In the sweltering heat of a midsummer’s afternoon, Reverend Thomas found himself in the company of a woman who was not his wife. The voluptuous parishioner, Margaret, had sought his counsel regarding her marital strife. However, as the minutes ticked by, the conversation shifted from her husband’s neglect to her own desires.
Margaret, a woman of Amazonian stature, had a body that could only be described as an hourglass turned on its side. Her hips were so ample that they seemed to have a magnetic pull on the good reverend. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride up, revealing the garter belt that held her stockings in place.
The reverend, unable to resist the temptation, found himself entranced by her beauty. He leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto hers as he whispered, “Margaret, I believe that you and I were meant to be together.”
Margaret, with a sly smile, replied, “Oh, reverend, I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for so long.”
With that, she leaned in, pressing her luscious lips against his. The kiss was electric, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duel. Margaret’s hands wandered, exploring the reverend’s body. She ran her fingers through his hair, down his neck, and along his chest.
Reverend Thomas, in a moment of weakness, reached out and grabbed Margaret’s hips, pulling her closer. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, and he knew that he had to have her.
Margaret, with a giggle, broke the kiss and whispered, “Not here, reverend. Let’s go to my place.”
The two made their way to Margaret’s home, their hands never straying far from each other’s bodies. Once inside, they made their way to the bedroom. Margaret, with a wicked grin, began to undress.
Reverend Thomas watched, his eyes wide with lust, as she revealed her body to him. Her breasts were full and firm, with dark nipples that begged to be sucked. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to a triangle of curly hair that covered her most intimate of places.
Margaret, once naked, crawled onto the bed, her hips swaying seductively. Reverend Thomas, unable to resist, followed her. He knelt between her legs, his hands on her hips, pulling her closer.
Margaret let out a soft moan as she felt the reverend’s breath against her most sensitive of areas. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire, and then he began to kiss her inner thighs.
He started at her knees, working his way up, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Margaret’s hips bucked, her moans growing louder as the reverend got closer and closer to her core.
Finally, he reached her center, his tongue darting out to taste her sweet nectar. Margaret cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets as the reverend’s tongue explored her folds.
He licked and sucked, his fingers joining in to tease her clit. Margaret’s moans grew louder, her hips grinding against the reverend’s face as she reached her climax.
“Oh, reverend, yes!” she cried out, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Reverend Thomas, satisfied with his work, crawled up Margaret’s body. He kissed her, sharing her juices with her. Margaret eagerly accepted his kiss, her tongue dancing with his.
The reverend, his cock hard and ready, positioned himself at Margaret’s entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, and whispered, “I’m ready, reverend. Take me.”
With that, he thrust into her, filling her to the hilt. Margaret let out a loud moan, her hips meeting his with each thrust.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans filling the room. The reverend reached down, his fingers finding Margaret’s clit. He rubbed and teased, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Margaret’s moans grew louder, her body shaking as she reached her climax once again. Reverend Thomas, unable to hold back any longer, followed her over the edge.
He pulled out, his cum spilling onto Margaret’s ample hips. She looked down at it, a wicked grin on her face, and whispered, “I think I’ll wear your sin as a badge of honor, reverend.”
With that, the two collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent, their souls sated. The reverend knew that what he had done was a sin, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. Margaret was a temptation that he couldn’t resist, and he knew that he would succumb to her charms again and again.
