Grace Wilkinson - The minister_s family

"You wanted to see me?" Brad asked feeling strange in the dean's presence. He had the distinct impression that the older man did not like him. In fact, from the way Lowell treated him it seemed apparent that he actually hated the school chaplain.

"Yes, Reverend, I've been thinking over your report about the anonymous phone call and I think you're right. We should make some kind of an investigation. In fact, I'm going to suggest that we go over there tonight and have dinner and check the place out."

Reverend Corman was taken aback. Well, this was more like it. At least the dean was going to follow through. "Fine, sir, that way we'll know one or another what's going on."

"Well, then, let's go… I'm anxious to get this over with!"

The two men drove along in silence in Lowell's Mercedes until they came to a well illuminated beautifully restored Victorian home with a large iron gate outside. "Here we are, Reverend," the dean said with a slight smirk playing around his lips.

Little doubts began to assail the minister, doubts he had been suppressing until now. Why had Lowell changed his mind? Why was he being so agreeable all of a sudden? When Brad had discussed the matter with him before he had been absolutely vehement about pursuing any kind of probe into the alleged orgies. He tried to put them out of his mind.

Lowell parked the car along the circular drive and as he walked up the front steps he noticed the minister trying to catch a glimpse of the Volkswagen parked over near the trees.

I must be going mad, Brad thought. I saw a green VW and automatically assumed that it was Julie's. His brain was going soft to think that his wife was up here. He turned on his heel and followed Lowell. The door opened and a man called Jud opened the door.

He followed the two men into the house and down a long corridor. The two men began to speak briefly together and Brad edged near to them, his ears perked up, hoping to eavesdrop. But Lowell was merely inquiring about drinks and ordering dinner for later. A strange premonition that this was going to be a frightening evening swept over the astute young minister.

Nevertheless, he went on down the long hall, still following the two men, and into a small, dark room. It must have been a study at one time and now it was just a small sitting room. The Dean waved him to a chair and sat down himself. He ordered drinks and after Jud had brought the scotch, Lowell leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, "Looks like your mysterious source might have been right… Jud says there's going to be a show here tonight."

"What kind of a show?" the minister inquired. "School girls?"

"I don't think so. Maybe that's the second one. I'm not at all clear about this."

"Well, now we're getting somewhere. Do you think we should notify the police?"

The dean turned and gave the minister a strange little smile. "I don't think you'll want to do that… at least until you have a chance to see the show." He walked across to a small panel near the light switch and pushed in a button.

"Hey," Bradley said. "You can see right through into the other room. I've never seen one of those two-way mirrors before. Have you?"

The Dean ignored the question. "Look at that!"

Two figures seemed to swim into view and then as the lights ceased their flickering, and the bodies stopped shimmying around, and settled down; growing larger and clearer, in just the opposite way from that in which a television image fades away into nothingness. Brad leaned forward, staring at the window-like mirror. "The saints preserve us," he exclaimed, suddenly, sucking in his breath. "It's two women!"

He turned to look at Lowell, who nodded to him, showing not the faintest sign of surprise. Why? Had he been here before? Had he seen this sort of thing? But it was evil, sinful, the sort of thing people read about perhaps but did not indulge in. For a man of God, Brad had always considered himself very liberal and broad-minded in his approach to life but there were limits to what he would accept… lesbianism was not one of the things on his list!

He wanted to inform the dean of that, to get up and walk out, and yet he found himself drawn to the scene being enacted in front of him, literally unable to tear his eyes away from it. One of the women, who seemed to be somewhat older than the other, the more aggressive, the more experienced, was urging the younger woman to undress. As he watched, she began to help her, unzipping her dress, slipping it off over her head, then removing her bra. The breasts exposed to him were large and firm, their small budded nipples already quivering with the woman's suppressed excitement. In spite of himself he thought to himself, that woman is gorgeous. What a fabulous body!

"Nice tits!" the dean muttered.

The minister ignored his crude remark and continued to stare at the scene unfolding. Now the older woman was running her hands over the soft white flesh of the second's quivering skin, stroking it gently. And then her fingertips began to massage the two tiny buds, like little red berries that she took between them, teasing them until they sprang into a taut little erection.

The Reverend Bradley Corman stared open-mouthed, little thrills of excitement beginning to stir in his own loins. He wished to hell he were in the room, doing that to the woman sitting there. He could almost feel that soft skin beneath his own fingers, could imagine what it would be like to cup those marvelous mounds of resilient white flesh.

Lord knows, he'd like to suck them, too, take those hard little nipples right inside his mouth, swirl his tongue around them, fasten his teeth into them, too. The thought made his cock lurch and jerk, made his balls ache as if they were caught between a hammer and an anvil. He glanced down at the front of his pants, saw the bulge there, then glanced at Bill, wondering if he had noticed it. His eyes strayed down to Lowell's crotch, too, noticed that his cock was also jumping into life, that there was a conspicuous swelling there! This was unbelievable! Both of them were getting hard, just looking at these lesbians. The minister wanted desperately to have the strength to get up and leave the room but he couldn't tear himself away from the salacious spectacle.

His head shot back to the mirror and he felt another flash of excitement stir through him as the woman on the right, the older aggressive one, slid her hands beneath the flimsy little white panties of the blonde, twisted and turned them, manipulating them until they slid from her still tense body, eased down over her hips to her knees.

And then, at the command of the older woman, she lifted her legs, and let her draw them off. Her whole body was exposed now, outlined in front of the two watching men. Her smooth, white buttocks, sensuous and provocative, were round and full like a couple of melons. He heard Lowell suck in his breath at the sight of the two lesbians, and then heard the heavy breathing of someone else. He whirled around and saw that three or four other men had joined them. Who were they? It was too dark to see. They stared too, their mouths open at the evil, depraved sight of the two women making love in the other room.

Now it seemed to be the turn of the younger woman to strip the clothing from the older woman, and she did so clumsily but quickly, until the two sat on the sofa side by side, their naked bodies revealed in the full lights that shone on them.

"Shit!" one of the men exclaimed. "This is fantastic!"

"Who are they? I can't see their faces," someone asked.

"Wait till they turn around."

"Who cares about faces," someone else piped up. "Just get a look at that luscious cunt winking at you!" He indicated the younger of the woman lying back on the sofa, her legs spread wide, one hanging limply over the side, the other doubled back, so that the full wide plane of her crotch was completely open to their view.