Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
"... and he shall be an abomination who lay with his neighbor's wife, for of all the sins, surely those of the flesh are most appalling to the Lord."
Linda Beddingfield sat quietly in the first pew, her white-gloved fingers folded primly against one another while she struggled against a sensation between her thighs that surely her husband would have disapproved of--sins of the flesh.
My God, she thought, feeling her firm ass tingling with excitement as her nipples firmed and poked against her bra. Why didn't he just come out and say it? Fucking. Fucking!
Linda wanted to stand up, turn around to the congregation and scream out the word. Wouldn't that stir the old biddies who sat frozen-faced now this late Sunday morning. Had they ever fucked before? They had children. They probably adopted them, Linda thought, unable to control the tingle that seemed to be concentrated around her bubbling pussy.
Here, in church, in the most sacred of places, all she could think of was fucking--stripping down, feeling a man's hands roam over her firm body while his lips sucked her nipples and his prick fucked in and out of her cunt. She blushed, putting two fingers against her lips and muffling a nervous cough.
Her husband Matt was going on about adultery, his voice louder, echoing through the large church while the congregation sat mesmerized. What she would have loved to have told them! Would they believe their precious minister hardly ever touched his wife, and then when he did, he performed his duties so quickly that Linda hardly realized he had fucked her.
Linda found it more and more difficult to control her wanton desires. She was sitting, with her cunt on fire, swollen open, dripping with pussy juice in front of the altar while her preacher husband rambled on. Her fingernails were digging into the palms of her gloves as she struggled for control again.
Matt was ending his sermon now. The choir was stirring while the sound of psalm books being opened rattled behind her. Soon she would be at his side, smiling and shaking hands, when all she wanted was for someone to ask her for a piece of ass.
"Thank you, and my wife thanks you. We'll sing Number Twenty-Three," Matt announced.
Linda stirred, feeling the hot, sexy, slick rub of her cuntlips against her clit. How her nipples ached to be touched, to be sucked, to be kissed. And if her husband refused to satisfy her, could she be blamed for looking for someone else?
"Uh, Mrs. Beddingfield, the psalm."
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Makes me think about my first time