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 THREE
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.