Grace Wilkinson - The minister_s family

"I'm going to eat the pussy raw, later!"

Sitting in the darkness, the dean grinned. Maybe he would, whoever it was who had spoken. But after me, he thought. I come first around here. He glanced around, almost gloating now, then, turned to stare fascinated, at the folds of pink flesh surrounding her vagina. at the warm, moist slit, and, as her legs were spread even wider, at the quivering little bud of her clitoris half-hidden within.

The two women were obviously discussing something but the men couldn't hear anything. "Turn the sound on for Christ's sake," one of the men demanded.

Bill Lowell rose, went over to a panel of buttons and fiddled with a knob and the voices floated into the room where the men were watching, open-mouthed, the two women in the adjoining room. "Come on, you're a big girl now! You know what a dildo does!"

"No, honestly, I don't," the second one answered. Reverend Corman, watching with as much relish as the others, pricked up his ears. That voice was strangely familiar. It bore a distinct resemblance to his wife Julie's voice. No, it was ridiculous. He pushed the sudden thought from his mind.

"If you don't," the other woman said, "it's about time you learned, isn't it, my darling?"

There was a faint whimper. "Yes… I guess it is."

And then, as the men watched, the woman who had spoken first showed her what seemed to be a male penis made of rubber and strapped it around her waist. "My innocent darling," she said, "I'm going to ram this in your cunt and fuck you till you scream, the way your husband has never been able to!"

"No… no… ohhhhhhhhhhh!"

There was a little groan and then a whimper of fear. And yet in a moment, the woman with the obscene instrument hanging between her legs had knelt above the second, and was ordering in a voice which had lost all trace of softness, and taken on the harsh, rasping tones of some lust-crazed pervert.

"Come on, Julie! Take it and put it in your cunt!"

Julie! His wife's name struck Reverend Corman with the force of a bullet. He closed his eyes, as if, somehow, he could shut his ears to the sound, and the name reverberated in his mind, whirling like a wind. He did his best to blot it out. It could be another Julie. But then he heard her voice again and he knew it was his wife. "No, Arlene… I don't want to, please," she moaned.

Arlene! Merciful heaven! Dean Lowell's wife! What in the name of God was going on? Had he been directed into a nightmare? He felt like he had been sucked into the depths of hell! Had Dean William Lowell engineered this whole thing somehow?

He glanced over at the dean and saw the lewd, lecherous grin on his face! Dear God! He knew! He loved it! He was enjoying every minute of this sordid performance. The minister felt a little nauseous and then a blinding flash of outrage seized him. He sprang to his feet, letting out a roar like the bellow of a wounded bear.

Immediately he felt two or three pairs of hands clapped on his arms, his shoulders, pushing him down. "Sit down, Reverend. The show's just beginning! You seemed anxious to find out about it before!"

In front of him, beyond the mirror and in the other room, his wife, still mouthing little protests, had at last grasped the thick rubber phallus hanging between Arlene's legs, positioned there expertly so that it seemed to spring from her loins as naturally as that of any man, and was guiding it cautiously towards the narrow, hair-lined slit of her own vagina. He could see her face now, too, and as he watched it, he saw her expression change from one of fear to one of excitement.

With Arlene's help, she probed gently at the coral flesh of her cuntal lips, teased them open, ran the dildo up and down over the soft, quivering surface. When at last she found the moist little orifice there between her thighs, she paused, the tip of the obscene instrument poised, pointed directly at the pinkly glistening hole. And then with a sigh, and a little cry of part pleasure, part pain, she slipped it through the small tight opening.

Now, the hands of both woman had encompassed the thick length of life-like rubber, and had commenced to ease it into Julie's moist cuntal passage, pushing it in slowly, but ever deeper inside her. She began to moan with pleasure as it scraped against the sensitive inner walls of her vagina, pushing the soft, pulsing folds of flesh before it. Her face was visible now, her face expression one of lust-contorted passion.

Above her, Arlene began to fuck in and out, withdrawing the artificial penis almost to the tip, then thrusting it forward, almost to the hilt, while Julie writhed ecstatically beneath her. "Tell me what I'm doing to you, Julie," she urged.

Julie hesitated a moment, and then she answered haltingly, "You're making love to me, Arlene…"

"No, say it the right way. Say it like you mean it!"

Again there was a moment of hesitation and this time, when she spoke, it was barely above a whisper. "You're fucking me! You're putting that cock in my cunt!"

"Does your husband do this as well?"

Julie lay back on the sofa, an expression of sheer bliss, of pure ecstasy on her face. "This is fantastic!" she said, as Arlene fucked in and out, the thick, hard rubber dildo spearing deep into her velvety passage. Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around Arlene's hips, as she struggled desperately to absorb the whole rigid bit of molded rubber into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry cunt. She slithered up and down its full length now, as her softly flexing buttocks began a rhythmic beat up and down the long smooth pole. "Oooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh!" the minister's wife chanted as the other woman fucked the thick hard rubber cock in and out of her insanely throbbing cunt!

Suddenly the minister slumped forward, cradling his aching head on his two arms, folded before him on the table. His eyes were shut and although he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, of low-pitched voices he made no effort to raise his aching head.

Nothing more could happen to shatter his once secure world, he thought. Everything was splintering down around his shoulders!

Dean Lowell turned his head and saw that the athletic instructor Rudy Creighton had arrived and with him was thirteen year old Janice Corman, the minister's daughter. That nosy bastard is going to get a double dose tonight, he vowed, waving at Creighton as he passed.

He heard Janice's girlish voice. "But Mr. Creighton, what are we doing here?"

"We're here for the indoor sports. You did so well under considerable odds in the car that I thought I'd bring you here to see how you did in ideal conditions. Could be a few records broken here tonight," he joked.

The unlikely couple, teacher and student, passed on down the hall out of Lowell's hearing. He turned to look at the minister again, still slumped over the table, at Julie Corman being fucked by his own wife, Arlene. He felt his own excitement mounting, his cock throbbing like a pounding trip hammer, his loins burning like a furnace. Shit! He couldn't wait much longer. But his own need was interrupted by a shrieking from the next room.

"Aaaaauuuuggghhhhhhhhh! I'm… aaaahhhh… dear God… cccuuummmiiiinnngggg!"

His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him as she rose to meet the thrusts of Arlene's hips sending the dildo deep into her nakedly writhing belly. She writhed beneath her now, impaled on the obscene, lewd instrument that plunged in and out of her lewdly sucking cunt. She screamed again, and her wail split the air. And then the room on the other side went dark, and the lights went on in the room where the members of the School Board had gathered to watch the minister's wife.

When Reverend Corman finally looked up the room blazed with light and all the other men had gone. Now what he thought? What further indignities can I be subjected to, he wondered. And where was Julie? Whatever had possessed his decent wife to indulge in such lewd acts?