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.