It was a hot summer day when I first laid eyes on her, in the small church nestled in the countryside. She was a brunette with long, messy hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She wore a tight-fitting fishnet dress that left little to the imagination. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she walked down the aisle, her hips swaying seductively.
I was there to give a sermon, but all I could think about was her. I tried to focus on my words, but my mind kept wandering back to her. After the sermon, I made my way over to her, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Hello, I’m the reverend,” I said, extending my hand.
“I know who you are,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
She took my hand and led me to a secluded corner of the church. She pressed her body against mine and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel her hard nipples through the fishnet fabric, and I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
She pulled away and looked at me with a wicked grin. “I want you to take me here, now,” she said.
I didn’t need any more convincing. I lifted her dress and pulled down her fishnet stockings, revealing her smooth, bare legs. She was already wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light. I knelt down and began to lick her, tasting her sweet nectar. She moaned and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer.
I stood up and unzipped my pants, freeing my hard cock. She wrapped her legs around me and I entered her, feeling her warm, wet pussy envelop me. We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat. She dug her nails into my back as she came, her pussy clenching around my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I came inside her, filling her with my seed.
We lay there, spent and satisfied. She looked at me with a satisfied smile. “That was even better than I imagined,” she said.
I couldn’t agree more. From that day on, she was my forbidden fruit, a sinful pleasure that I couldn’t resist. And I didn’t want to.
“Again,” she whispered in my ear. “I want you again.”
And I was more than happy to oblige.
As we explored each other’s bodies, we tried various positions, from missionary to cowgirl, doggy style to spoons. Each position brought new sensations, new ways to pleasure each other. We moaned and groaned, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
“Fuck, yes,” she cried out as I entered her from behind. “Harder, harder.”
I gripped her hips and pounded into her, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock. She reached back and began to play with her clit, sending her over the edge. I followed soon after, my cock pulsing as I came inside her.
We lay there, our bodies tangled together, our hearts racing.
“That was amazing,” she said, panting.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed, still trying to catch my breath.
We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. But eventually, we had to get dressed and leave the church. We knew what we were doing was wrong, but we couldn’t help ourselves. We were drawn to each other, like moths to a flame.
And so we continued to meet in secret, sneaking into the church whenever we could, our bodies craving each other like a drug. It was a dangerous game we were playing, but we couldn’t stop. We were addicted to each other, and to the forbidden fruit of the church.
