It was a humid summer evening, and Sister Maria was alone in the church, preparing for the next day’s sermon. Her long brunette hair was tied in a messy bun, strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. She wore a simple white blouse, a long black skirt, and a pair of fishnet stockings, a secret indulgence she allowed herself on special occasions.
The church was dimly lit, only a few candles flickering, casting shadows on the cold stone walls. The silence was almost deafening, broken only by the occasional creaking of the old wooden floorboards. Sister Maria felt a shiver run down her spine, goosebumps forming on her arms. She couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched.
She turned around, her heart pounding in her chest. There, in the last row of the pews, sat a figure, cloaked in shadows. Sister Maria squinted, trying to make out who it was. The figure stood up, revealing himself to be a tall, handsome stranger, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Who are you?” Sister Maria demanded, her voice trembling.
“I’m Jack,” the stranger said, taking a step towards her. “I’ve been watching you, Sister Maria. You’re so beautiful, so pure.”
Sister Maria took a step back, her heart racing. She knew she should be afraid, but there was something about Jack that drew her in, something she couldn’t resist.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I want to taste you, Sister Maria,” Jack said, closing the distance between them. “I want to feel your body against mine, to make you scream my name.”
Sister Maria’s breath hitched in her throat as Jack’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear and desire. She shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t help herself.
Jack’s lips found hers, and she moaned, parting her lips, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, making her shiver with pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss.
Jack’s hands found the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down, letting it fall to the floor. Sister Maria gasped as Jack’s hand found its way between her legs, caressing her through the thin fabric of her panties. She was already wet, her body begging for more.
Jack knelt down, pulling her panties down, revealing her bare pussy. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire.
“You’re so beautiful, Sister Maria,” he said, his voice hoarse.
He leaned in, his tongue finding her clit, licking and sucking, making her moan with pleasure. Sister Maria grabbed onto the back of the pew, her legs shaking as Jack’s tongue explored her pussy.
Jack stood up, his cock straining against his pants. Sister Maria’s eyes widened as she saw the size of it. Jack saw her hesitation and smiled.
“Don’t worry, Sister Maria,” he said, his voice soothing. “I’ll be gentle.”
He undid his pants, his cock springing free. Sister Maria gasped as she saw it, her body trembling with anticipation. Jack guided his cock to her entrance, pushing inside, slowly, gently.
Sister Maria moaned as Jack filled her, her body stretching to accommodate him. Jack started moving, slowly at first, then faster, harder. Sister Maria matched his rhythm, her body moving in sync with his.
Jack’s hands found her breasts, caressing them, pinching her nipples, making her moan louder. Sister Maria’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, harder.
They moved together, their bodies becoming one, their moans and sighs filling the church. Sister Maria’s orgasm built up inside her, her body trembling, her muscles clenching around Jack’s cock.
“Jack, I’m going to cum,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack’s thrusts became faster, harder, pushing her over the edge. Sister Maria screamed, her body shaking as she came, her pussy clenching around Jack’s cock.
Jack’s thrusts became erratic, his body trembling as he came, filling Sister Maria with his seed.
They collapsed onto the pew, their bodies covered in sweat, their chests heaving. Sister Maria looked up at Jack, her eyes filled with guilt and desire.
“I shouldn’t have done this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“But you wanted to,” Jack said, his voice soothing. “And there’s nothing wrong with that, Sister Maria. Nothing at all.”
Sister Maria didn’t say anything, she just leaned into Jack, her body molding into his. She knew she should feel guilty, but she didn’t. She felt alive, desired, and for the first time in a long time, she felt happy.
