"Father in heaven!" he screamed, his voice rising and falling in sheer disbelief. "That's my daughter's voice! Janice!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
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 Matt 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.