In the sweltering heat of a summer’s evening, Father Thomas found himself drawn to the home of Sister Martha, a woman of generous proportions and a heart as warm as her ample bosom. As a man of the cloth, he knew he should resist the temptation, but her hips, big and voluptuous, called to him like the songs of the sirens.
He knocked on her door, and she answered, her eyes sparkling with a hunger that mirrored his own. She pulled him inside, and before he could protest, her lips were on his, her tongue exploring his mouth with a passion that left him breathless.
Martha’s hands roamed over his body, and he could feel her desire through the fabric of his robes. He allowed himself to be led to her bedroom, where she pushed him down onto the bed and began to undress him with fumbling hands.
As his cock sprang free, she wasted no time in taking it into her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and she sucked him with a skill that made his toes curl. He groaned as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his shaft, teasing him with every stroke.
He reached down to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer as she increased her pace. He could feel his orgasm building, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
With a final thrust, he came, his seed spilling into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she licked her lips clean.
As they lay together, their bodies entwined, Father Thomas knew he had sinned. But he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. The taste of her lips, the feel of her body against his, were memories he would cherish forever.
And as he left her home, he knew he would be back. For in Sister Martha, he had found a temptation he couldn’t resist.
