Grace Wilkinson - The minister_s family

"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.

"Hey guys," Lowell greeted Mitch Bryant and Dave Hudson as the two men strolled into the bar. Both men were in their fifties and exuded a cool demeanor that suggested power.

"What's up, Bill?" Dave said.

"I hope nothing, yet," the dean said. "We could have a little problem though with that new chaplain we have over at Craven. It seems some anonymous caller… probably some asshole who didn't get his rocks off… told him about our little happenings up here and he's all gung-ho to do an investigation of some sort."

"Christ, there's always some do-gooder throwing a monkey wrench in the works," Mitch muttered.

"Maybe not," Lowell paused here for effect. "Maybe we're going to throw the first monkey wrench."

"What are you talking about?" Dave asked.

"On occasion my wife speaks to me and I've decided to enlist her aid in my little plot." The two men snickered at Lowell's comment about his wife for Arlene's exploits were well known in the small town. "Arlene doesn't know it yet but she's going to seduce the reverend's wife and he's going to watch the whole thing. He'll be our invited guest. With a bit of luck we can get his daughter up here too."

"Jesus! You don't leave any loose ends do you?" Dave said whistling under his breath at the audacity of the dean.

"Look, I don't have to put up with any little snot-nosed member of the God squad coming on to me about my sexual preferences. At first, I was almost amused by his righteous indignation but then I got riled and I'm going to get the little bastard. No one interferes in my business. I've got too much at stake here."

A few other men came in, all old friends of the men still sitting at the bar. They ordered drinks, finished them and ordered more. At one time or another all the men present had been either on or associated with in some way, the School Board. Some of them were retired principals and administrators and it was obvious that the older men were becoming impatient. Finally, a really old man croaked up. "Aren't we havin' a show tonight?"

"It could be going on right now, Jay," the dean spoke up. "Let's go up to the conference room and take a peek." He led the others from the bar and into a darkened room. They seated themselves around a table and Lowell pressed a button. Almost at once the mirror on the wall lit up, and then, as they watched, they saw the room behind it light up, too. Everything was as clear in front of them as if they were in the same room.

Dave Hudson was talking to a young girl… Marilee what's-her-name… who was nursing a drink she held in the glass between her hands. At his urging she finished it, and then took the cigarette he handed her. They seemed to be in deep discussion although from the other side of the mirror the voyeurs could not hear what was being said. The girl inhaled a few times and it was obvious she was not used to smoking for she coughed a couple of times.

"Come on, Dave," Mitch urged even though his cohort couldn't hear him. "Get the kid naked." He licked his lips in anticipation of seeing the young girl naked standing before the mirror, unaware that she was performing for an audience.

Even though the fourteen year old girl had not taken off a stitch, spirits were high in the conference room and breathing began to get labored as the men prepared for what they thought would be an interesting show.

For a time they were silent, watching with rapt attention as Hudson spoke rapidly to the girl, gesticulating with one hand while with the other he pointed to a bed behind her. The girl seemed to understand only slowly in her half stoned state. And then it dawned on her that she was supposed to be nude. With a smile of comprehension, and a little flick of her head, she grasped the hem of the tartan school uniform she wore and slowly pulled it upwards.

Watching, Mitch Bryant sucked in his breath, then let it out with a long, low whistle as the girl's slim, tapering legs were fully exposed, and then her tight, well-rounded thighs. At the sight of her voluptuous torso, even Bill Lowell emitted a little groan of pleasure. She's luscious, he thought but so is the reverend's wife and it's not going to be long before I have her squirming under my cock!

Now Marilee reached behind her back, to quickly unhook the restraining band of her bra. It fell to the carpeted floor at her feet, and her firm ripe breasts were revealed to the watching men, the turgid nipples standing out on the two snowy-white mounds. She turned now, bending over slowly, and began to draw the thin wisp of her sheer nylon panties down over her curved hips and buttocks. They slid sensuously down over her smooth thighs, over her full, firm calves to her feet and she stepped out of them, pushing them aside with a quick little kick.

The youngster turned towards Dave again, her lust-inciting nakedness completely exposed from the smooth half-spheres of her high, proud breasts to the soft dark patch of sparsely curling pubic hair nestling between her tightly closed thighs.

She hesitated just a second, and then, at a command from him, moved towards the older man. His massive hands slipped around her waist, and he drew her tight against him, and then he slid his hands down to encompass the full rounded flesh of her buttocks. He began to massage them, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh, drawing his fingers along the satin-smooth skin until tiny red welts appeared. The intensity made the girl wince, then draw closer to him in her effort to escape, pressing her pelvis tighter against the rising bulge beneath his pants, now lurching and jerking visibly.

Dave flicked a finger out to find the narrow crevice between the child's ass cheeks, to insinuate it along the slit, while his thumbs pulled the twin half moons apart, exposing the tiny puckered hole of her anus to the leering watchers on the other side of the mirror. The cool air wafted across the tiny opening, teasing and tantalizing it, and now the girl began to grind her hips against Dave's throbbing cock as the pleasure of his stroking fingers overcame the discomfort. The older man lewdly spread apart the young girl's defenseless asscheeks, exposing the tiny puckered hole of her anus to the crowd of excitedly gasping men!

If the reverend could just see this little innocent now, the dean thought, as he watched Dave. His fingers coursed again over the silky smooth softness of the youngster's flesh, then still holding her buttocks firmly with one hand, he slid the other the length of her body almost to the shoulders, so that the plump, rounded spheres of her breasts were crushed against his chest, the taut little nipples biting into his chest like hard little bullets.

Across in the conference room, the voyeuristic members of the School Board chortled gleefully, their eyes fastened on the obscene spectacle of the young girl being lewdly deflowered by their lecherous old cohort.