"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.