. Creighton, the vague memories of her lewd thoughts came
back to her, almost making her blush. She tried to push them out of her
mind, as she had tried before, tried to think of something clever to say
to the gym teacher who was now looking at her with a strange expression.
She tried to remember some interesting tidbit of conversation that she
could discuss with her teacher.
     She searched frantically for something to say that might impress
on Mr. Creighton how sophisticated she was. "Do you like teaching gym?"
she asked and then instantly felt foolish for asking such an inane
question.
     "Yes," Rudy answered, with a broad grin at her. He shot her an
admiring glance, his eyes roving up and down her voluptuous young body
that the tartan school uniform could not hide. "Especially when I have
beautiful young ladies like you in my class."
     Janice blushed furiously.
     Suddenly he stretched an arm out, encircling her waist, drawing
her to him so that her thigh brushed against his. "Come on over and sit
close to me, Janice."
     A little thrill of involuntary pleasure rippled through Janice at
the electric contact of the teacher's body against hers. Hastily, she
tried to suppress it, squirming away from him. But he held her tight
imprisoned in his muscular arm. "Mr. Creighton, please ... let me go!"
     "Gotcha now!"
     Thinking he was just playing a little friendly game with her, she
decided to be coy. "But, Mr. Creighton, I'm probably a faster runner
than you are."
     Rudy threw his head back and laughed loudly.
     Janice tried to think of something else to say.
     She watched the road as it unwound behind them, the streets of the
small town. She was still a little excited, a little thrilled at the
idea of even being driven home by the athletic coach, one who had been
around so much more than she and it made her tongue-tied.
     "That's my street there," she said.
     "Oh, I thought we'd go down by the beach," he said.
     She looked at him, an expression of surprise on her face. "I
thought you were driving me right home."
     Well you thought wrong, he thought. I might drive you but it's not
going to be home! To the youngster he merely said. "It's still warm,
we'll go down and check it out."
     "Gee, Mr. Creighton, I don't have my bikini or anything maybe I
should go home if we're going swimming."
     "Oh no, that's not necessary." We sure don't need swimsuits for
what we're going to do. His eyes roved over her again, undressing her.
     "You know, Janice, I've been watching you in class. I like you.
You learn fast. You're a smart kid and a pretty one too."
     "Thank you ..." the girl stammered.
     The teacher's arm had slacked around his pupil's waist before. Now
to emphasize his point he tightened his grip, pulling her close to him
with a powerful twist of his wrist. He dropped his hand to her knee,
then began to trace the length of her thigh, teasingly. His fingers
slipped around to the smooth, soft skin of the inner surface, traced
that once again.
     Once more, a little thrill of involuntary, unwanted pleasure raced
through her blood. Gosh, what was happening to her? Whatever it was she
was sure that her father would disapprove of it!
     "Please, Mr. Creighton ..."
     "Why, baby?"
     "Because," Janice said, "it's not right ..."
     "We're friends aren't we, Janice?" the teacher asked.
     She nodded, thinking about it. "Yes," she said at last.
     "Well, what are friends for if they don't show affection for one
another. I'm just trying to show you how much I like you, Janice. I
really want to show you ..."
     "I don't think ..."
     "Get close to me!" His voice was cold now, the boyish grin was
long gone and his eyes looked evil. They sent a cold chill through the
chaplain's daughter's blood. She shook her head. "Take me home, Mr.
Creighton."
     "Get your ass over here, Janice."
     "I want to go home!" There was something weird about Mr. Creighton
and she couldn't figure out what it was. He wanted to do something to
her and why was he taking her to the beach? She was sorry she'd accepted
his offer of a ride home now. They were a long way from her house and
the town. Well, she wouldn't stay here and that was that.
     "Mr. Creighton, please take me home!"
     He shook his head. "Don't be silly." His arm tightened around her,
and he pulled her up against him, crushing her tender young breasts
against his chest. Suddenly, his hot, hungry mouth was fastened
demandingly over her moist lips, his tongue darting out to force them
open, to push its way past her clenched teeth and into the soft warm
cavern. She struggled against him, gasping for breath, close to
suffocating as his tongue brushed almost against her throat.
     The thirteen year old squirmed and writhed against him, and then
with a desperate wrench freed herself, panting with the effort, still
gasping for breath. Her eyes filled with tears that spilled down her
flushed cheeks. She brushed them away angrily and slid towards the door.
Her fingers had curled around the handle before Rudy caught her slim
wrist in his own powerful one, and pushed her back against the seat,
pinning her to it.
     "What do you think you're doing?" he asked amused.
     "I'm going home," she said, "Even if I have to walk."
     Rudy bellowed with laughter. "From here? Do you know where you
are?"
     Janice looked around her. The car was parked at the edge of the
water but she'd only been in the area for one month and was not really
familiar with her surroundings. She really was at a loss as to where she
was.
     She shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
What, on earth was the matter with her? Wasn't she being silly? Just
because one of her teachers wanted to drive up to the beach and park
there for awhile wasn't any reason to act as if here a criminal or
something, was it? Certainly not if the man was Mr. Creighton. She could
reason with him, couldn't she?
     She turned to him, trying to think of something to say. But before
she could he asked, "What are you afraid of?"
     "I'm not sure," she answered truthfully.
     "What do you think I'm going to do to you?"
     She managed a little grin, "Nothing, I guess, are you, Mr.
Creighton?"
     "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to," Rudy said
staring at her with lust-filled eyes.
     "Well, I don't want to stay here," she said, "so kindly take me
home, right now."
     "Look, kid," he suddenly snapped at her. "Cut this childish shit.
You're not dumb. You know what you want and I know what you want and you
know what I want. And I'm going to get it, too."
     With a quick movement, he grasped her by the shoulder, fingers
sinking into the soft flesh. A moment later, his other hand slipped down
the front of her tartan school uniform, and then edged its way under the
sheer fabric of her little bra. Cupping the snowy mound of her ripe
young breast, he began to massage it with a teasing circular motion.
     Janice arched backward at the electric contact of his fingers, and
a little shock of unexpected pleasure whipped through her blood.
"Don't," she pleaded helplessly, but Rudy ignored her pleas, pinching
the tender button of one ruby nipple between his thumb and forefinger
now, tweaking it until it quivered into a taut erection.
     "How's that?" he taunted her.
     Janice, fighting to hold back the tears that welled up, clamped
her lips tight shut, refusing to answer.
     "Come on, Janice, do you like it?"
     This time the girl managed to stammer. "Yes ... oh god, yes!"
     "And you'll like it better with your clothes off."
     The gym instructor reached around behind her, drawing the zipper
of her dress down, to her waist, then sliding the soft material down
over her shoulders, letting it fall, bunched, around her hips. In his
mounting excitement, he let his hands roam over her back, bare now from
the shoulders down, then slid one under the narrow strap of her bra.
"Take this off," he ordered.
     Janice tried to reach behind her, to unhook the tiny clasps that
held the wisp of lace and nylon closed, fumbling clumsily with fear-
stiffened fingers. "I... I can't," she whimpered as the bit of cloth
seemed to slide from her hand.
     "Then I will," Rudy said. His own fingers worked expertly at the
fastening until suddenly it snapped apart and her full young breasts
fell free. With a little grunt, he pulled the skimpy brassiere from
around her body, wadded it into a ball and tossed it into the back of
the car.
     Janice gasped as a rush of cool air swept across her trembling
breasts, now completely exposed to the older man beside her. Then she
felt his two hands cup them, enclosing them hotly, while he squeezed and
kneaded them, making her nipples hard and upright. He rubbed the two
tiny buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a new wave of
delicious excitement surging through her still resisting body, making
her gasp again, this time with surprised pleasure.
     He flicked his head forward, now and his mouth closed over one
taut, tiny nipple. He began to suck on it with tantalizing delicacy,
swirling his tongue maddeningly around the stiff little mound. The
pressure of his mouth increased, and he sucked hungrily, now, his teeth
nipping gently at the tender flesh.
     "No ... don't ... stop it!" the youngster whimpered. This was a
sin! It was wrong ... merciful heaven ... an impure evil act! And yet
little flashes of wanton desire began to rip through her body, making
her tingle and tremble with expectation. Her body seemed to come alive,
to take fire with the new and thrilling sensation it was being subjected
to, and she moaned aloud in her distress. "No ... Mr. Creighton ...
stop," she whimpered again, making a final effort to push Rudy away from
her quivering body. And then she sat still, her torso braced against the
back of the seat, while Rudy trailed his tongue down the narrow valley
between the youthfully swelling mounds of her breasts, then fastened his
mouth on the other nipple, sucking that, too, into throbbing hardness.
     His hands began to trace the smooth length of her bare midriff,
down to the top of her nylon panties and back again. Suddenly, with a
quick impatient gesture, he hooked his fingers into the narrow elastic
waistband at the top of her little panties, stretching the flimsy
material wide to let his hand slip down beneath it. It crawled down over
her flat little belly to the patch of sparse golden curls at the base of
it, probed teasingly at the warm, moist slit of her vagina, trailed
along the narrow crevice there, then suddenly slipped around beneath her
to cup one firmly rounded ass-cheek.
     As abruptly as he had slipped his hand beneath her panties, he
withdrew it. And then, with a swift movement, he lifted her buttocks
from the seat of the car with one hand, while his other slid her bunched
and crinkled uniform beneath them, pulling it down over the full curves
of her thighs, down over her slim legs and ankles to the floor boards.
     It fell in a pathetic little heap there, and he reached over to
pick it up and toss it, like her bra, over the seat, into the back of
the car. With another swift movement, he grasped the tight waistband of
her panties, peeled them down to the half-moons of her buttocks now
grinding desperately down into the car seat. "Lift up." He ordered,
trying again to slip his hand beneath her. But Janice only stared at him
wide-eyed, mesmerized at the idea of being stripped of her school
uniform in this way, of having her naked body exposed to his lewd gaze.
     "Come on, lift up!" he repeated. And when she still made no move,
he yanked at the silky material pushing her into it.
     Again Rudy's hand trailed across the soft smooth skin of her
belly, down to the little patch of pubic hair between her legs. She held
her breath. as his middle finger teased thrillingly at the warm, moist
slit there, then slipped along it until it found the tiny, throbbing bud
of her clitoris.
     The unaccustomed touch sent wild shocks of maddening pleasure
whipping up and down her spine, while her brain reeled with dull horror
at what was happening. It was awful ... sinful! And yet it was
wonderful, too, and she writhed with shame at taking such wicked
pleasure in it. She longed to fight off this obscenity to which Rudy was
subjecting her and yet she was powerless under the overwhelming sexual
stimulation.
     The tiny girl moaned helplessly as her teacher's hand slipped down
farther, parting the soft, quivering lips of her vagina. Suddenly, he
found the wet smooth opening there and plunged his middle finger deep
into it, with a thrust that broke through the symbol of her innocence,
her hymen, that wrenched an anguished sob from her lips.
     Then he skewered into the warm, wet cavern beyond and began to
twist and turn the tip of it, plunging it farther and farther into her
wide-spread cunt. She moaned again, feeling the moisture from it seeping
down, drenching, closed her eyes, lying motionless as he finger-fucked
her, sending little waves of fire lapping at her trembling body. Please
god, she prayed silently! Help me! Help me from myself!
     Janice began to rock back and forth on his lewdly impaling finger,
oblivious to everything now but the waves of pleasure that crashed
through her, the sharp little pin-pricks of ecstatic delight that seemed
to explode in her veins. She heard the metallic rasp of a zipper being
pulled down, and opened her eyes to see Rudy slither out of his own
clothes.




"Oooooohhh!" the minister's daughter squealed as her teacher's finger
plunged deep up into her nakedly spread moist virginal pussy!


     He grasped his thick, rigid cock between his thumb and forefinger
as it sprang to freedom, and began to massage it lewdly. "Open your
legs!" he hissed above her, pulling the foreskin back over the thick
shaft jutting out from his loins.
     A little cry escaped Janice's lips and a sudden shudder shook her
body. Holy Mother of God! He was planning to shove that huge, throbbing
thing into the narrow passage of her vagina. No! No! She couldn't let
him do that. It was bad enough that he had thrust his finger into her
virginal little cunt. That was sinful enough! But this ... no! She would
never, never let him force her into that!
     She stared in horror as he continued to massage the thick blood-
engorged rod of his cock, coaxing it into an iron-stiff hardness. Oh,
dear Lord! It was monstrous. He would split her in half. He would kill
her! She could never take it. Never in this world.
     "Spread your legs!" he ordered again.
     "No!" she cried, suddenly twisting and squirming. He withdrew his
finger from her soft moist vagina with a wet sucking sound, and the girl
instinctively clamped her legs together. "NO!" she screamed, half
sliding along the seat in an effort to escape her teacher.
     He reached out and seized her by the leg, swung her around and
back on to his car seat, pushing her backwards onto it. Her legs splayed
out as her back slapped against the leather cushion; one dangled slackly
over the edge of the seat while the other was forced tight against the
back of it.
     Seizing her ankles now, Rudy spread her thighs even farther apart
while Janice moaned in agony. Then he turned his own body so that he
half knelt above her. Once more he took his thick cock between his
fingers, once more massaged the rigid pole of flesh lewdly. Then he
guided it slowly and deliberately into the moist pink folds of her cunt,
parting her sparse blonde pubic hair with the large bulbous head.
     Janice whimpered as it brushed against the fleshy lips of her
cunt, then slowly burrowed into the warm, moist channel. Sweet Mother!
It was mammoth! Even bigger than she had thought! She could not possibly
take it! Not in a million years!
     Rudy pushed the huge pole of flesh forward, bringing little
gurgling noises from her tortured lips and then she felt it begin its
slow prodding progress into her hot throbbing passage.
     There was a great stretching feeling in her loins, and then,
suddenly, his huge penis seemed to crash deep inside her, filling her
whole belly with its hardness.
     Rudy sank his blunt, throbbing member in to the hilt, his balls
crashing lewdly against her roundly upturned ass-cheeks, then withdrew
it almost to the tip. He looked down at the naked schoolgirl, offered up
to him like a young goddess sacrificed in some pagan rites and an
obscene grim spread across his face. Usually the competitive athletic
teacher gave himself some kind of a limit for seducing these kids. Today
he had broken his record. Shit, half an hour! That was record time to
have this kid thrashing beneath him, while he skewered relentlessly up
into her. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep inside her giving
way as he thrust forward mercilessly, fucking in and out now in a
steady, quickening rhythm.
     He felt her as she rose to meet his thrusts, her pelvis up against
his, gyrating her hips, thrusts screwing her pelvis up against his,
turning and twisting on his impaling rod. Shit, this little minister's
daughter was hotter than a firecracker! To think she had been a virgin!
Look at her go!
     Christ, he was lucky to have all these little students and the way
she was fucking back she was going to be a prize pupil, Rudy thought. He
began to quicken his strokes, fucking in and out relentlessly. His
fingers gripped her soft, unresisting thighs, squeezing them torturously
until the girl groaned in anguish. And still Rudy fucked on, plunging
his piston-like cock deep up inside her until the huge bulbous head
grazed against the flat hardness of her cervix.
     The smooth velvet-like folds of Janice's vagina held him until he
couldn't stand it any longer. The burning in his loins had increased
unbearably, the ache in his balls was driving him out of his mind. He
had to cum and he had to cum now! He looked down at the child's passion-
contorted face, heard her own little screams of uncontrolled passion,
felt a sudden rush of warm wet fluid seep from her cuntal walls. And
then, as the thick white liquid boiling in his sperm-bloated balls shot
forward, shot the length of his penis to spurt in rolling waves deep in
her writhing young belly, as he grunted in his ultimate pleasure, he
heard her voice ringing in his ears.
     "Aaaaaauuuuuuugggggghhhhhh ... oooooohhh ... Mr. Creighton ... I'm
cccuuummmiiinnngggggg!"
     The little girl thrashed in wild abandon beneath him in the
ecstasy of her own male induced orgasm, and then at last lay back, limp
and exhausted, her legs splayed out to the sides like those of a rag
doll dropped carelessly upon over the front seat of the car. The full
flat plane of her cunt was open, the narrow slit of her vagina exposed
nakedly to view, while little rivulets of sperm seeped down between her
thighs.
     Rudy pulled himself from her spent body, gasping for breath
himself, then gathered all his energy. While Janice still lay there,
motionless and silent, he reached for his handkerchief and cleaned
himself off. Later, according to Dean Lowell he would have an
opportunity to try out some new things with the little virgin. There
were still places she was a virgin and he was going to see that she
wasn't!



                               Chapter 5

     Well, that was certainly odd, Julie thought. After what Brad had
said last night about the Dean of Craven not being interested in the
investigation he proposed, he now said that he was going to meet with
the Dean after evening prayers to talk about it. She honestly didn't
care. Brad had turned into some kind of a beast last night and she
wasn't anxious to face her husband. Not only had he practically raped
her and acted like some kind of a monster, he had failed to bring her to
climax!
     In spite of being a religious woman, Julie read all the latest
magazines and she knew that she was not just supposed to be a receptacle
for a man. She was supposed to get some kind of joy from sex too. She
was owed an orgasm! Trouble was that she was too shy to discuss the
matter with Brad and he seemed to treat sex as some kind of mechanical
release for himself. Sometimes she just felt like throwing in the towel.
Is this what life is all about? Thirteen years of marriage with her
minister husband and she still didn't enjoy sex. Of course, she had
Janice, her sweet daughter but somehow it seemed that she should have
more fulfillment as a human being. She couldn't live vicariously through
her daughter and her husband for much longer, Julie admitted to herself.
She was bored! Her marriage was boring! Her life was boring!
     Dispiritedly, the minister's wife picked up one of the latest
magazines and turned to an article on female fulfillment. Fat lot of
good it's going to do to read about it, she thought bitterly. She was
just flipping the page of the article when the telephone rang. She
reached for the receiver wondering if it was Janice telling her she was
going to be home late.
     "Hello," came a throaty voice on the other end. It was remotely
familiar to her and she wracked her brain trying to think who it was.
Even when the voice said. "My dear, this is Arlene."
     Even that didn't ring a bell. Arlene who?
     "Arlene Lowell."
     "Arlene Lowell."
     It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, for them to make
sense. And then Julie breathed into the telephone. "Mrs. Lowell, sorry I
didn't recognize your voice at first."
     "Call me Arlene for god's sake. I was wondering if you might be
free this evening. We really haven't had much time to get to know each
other and I thought we might have dinner tonight."
     Arlene Lowell? Julie scratched her head. Why on earth has she
chosen to call this night? Although the minister and his wife had only
been in town for a month they had already heard the rumors about Arlene.
She was always off somewhere with some man that certainly was not her
husband, Dean Lowell. In fact, Julie had only met Arlene once for a few
minutes when she had gone over to Craven to pick up Brad. They hardly
seemed to be kindred spirits and she couldn't imagine why this flashy
woman was calling her. She had the distinct impression that she was not
in the same league as Arlene Lowell. On their meeting the wife of the
Dean had been cool and Julie had detected a bit of condescension in her
voice when she was introduced as the chaplain's wife. But now she was
being asked to have dinner with her. Odd, she thought. Extremely odd!
     Well, Julie, thought defiantly, I'm miserable sitting around here
feeling sorry for myself. Maybe a night with Arlene is just what I need
to perk up my spirits. At least it will be something different for a
change to get me out of my rut.
     "Why, yes, Arlene. That would be very nice."
     "Terrific, my dear. Can you pick me up? My car is in the garage."
     "Sure, Arlene. Where do you want to have dinner?"
     "Well, we'll have drinks here first and then I know a rather
exclusive club where we could go. We won't have to make a reservation
either. I hate waiting for restaurant service, don't you?"
     "Uh ... yes ..." Julie agreed without knowing why. Then she said a
little more positively. "I'd like to do something different. I'm sick of
cooking and eating the same things."
     "They have lots of different things to eat at this club," Arlene
promised. "Why don't you pick me up in about an hour. You don't have to
get all dressed up. It's quite casual, Julie."
     "Fine, see you in about an hour. Bye."
     Once she had cradled the receiver, Julie raced to the bathroom,
stripped off her clothes and stepped beneath the warm spray of the
shower. She soaped her smooth, white shoulders, the firm, full mounds of
her wide-set breasts. Then she devoted her attention to the little
triangle of hair at the base of her belly, the fleshy lips of her vagina
below it, the narrow crevice between her buttocks. She began to hum as
she rinsed the froth of suds from her body, and she stepped from the
shower to towel herself dry.
     She glanced at herself in the mirror ... at her tiny waist, her
lush ripe breasts, her flaring hips and full thighs. At least she hadn't
lost her figure, she thought. It was as perfect as her thirteen year old
daughter's, only a little riper.
     Feeling better than she had in weeks, like she was embarking on
some kind of adventure, she began to sing quite loudly, pulling on her
panties, her panty hose, leaning over to encase the two mounds of her
breasts in her flimsy bra. She adjusted the straps and hooked it behind
her, and then slipped her dress over her head. She zipped it up the
back, admiring herself in the mirror. Blue was always my color, she
thought, smoothing down the silky feeling skirt. Then she found her
handbag and a pair of matching sandals and grabbed her car keys. This is
the first time I have been out by myself in ages, she realized. I don't
even have any friends. Suddenly, she felt very excited about the evening
ahead. A friend at last! A woman to do things with ... have dinner and
talk things over with! Maybe her life would change its course tonight!
     A few minutes later, she was knocking at the door of the Lowell's
imposing house on the other side of the Craven campus. Arlene answered
the door and invited her in.
     The blonde minister's wife stepped inside, and was led into a huge
living room with French doors leading to a patio surrounded by a
Japanese garden. In the living room were cut flowers in silver bowls and
there was a general white theme running through the room. The sofa was
white, the walls were white and the only splashes of color were the
flowers and the green plants that were everywhere.
     "Sit down, my dear," Arlene said indicating a place on the
expensive looking sofa. "Take a load off your feet and let's get to know
each other. We've never really had the opportunity to talk so I want to
hear all about you. Are you happy here in town?"
     "Yes," Julie answered not too enthusiastically. She settled
herself on the edge of the sofa, feeling slightly uncomfortable. She
accepted the drink the Dean's wife handed her and sipped slowly at it. I
mustn't drink too much, she thought. I've never been able to hold it
very well.
     She watched as Arlene Lowell chattered brightly and kept pouring
herself drinks from the cocktail shaker. My god, this woman must have a
hollow leg, Julie thought. I hope I'm not supposed to be keeping up with
her. She wanted to though. She didn't want this sophisticated woman to
think she was a prudey little minister's wife, unsophisticated and not
socially aware. "Are you getting hungry, Arlene?" she asked, hopefully
thinking this would give her a chance to slow down the drinking.
     Arlene shook her head. "Not really," she said. She refilled her
glass again and lifted it. "Here's to you, my dear," she toasted the
minister's wife.
     "At the risk of being a bore," Julie said, trying to be amusing.
"I'm positively ravenous. I skipped lunch today and I could now quite
comfortably eat a horse. Can we start making our way over to that
exclusive club you talked about?"
     "Okay let's just have another drink, shall we Julie?" Arlene said
persuasively.
     Julie was beginning to feel a little tipsy and she was driving.
Well, maybe just one more. Amazingly enough, Arlene looked fresh as a
daisy. The martinis didn't seem to be affecting her at all.
     Finally, they finished their drinks and Julie struggled to regain
her composure. She felt bombed out of her skull but on no account did
she want to appear that way to Arlene Lowell who was the picture of
polished sophistication. The minister's wife swayed slightly, walking to
the car, and almost stumbled when she got there, but managed to climb
into the driver's seat without mishap. She started the motor and backed
out of the driveway. "Where to, Arlene?"
     "Left at the corner and then right at the lights."
     Neither of the women said anything on the way. It seemed ages
before Arlene said. "Pull over by the trees ... by those gates over on
the left ..."
     Julie pulled up before the old estate which was all lit up. She
vaguely thought she recognized it as the old School Board offices.
Wasn't that where Bradley told her these supposed orgies were taking
place? Didn't he say that some of the members of the school district
were bringing young students from Craven here for lewd purposes? That
didn't make sense at all to the minister's wife. If that were the case
why would Arlene refer to this place as a private club and suggest that
they have dinner here? Oh, none of it made any sense but maybe it was
the unaccustomed alcohol that was making everything so confusing. She
was just going to leave everything to Arlene, her new friend. She knew
her way around and Julie was just as glad to have her to chart the
course of their evening.
     She slid from the car and followed Arlene to the large old
building. It was a fine old Victorian house that had been completely
restored. At one point the actual offices of the school district had
been located here complete with the dusty old chalk boards and wooden
desks but now the rooms had been restored to their formal splendor. All
the rooms had high ceilings and most of them had fireplaces. The dining
room and kitchen had been remodeled into a small restaurant and down the
hall was a small sitting room. Arlene rang a bell and a man she called
Jud appeared with an ice bucket with two bottles of champagne.
     Jud popped the cork and poured the two women more drinks. Julie
was really hungry now and she wondered how long it was going to be
before she would be able to order dinner. Arlene seemed to have
completely forgotten about food.
     Julie's head was beginning to whiz around, she was beginning to
feel more than just a little drunk. She found it hard to concentrate on
the conversation, found her thoughts wandering much of the time, usually
to wonder what she was doing here with Arlene Lowell.
     Her face felt quite hot now and when she looked in the mirror over
the fireplace she saw that her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes looked a
little wonky too, and it occurred to her that she was more than slightly
drunk. She couldn't remember being drunk in her entire life before
except she had been tipsy one New Year's Eve. Bradley had been furious
with her asking her how would it look to have the minister's wife
completely drunk and making a fool of herself. That was just the
trouble, Julie thought, Brad cares more about how I make him look rather
than how I feel about myself, she thought bitterly.
     The blonde chaplain's wife closed her eyes, wishing the spinning
in her head would stop. Arlene seemed to be swaying back and forth in
front of her and slipping out of focus, although Julie could see that
the sophisticated Dean's wife was sitting up, thoroughly composed beside
her on the sofa.
     She was startled when Mrs. Lowell reached out her hand and stroked
her bare arm, gently, almost casually, just as startled to hear her say,
"I don't want to appear like I'm prying, Julie, but you and the chaplain
aren't very happy, are you?"
     Julie's mind went back to the terrible scene the other night, when
Brad had nearly raped her. How had Arlene known about that? Maybe she
was just perceptive. She probably was not referring to anything
specific. It didn't seem to matter how she knew. What was important was
that another woman, her new friend, understood so completely her own
feelings, even though she, herself, had not really accepted them until
now. She heard her throaty voice as she probed further into Julie's
thoughts. "You're wondering how I know that, aren't you, darling?"
     "Well ... uh ... yes I am," Julie replied.
     "I'll tell you. It's obvious. I could see that you were a
vulnerable little doe and I could sense that you had been hurt. That you
were suffering ... and I wanted to do something for you, to soothe you
and comfort you. And that's why I invited you out tonight." The voice
seemed to come closer wrapping itself in a cocoon around the minister's
wife as Arlene shifted her position on the sofa beside her, sliding
nearer, so that their thighs touched.
     The gentle stroking continued, briefly, then stopped as Arlene
slid her hand up over Julie's shoulder, trailed it gently, almost
lovingly across her face, then down over her throat, slipping it down
into the front of her dress. "Have you ever wondered, darling, what it
would be like to have a woman that understands your body. A woman that
could know exactly what excites you ... doing wonderful things to your
body ..."
     "Oh no ..." Julie stammered ... "our religion ... oh no ... that's
a terrible sin ... worse even than adultery ..."
     Arlene laughed the condescending laughter that Julie feared from
this sophisticated beauty. "How quaint you are, Julie. But unfortunately
I don't buy your naivete. I see what a sensual vibrant woman you are and
I know you must have wondered what it was like!"
     She gave Julie a sweet, knowing little smile, and then her
fingertips edged beneath the sheer confining fabric of Julie's
brassiere, ran teasingly over the smooth resilient flesh of her firm,
white breast. "See what I mean, angel. Doesn't it feel wonderful?" she
whispered in her ear.
     Julie shrank back in revulsion. This was sin of the lowest order!
What would her husband think? No one had ever touched her in this way
except him and now a woman was doing it! She could think of nothing more
obscene, nothing more sinfully depraved.
     And yet a little thrill of erotic pleasure such as the minister's
wife had never known before seemed to tiptoe up her spine. At the same
time her head seemed to swim in helpless confusion. This was wicked and
evil ... as evil as anything could possibly be. But she felt soothed and
comforted as she had never been before. This woman was right. She did
know what turned her on. What on earth was wrong with her?
     She let her head fall back on Arlene's shoulder, resting it in the
hollow of her neck, letting her cradle it between her shoulders and her
chin. The slow, insistent stroking of her breast went on, and now
Julie's doubts began to evaporate under the gentle touch of the other
woman's fingers, teasing one throbbing nipple into a taut erection, then
trailing lightly across her body to enfold, encompass the other, tease
it, too, into hardness.
     Strangely she was perversely delighted as Arlene's hand slipped
lightly down over the gentle swelling of her belly, with a marvelous
hint of what was yet to come. Instinctively, Julie crossed her legs,
remembering all too vividly the cruel invasion of her ravished cunt such
a short time before. She closed her eyes and then opened them as she
realized that Arlene had drawn down the zipper of her blue dress and was
easing it off her shoulders.
     "Help me," she whispered to her. "Oh, help me, darling." Without a
moment's hesitation, Julie did as she was asked. She had no idea why she
did so, what it was that possessed her. She only knew that she felt
strangely relaxed and peaceful, as if she were a small child again,
protected by the comforting arms of this maternal figure. And just as
she would obey her mother, so many years before, she now complied with
Arlene's request, lifting her arms high above her head to let the other
woman slip her dress off, and then helping, too, as she slid the straps
of her slip down off her shoulders. And when Arlene reached around to
unhook the straps of her bra, she sat motionless, to make it that much
easier.
     As the restricting garment fell from her, freeing her large, full
breasts, Arlene cupped one in a strong but gentle hand, while with the
other hand she tilted her chin up, raising her face to her own. Her full
lips brushed the others as if in passing, while Julie trembled with a
strange new excitement. And then she pressed them close against the
other woman's flicking her tongue out expertly to part them, then
darting it between them to find her tongue.
     A little gasp of shocked delight escaped Julie as she felt the
Dean's wife's hands roaming over her body, and realized that she was
once again toying with the clothes she still wore. There was the whisper
of rustle of the sheer fabric as her nylon panties were drawn slowly
down over her hips and thighs, and then, with a little shudder of wicked
pleasure, she realized that she was completely stark naked.
     Again, Arlene Lowell's head inclined toward her, dipped down to
her lips, teased at the tiny bud of one nipple, and then she whispered,
"Now, it's your turn, my darling. Your turn to help me."
     Another thrill rippled deliciously through Julie mixed with a
little warning signal as the words whirled through her alcohol blurred
brain.
     "No ... I can't Arlene," she protested automatically.
     But she didn't have any control. The drinks she had shared with
the other woman had begun to strip her of all inhibitions, and she
seemed unable to control her actions, in spite of her pricking
conscience. As if they belonged to another human being, some remote
creature she had never known, her fingers groped for the zipper on
Arlene's skirt, and pulled it down, then found the pink buttons on her
blouse, struggling with them until they came undone and the two soft
mounds of her lush white breasts were exposed, barely enclosed within
the narrow confines of her low cut bra.
     "Let me help you with that," she whispered softly, amazed at the
huskiness of her own voice and then she unhooked the clasps at the back,
just as those of her own had been released.
     Julie eased it off her new friend's body, while Arlene moaned, her
gasps heavy and excited with sudden passion. Then, she reached out, and
pulled the younger woman to her, pressing her own naked body up against
hers. Her sharp-pointed breasts crushed against Julie's, their nipples
meeting, as her hand moved down the soft, firm flesh of her stomach,
then trailed to the patch of tangled silken strands that graced her
pubic mound.
     "Have you ever felt like this?" she crooned in her sensual, husky
voice.
     Julie shook her head. The room seemed to be whirling around her
again, and she sought some way of steadying herself. Arlene seemed to
sense her need, and held out her hand to her, passing it across her
forehead that was covered with cold beads of perspiration. "Don't be
frightened," she soothed. "I won't hurt you, my darling. I'll only make
you feel more wonderful than you've ever felt in your life."
     "I'm not scared," Julie assured the other woman. "Not in the least
little bit." And she knew that that was the truth. She was uneasy,
surely. Everything was so strange and so different for a minister's wife
to be behaving like this. And she knew, deep in her heart that it was a
sin. And yet she welcomed this perverted lesbianic assault against her
naked flesh. Why? She couldn't fathom the reason. It was beyond her
comprehension. She could only moan with pure pleasure as she submitted
to an overpowering sexual stimulation.
     "If you're not afraid of me, angel," Arlene whispered to her,
"Help me a little bit more ..."
     Julie struggled to understand what she meant, and then it occurred
to her that she alone was naked, that Arlene was still wearing her
panties and panty hose. Of course, she'd help Arlene to get out of them.
She'd done the same for her, hadn't she?
     "Oh yes, I want to, Arlene," she said. She hooked her own hand
into the thin waistband of the other's nylon panties, easing them down
over her hips, just as Arlene had done to her before. In a moment the
two women were stripped completely naked, and the older one was easing
the minister's wife onto the couch on which they had been sitting, until
her body was stretched out upon it.
     Lying there, Julie closed her eyes again, and felt Arlene's body
rubbing against her as she held her tight. The Dean's wife clasped her
curling thighs around Julie, while she moved slowly down on her until
her own dark curly patch of pubic hair mingled with the sparse golden
strands of the other.
     A little perverted thrill rippled through her slim, quivering
body, and then it was followed by a feeling of revulsion as she realized
that Arlene was caressing her buttocks, ever so gently, and yet with
determined effort. She parted the two soft mounds then, and as Julie
gasped with an odd delight, teased a fingertip into the tiny puckered
mouth of her tight little anus.
     She moaned uncontrollably, then lay motionless on the sofa as
Arlene trailed her moist lips down the length of her body, moving her
head sideways to reach the trembling white flesh of her thighs. She
began to kiss the tender skin there, while Julie quivered again under
the maddening assault. She moaned again, while a strange wonderful
excitement rippled through her.
     Then her legs fell open, splaying out to hang limply over the edge
of the couch. She lay still again, her whole body keyed to a tense,
quivering excitement, and then she began to writhe as Arlene's lips
wandered to the golden triangle up between her thighs that now tingled
with a rising involuntary passion. It was sinful, wicked, and
shameful... the minister's wife knew that well ... and yet she was
powerless to fend it off.
     She groaned at the soft, moist laving of her own fleshy cunt lips,
the gentle teasing motion as Arlene ran her tongue along the soft hair-
lined slit of her pussy. Mother of god, but it was wonderful, she
thought, and she lay back, welcoming the lewd wet tongue that parted her
cuntal lips, then licked hotly at the moist orifice within it. Another
thrill coursed over her body as the woman's tongue found the tiny
throbbing bud of her clitoris, and teased it into a quivering erection.




"Ummmmmm ... oh ... uuummmmmm!!!" the minister's wife groaned as the
other woman's wet tongue lewdly parted her moist cuntal lips then licked
hotly at her tiny hotly throbbing clitoris!


     Her memory traveled back to her husband, and the horrible scene
she had had when he almost raped her. She remembered how nothing it was
when they made love. She had never had anything to compare with this ...
this ecstasy ... Arlene had been right; it took another woman to
understand a woman's body, to understand her needs and desires. No man
could. And certainly not the Reverend Bradley Corman. For all the years
they had been married, he had been incapable of arousing her body as she
knew now it was capable of being aroused.
     The horrendous thought flashed through her mind that there was
something wrong with her. She was a pervert, perhaps. A lesbian! And the
Dean's wife must certainly be one ... She was the one who had first
stroked Julie's breasts, first made these lewd, unnatural advances to
the unsuspecting other woman.
     She tried to logically reason, her drink befuddled brain seizing
on one fact after another, putting them together. She went over as
analytically as she could in her emotionally charged state, the events
leading up to this perverted assault upon her flesh. It couldn't be
wrong, she finally decided. Something as wonderful as this could never
be a sin, could it?



                               Chapter 6

     Reverend Corman looked around the school chapel. There were only
three students present for the evening prayers. He sighed and wondered
what was going to happen to the youth of America. They just didn't seem
to believe in religion anymore. Oh, well, he thought, it's just as
important to conduct prayers for three souls as it is for three hundred
so I'm going to get on with it.
     The minister led the half hour service and then left the small
school chapel and went into his little office next door. He idly
wondered what Dean Lowell wanted with him. Maybe it was something to do
with the investigation he had requested ... well, anyway, he'd better
get up to the Dean's office and get it over with. He switched off the
light and took the staircase to Lowell's office.
     "Come right in, Reverend," Lowell called from the inner sanctum of
his office.
     "You wanted to see me?" Brad asked feeling strange in the Dean's
presence. He had the distinct impression that the older man did not like
him. In fact, from the way Lowell treated him it seemed apparent that he
actually hated the school chaplain.
     "Yes, Reverend, I've been thinking over your report about the
anonymous phone call and I think you're right. We should make some kind
of an investigation. In fact, I'm going to suggest that we go over there
tonight and have dinner and check the place out."
     Reverend Corman was taken aback. Well, this was more like it. At
least the Dean was going to follow through. "Fine, sir, that way we'll
know one or another what's going on."
     "Well, then, let's go ... I'm anxious to get this over with!"
     The two men drove along in silence in Lowell's Mercedes until they
came to a well illuminated beautifully restored Victorian home with a
large iron gate outside. "Here we are, Reverend." the Dean said with a
slight smirk playing around his lips.
     Little doubts began to assail the minister, doubts he had been
suppressing until now. Why had Lowell changed his mind? Why was he being
so agreeable all of a sudden? When Brad had discussed the matter with
him before he had been absolutely vehement about pursuing any kind of
probe into the alleged orgies. He tried to put them out of his mind.
     Lowell parked the car along the circular drive and as he walked up
the front steps he noticed the minister trying to catch a glimpse of the
Volkswagen parked over near the trees.
     I must be going mad, Brad thought. I saw a green VW and
automatically assumed that it was Julie's. His brain was going soft to
think that his wife was up here. He turned on his heel and followed
Lowell. The door opened and a man called Jud opened the door.
     He followed the two men into the house and down a long corridor.
The two men began to speak briefly together and Brad edged near to them,
his ears perked up, hoping to eavesdrop. But Lowell was merely inquiring
about drinks and ordering dinner for later. A strange premonition that
this was going to be a frightening evening swept over the astute young
minister.
     Nevertheless, he went on down the long hall, still following the
two men, and into a small, dark room. It must have been a study at one
time and now it was just a small sitting room. The Dean waved him to a
chair and sat down himself. He ordered drinks and after Jud had brought
the scotch, Lowell leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, "Looks
like your mysterious source might have been right ... Jud says there's
going to be a show here tonight."
     "What kind of a show?" the minister inquired. "School girls?"
     "I don't think so. Maybe that's the second one. I'm not at all
clear about this."
     "Well, now we're getting somewhere. Do you think we should notify
the police?"
     The dean turned and gave the minister a strange little smile. "I
don't think you'll want to do that ... at least until you have a chance
to see the show." He walked across to a small panel near the light
switch and pushed in a button.
     "Hey," Bradley said. "You can see right through into the other
room. I've never seen one of those two-way mirrors before. Have you?"
     The Dean ignored the question. "Look at that!"
     Two figures seemed to swim into view and then as the lights ceased
their flickering, and the bodies stopped shimmying around, and settled
down; growing larger and clearer, in just the opposite way from that in
which a television image fades away into nothingness. Brad leaned
forward, staring at the window-like mirror. "The saints preserve us," he
exclaimed, suddenly, sucking in his breath. "It's two women!"
     He turned to look at Lowell, who nodded to him, showing not the
faintest sign of surprise. Why? Had he been here before? Had he seen
this sort of thing? But it was evil, sinful, the sort of thing people
read about perhaps but did not indulge in. For a man of god, Brad had
always considered himself very liberal and broad-minded in his approach
to life but there were limits to what he would accept ... lesbianism was
not one of the things on his list!
     He wanted to inform the Dean of that, to get up and walk out, and
yet he found himself drawn to the scene being enacted in front of him,
literally unable to tear his eyes away from it. One of the women, who
seemed to be somewhat older than the other, the more aggressive, the
more experienced, was urging the younger woman to undress. As he
watched, she began to help her, unzipping her dress, slipping it off
over her head, then removing her bra. The breasts exposed to him were
large and firm, their small budded nipples already quivering with the
woman's suppressed excitement. In spite of himself he thought to
himself, that woman is gorgeous. What a fabulous body!
     "Nice tits!" the Dean muttered.
     The minister ignored his crude remark and continued to stare at
the scene unfolding. Now the older woman was running her hands over the
soft white flesh of the second's quivering skin, stroking it gently. And
then her fingertips began to massage the two tiny buds, like little red
berries that she took between them, teasing them until they sprang into
a taut little erection.
     The Reverend Bradley Corman stared open-mouthed, little thrills of
excitement beginning to stir in his own loins. He wished to hell he were
in the room, doing that to the woman sitting there. He could almost feel
that soft skin beneath his own fingers, could imagine what it would be
like to cup those marvelous mounds of resilient white flesh.
     Lord knows, he'd like to suck them, too, take those hard little
nipples right inside his mouth, swirl his tongue around them, fasten his
teeth into them, too. The thought made his cock lurch and jerk, made his
balls ache as if they were caught between a hammer and an anvil. He
glanced down at the front of his pants, saw the bulge there, then
glanced at Bill, wondering if he had noticed it. His eyes strayed down
to Lowell's crotch, too, noticed that his cock was also jumping into
life, that there was a conspicuous swelling there! This was
unbelievable! Both of them were getting hard, just looking at these
lesbians. The minister wanted desperately to have the strength to get up
and leave the room but he couldn't tear himself away from the salacious
spectacle.
     His head shot back to the mirror and he felt another flash of
excitement stir through him as the woman on the right, the older
aggressive one, slid her hands beneath the flimsy little white panties
of the blonde, twisted and turned them, manipulating them until they
slid from her still tense body, eased down over her hips to her knees.
     And then, at the command of the older woman, she lifted her legs,
and let her draw them off. Her whole body was exposed now, outlined in
front of the two watching men. Her smooth, white buttocks, sensuous and
provocative, were round and full like a couple of melons. He heard
Lowell suck in his breath at the sight of the two lesbians, and then
heard the heavy breathing of someone else. He whirled around and saw
that three or four other men had joined them. Who were they? It was too
dark to see. They stared too, their mouths open at the evil, depraved
sight of the two women making love in the other room.
     Now it seemed to be the turn of the younger woman to strip the
clothing from the older woman, and she did so clumsily but quickly,
until the two sat on the sofa side by side, their naked bodies revealed
in the full lights that shone on them.
     "Shit!" one of the men exclaimed. "This is fantastic!"
     "Who are they? I can't see their faces." someone asked.
     "Wait till they turn around."
     "Who cares about faces," someone else piped up. "Just get a look
at that luscious cunt winking at you!" He indicated the younger of the
woman lying back on the sofa, her legs spread wide, one hanging limply
over the side, the other doubled back, so that the full wide plane of
her crotch was completely open to their view.
     "I'm going to eat the pussy raw, later!"
     Sitting in the darkness, the Dean grinned. Maybe he would, whoever
it was who had spoken. But after me, he thought. I come first around
here. He glanced around, almost gloating now, then, turned to stare
fascinated, at the folds of pink flesh surrounding her vagina. at the
warm, moist slit, and, as her legs were spread even wider, at the
quivering little bud of her clitoris half-hidden within.
     The two women were obviously discussing something but the men
couldn't hear anything. "Turn the sound on for Christ's sake," one of
the men demanded.
     Bill Lowell rose, went over to a panel of buttons and fiddled with
a knob and the voices floated into the room where the men were watching,
open-mouthed, the two women in the adjoining room. "Come on, you're a
big girl now! You know what a dildo does!"
     "No, honestly, I don't," the second one answered. Reverend Corman,
watching with as much relish as the others, pricked up his ears. That
voice was strangely familiar. It bore a distinct resemblance to his wife
Julie's voice. No, it was ridiculous. He pushed the sudden thought from
his mind.
     "If you don't," the other woman said, "it's about time you
learned, isn't it, my darling?"
     There was a faint whimper. "Yes...I guess it is."
     And then, as the men watched, the woman who had spoken first
showed her what seemed to be a male penis made of rubber and strapped it
around her waist. "My innocent darling," she said, "I'm going to ram
this in your cunt and fuck you till you scream, the way your husband has
never been able to!"
     "No ... no ... ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
     There was a little groan and then a whimper of fear. And yet in a
moment, the woman with the obscene instrument hanging between her legs
had knelt above the second, and was ordering in a voice which had lost
all trace of softness, and taken on the harsh, rasping tones of some
lust-crazed pervert.
     "Come on, Julie! Take it and put it in your cunt!"
     Julie! His wife's name struck Reverend Corman with the force of a
bullet. He closed his eyes, as if, somehow, he could shut his ears to
the sound, and the name reverberated in his mind, whirling like a wind.
He did his best to blot it out. It could be another Julie. But then he
heard her voice again and he knew it was his wife. "No, Arlene ... I
don't want to, please," she moaned.
     Arlene! Merciful heaven! Dean Lowell's wife! What in the name of
god was going on? Had he been directed into a nightmare? He felt like he
had been sucked into the depths of hell! Had Dean William Lowell
engineered this whole thing somehow?
     He glanced over at the Dean and saw the lewd, lecherous grin on
his face! Dear god! He knew! He loved it! He was enjoying every minute
of this sordid performance. The minister felt a little nauseous and then
a blinding flash of outrage seized him. He sprang to his feet, letting
out a roar like the bellow of a wounded bear.
     Immediately he felt two or three pairs of hands clapped on his
arms, his shoulders, pushing him down. "Sit down, Reverend. The show's
just beginning! You seemed anxious to find out about it before!"
     In front of him, beyond the mirror and in the other room, his
wife, still mouthing little protests, had at last grasped the thick
rubber phallus hanging between Arlene's legs, positioned there expertly
so that it seemed to spring from her loins as naturally as that of any
man, and was guiding it cautiously towards the narrow, hair-lined slit
of her own vagina. He could see her face now, too, and as he watched it,
he saw her expression change from one of fear to one of excitement.
     With Arlene's help, she probed gently at the coral flesh of her
cuntal lips, teased them open, ran the dildo up and down over the soft,
quivering surface. When at last she found the moist little orifice there
between her thighs, she paused, the tip of the obscene instrument
poised, pointed directly at the pinkly glistening hole. And then with a
sigh, and a little cry of part pleasure, part pain, she slipped it
through the small tight opening.
     Now, the hands of both woman had encompassed the thick length of
life-like rubber, and had commenced to ease it into Julie's moist cuntal
passage, pushing it in slowly, but ever deeper inside her. She began to
moan with pleasure as it scraped against the sensitive inner walls of
her vagina, pushing the soft, pulsing folds of flesh before it. Her face
was visible now, her face expression one of lust-contorted passion.
     Above her, Arlene began to fuck in and out, withdrawing the
artificial penis almost to the tip, then thrusting it forward, almost to
the hilt, while Julie writhed ecstatically beneath her. "Tell me what
I'm doing to you, Julie," she urged.
     Julie hesitated a moment, and then she answered haltingly, "You're
making love to me, Arlene ..."
     "No, say it the right way. Say it like you mean it!"
     Again there was a moment of hesitation and this time, when she
spoke, it was barely above a whisper. "You're fucking me! You're putting
that cock in my cunt!"
     "Does your husband do this as well?"
     Julie lay back on the sofa, an expression of sheer bliss, of pure
ecstasy on her face. "This is fantastic!" she 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 7

     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!"



                               Chapter 8

     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 Mark 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!
     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 her cheeks like a tea bun.
     Before she could move, could even try to comply with his command,
he seized her by the thighs and forced them apart until she thought her
bones would break, her flesh rip into shreds. She cried out in protest,
then closed her eyes as the terrible pain slashed through her naked
loins.
     And then she gasped.!
     Brad's middle finger was running up and down the narrow crevice
between the trembling cheeks of her ass, sending tingles of excitement
travelling up and down her spine. It stopped to tease at the tiny
puckered orifice of her anus, circling its tight elastic ring. Then, as
he flicked his wrist, the tip of his finger ploughed in deep, sliding
through the cringing anal periphery, sinking in to the first knuckle.
     She screamed a second time, but Brad seemed deaf to the sharp,
spine-curdling sound, oblivious to her anguish. He plunged his middle
finger in deeper and deeper.
     And then gradually Julie felt the terrible pain turn to a burning
soothing pleasure. She wiggled her hips as Brad sent a second finger
plunging deep into her rectum, prodding and probing, widening her tight
little anus, expanding it while she skewered back on them, gasping for
breath again.
     The minister was breathing hard, panting over her prone body; he
was almost ready. Suddenly, she felt his hand on her hips, jerking her
to kneeling position with her buttocks waving high in the air behind
her. His knees pushed her thighs wider apart while his hands held her
hips steady. And then she felt his long, thick cock as it brushed
against the rubbery little circle of her asshole.
     "Reach around and shove it in her your asshole!" he rasped, his
voice that of a stranger, an animal she would have avoided in the
street, a minister turned sex fiend! Her own husband!
     He took her trembling hand and placed it around the thick aching
shaft of his blood-engorged cock.
     "Ram it in," he ordered again, guiding it down towards the
hairless little circle. With a feeling of revulsion and yet the terrible
need to comply with the request of her husband, Julie clasped her
fingers around the swollen throbbing flesh and placed the tip of it
against the tiny opening between her ass-cheeks. There was a quick
sudden thrust, accompanied, by an animal-like grunt from Brad, and then
Julie felt tight resisting nether ring give way before the relentless
pressure, as the blood-filled cock-head popped up inside the cringing
little orifice.
     He pressed forward slowly, implacably forcing the hotly throbbing
hardness further and further up between the vainly resisting walls of
her rectum until he was sunk deep in the tightness of her bowels as she
screamed and lurched wildly beneath him.




"AAAAAaaaaaaiiiii ...!" the beautiful blonde wife screamed and lurched
wildly as the reverend forced his hotly pulsating cock deep up into the
tightness of her defenselessly resisting anus!


     Brad began to fuck back and forth, his sperm-bloated balls
smacking hard up against her cunt, while an overwhelming sense of
excitement spread through her body, a sensuousness she had never known,
and which nothing on earth could suppress. She moved back against Brad,
arching her body, thrusting her buttocks upward and outward, rotating
them in tiny teasing circles, meeting his forward thrust.
     She was possessed again with a sense of the most ultimate ecstasy
of which a woman was capable, and at the same time with a sense of sin
that nagged at her relentlessly, that made her feel wicked and wanton.
She remembered that she had hardly let Brad touch her before, that she
had been shocked, disgusted, even, when his tongue had trailed across
her belly towards the little patch of pubic hair down between her legs.
She had clenched them tightly together, had pulled his head back, away,
with a vicious gesture ... but now ... now!
     She knew he was ready to cum, ready to shoot his boiling sperm
deep inside her. And yet he held back for a moment, to enjoy still more
the climax he was so close to reaching. He withdrew his lust-swollen
cock, almost to the huge bulbous tip, then shoved it deep into her naked
belly again with a loud groan that filled the room.
     He fucked rhythmically in and out now, spearing into the soft
spongy depths of her anus, lunging with long smooth strokes, pulling out
with tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh clinging to the base of his
cock. His body jerked and quivered, and then with a sudden spurt, his
white hot sperm gushed forth in an abundant torrent into her openly
clasping asshole.
     Julie bucked furiously back to meet his violently thrusting
movements, and then she let out a little scream of pure bliss as she
felt the boiling cum fill her throbbing little passage. It splashed back
out again, around his still wildly driving penis, to run down the
crevice between her wide split buttocks, and then she felt Brad's final
withdrawal as he pulled his now softening penis from her asshole with a
slight sucking sound.
     She lay still, her head buried in her arms, feeling strangely
satisfied, and then the sound of a familiar voice roused her. She turned
to look around and saw that she and Brad were not alone. She shook her
head, blinking a little as she opened her eyes wide, and then she
recognized in a sudden flash of anguish that Janice, her own daughter,
was in the room with them.
     Her mind whirled; she couldn't think. Had Janice seen them? Had
she watched the lewd, evil spectacle? Had she seen her own father lewdly
sodomizing her mother?
     Julie raised herself up on her elbows, looking again. And then she
saw that Janice was not alone either... not by a long shot. In the
semidarkness, she could still make out of the features of Bill Lowell
standing behind her, while the physical education teacher, Rudy
Creighton, faced the young defenseless girl. And then she saw that her
own thirteen year old daughter was impaled on the Dean's cock skewering
into her from behind ... that her daughter was being sodomized too ...
while the gym instructor rammed his rock-hard cock deep into her
daughter's cunt. The two of them were fucking into her with long, hard
strokes pumping her up and down as she thrashed about, impaled by the
two of them, her legs dangling just above the floor, suspending her,
like some weird, art object that might have been hung from the ceiling.
     The child whirled about, buffeted by the two older men, their
evenly pistoning cocks matching in their lewd rhythms, while she began
to moan, softly at first, with the pleasure pain of the complete and
utter ravishment, this double invasion of her hot moist parts.
     The moans and whimpers began to swell, with the throbbing urgency
of the movement, the intense, incredible joy that swept in breaking
waves across her feverishly vibrating body, until they became screams of
pure passion. She began to move up and down on the two lust-driven cocks
spearing into her, writhing, thrashing about now of her own volition.
     And then the voices of the two men, the Dean and the athletic
director blended with hers, and they groaned as they pistoned in and out
of her two wet, warm openings, and then, almost in unison, their hips
jerked forward and they send long thick jets of white semen spurting
deep into her belly, deep into her bowels. There was another long scream
of ecstasy, and then with a wild shiver of the purest joy, the most
unimaginable pleasure, Janice's newly ripe young body convulsed in her
own orgasmic spasm.
     Julie stared speechless, shocked beyond endurance at the sordid
sight and then one scene after another chased itself through her
troubled mind, one thought crowded out the one before. Her only child!
Janice! A baby, really ... oh, how could they?
     She wanted to rise from the couch, to swoop her up, to cradle her
in her arms as she had when she was still an infant. She twisted her
head, straining to see her, expecting, somehow, to look at a mere
toddler, struggling to her feet, coming towards her with outstretched
arms, asking to be picked up.
     And then it dawned on her! Janice was a woman, too. She had the
same needs, the same desires that she herself now knew she had. And she
had experienced the same pleasure, the ultimate ecstasy. She was a woman
... a real woman ... even at her age, and Julie could only blink back
her own tears of joy at the thought.
     Something had happened ... something incredible had happened to
the two of them ...
     She was still too confused to understand what it was exactly. She
only knew that everything was different.



Epilogue

     As soon as the family of Reverend Bradley Corman arrived back at
their small house, they started packing. Within two hours they had the
entire contents of their little house that they had rented for the past
month ready for transit. Although there were still many questions to be
answered, all of them wanted to be as far away from the Craven School
for girls as possible and especially away from the School Board of the
District.
     Corman resigned his position and also notified his bishop that he
was leaving the church. At first the young man had panicked at the
thought of being unemployed but then he and Julie had talked it over and
decided to try writing a book about their bizarre experience at Craven.
At first, he had rejected the idea but then he submitted an outline to a
publisher and a large advance was forthcoming.
     At this writing the book is in its fourth printing and Corman is
negotiating for the movie rights. Although his story is a popular one
people often accuse him of having an overactive imagination. You and I
know the truth is always stranger than fiction.



                                The End

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