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.